Sinful Desire - Simon "Ghost" Riley as Billionair's Bodyguard

Birthday Gift (Smut Warning)

"I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love." - William Blake

"Your room," I said. "I don't want anybody to doubt," I whispered.

He opened the door and kicked it closed, the sound resonating through the room. Pinning me against the wall, his gloved hand rested on my neck, his thumb gently stroking my lower lip, smearing my lipstick.

He took off his gloves, throwing them away, his rough thumb brushing against my rose petal-like lips. He pulled off his mask, revealing his brunette hair with blonde highlights. Darkness smudged around his caramel eyes, a cut on his upper lip extending all the way through his eyebrow. His fuller lips were inviting.

I stroked my finger from his forehead down to his eyes and to his lips, taking in his beautiful features. "Oh Simon! My gorgeous man," I whispered.

His navy blue uniform set me ablaze with desire.

His hand rested on the wall behind me as he leaned in close. Our lips locked in an intimate kiss. He took my chin between his thumb and index finger before his tongue explored every corner of my mouth. His kiss was so intoxicating I forgot I was high on booze. He tasted like a mix of bourbon and cigarettes. My hands played with his brunette locks as our kiss grew more passionate, hungry for each other.

His teeth grazed my jaw sucking my skin. His canins sunk in my neck as he blessed me with a prominant hickey.
I was madly in love with this man and ready to do whatever he wished from me.

He nipped and sucked at my neck and shoulder drawing wild moans from me.
Taking my tiny waist in both of his hands he sucked at the skin of my boobs who were visible from the corset.
I was about to pass out with his extremely intoxicating touch.

"I want to liberate you from these confines of clothes," he said. My hand found the bulge in his tactical pants as I stroked it. With a jolt, he turned me around, unzipping my corset. I gasped at his sudden move. His hot hands made contact with the bare skin of my back. He sat on his knees behind me, kissing my back, licking my lower back up to my shoulders with his tongue. I let out shaky breaths.

He removed my corset and pulled my dress down slowly, revealing my thong. He stood up, his hand stroking my ass. He fisted my hair before he slapped my butt cheek hard.

"You are such a naughty girl, and naughty girls deserve to be punished," he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

With each slap, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, mingling with the sting of pain to create a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. I arched my back, welcoming the delicious ache that blossomed across my skin.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my voice a breathless whisper as he continued to deliver his punishment with a firm hand. Each strike only fueled the fire that raged within me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As the cold metal of his knife made contact with my back, a shiver raced down my spine, goosebumps rising in its wake. With deliberate precision, he slid the blade downward, tracing a tantalizing path towards my thong.

I held my breath as the strap of my thong was severed, the fabric falling away and leaving me completely bare, vulnerable in front of him. Every nerve in my body seemed to pulse with anticipation, my senses heightened as I awaited his next move.

He turned me around, his hands immediately finding my breasts. His large hands cupped them firmly, drawing circles around my nipples with his thumbs. A shiver of pleasure shot through me, and I bit my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

"Ooh," I gasped, feeling the heat of his touch radiating through my body. His gaze was intense, eyes locked onto mine as if searching for every flicker of desire.