✥ The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥
Blaise Inocencio, the daughter to a well-known politician, inherits the fear of being killed when she receives a threat after the assassination of her father. The constant fear of being killed only intensifies when...
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Her fingers dug into the mattress of the bed, messing the made sheets. Her unkept curls blossomed around her neck almost making her look like a perfect hidden mistake. On her fours she could wish for him to do the worst to her by punishing her to submit to him and only him tonight.
Goosebumps rose from her very spine as his palm briefly fluttered over her ass before pulling away once again. Before Blaise could whine like the sl*t she had become, his fingers grazed her clit before seeing just how wet she was for him.
She tried to rub herself onto his palm and fingers that were on her so intimately, but Octavio was quick to remove his fingers from her dripping c*nt.
"Stay still now Blaise, don't make me repeat myself twice." She could only exhale as he removed his excuse of a top. Even though she desired nothing more to look at him, she knew the consequences that came along with that decision. Provoking Octavio was a deed that would reserve you nothing, but a punishment. A lesson of disciplinary.
She couldn't risk being left untouched, unf*cked by him. Blaise wanted him to make her beg and if not more even make her his even if it was for the night.
Her quite prayers soon became cries of pleasure as his palm struck her ass while his other palm cupped her heat, nudging her clit.
"There was ten pages in that chapter of the book Blaise. Unfortunately, you were not even able to get through one." He said.
"It's only fair you're just as crimson as the distinct red on the pages." Before she could beg for his forgiveness, his right palm was quick to come in contact with her ass once again.
"Two Blaise, you count to ten. Stutter now baby, and you would get nothing but a raw f*ck." His voice was just intoxicating as his demands, but his temptations are what made her a temptress, his temptress.
His palm softened out her already pink skin before harshly kissing it again, marking her in the color of love and hate all at once.
"Count darling."
"Three." Blaise breathed out knowing how heavy her tongue was already, each syllable hit her as if they were million words.
"Good." He said before soothing her tainted skin.
The numbers continued to slip out of her mouth like molten lava sizzling on her tongue while the wetness between her legs continued to slip down her like hot silk. She was beyond bothered and it was unfair that she couldn't see Octavio and see whether he was just as bothered as her.
Blaise knew her ass must be painted pink from the discipline of his palm. As the last digit of the row of sequences was ready to slip out of her mouth, a scorching hot tongue raked over her punished skin. It was sizzling hot, almost as if he was burning her with his tongue.
Octavio softly pulled away before placing a kiss on top of her scorching heat. He brought his index finger to stroke her c*nt to see her finding pleasure in his slightest touch. She wavered towards him in an attempt to rub herself off on his touch.
"You really can't keep still now can you Blaise." He muttered from right behind her. She instantly sighed in relief as he slipped two of his fingers into her heat. The intrusion was welcomed of as he caressed her inner folds with precision. Slow painful strokes of his fingers, leaving her not any but more desperate for him.
Her pleasure seeped from her folds to her inner thighs, as he made sure to not give too much than she had earned. She took each stroke of his finger like a greedy sl*t all while wanting so much more.
"Please." She whispered even though Blaise knew Octavio would do nothing, but find amusement in the erotic scene in front of her. With her legs open wide while she is on her fours all along with his fingers disappearing into her heat only to repeat the torture over and over again, till the point of her submission.
"Look at you all wet and bothered baby. It's annoying, isn't it?" He asked all while adding another finger to the sinful act of torment and pleasure all at once.
He brought his empty hand to her curls before rolling them into his open palm. Her disguised face was soon exposed to the view in front of them to see as he tugged on her perfect locks of burgundy. The wide window welcomed the view outside and the cars passing by their property.
It made her even more wet to know that they were the most erotic picture to look at for the passerby to look upon. How they would want to be in her place being disciplined by Octavio.
Her eyes managed to catch his and even if it was possible, they were a green so envious and full of lust that it breached her inner soul.
He was just as bothered as she was if not more. Octavio wanted Blaise in the way a snake needs venom to kill. He was addicted to her and no amount of therapy will cure him of this addiction.
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