Bound by Protection

Fingering her

The next evening, Ayushmaan was standing outside her room at the hotel, though tonight the atmosphere felt different—charged with anticipation. After their encounter the previous night, he couldn't shake off the memory of Shraddha's playful teasing and the electric tension that hung between them.

He spotted her approaching, dressed in a soft, deep blue night dress that accentuated her figure and set off her eyes. The sight took his breath away. She exuded confidence and allure, and he felt his resolve faltering.

"Do you always dress like this to distract your bodyguard ma'am?" Ayushmaan said with a smirk, trying to keep the mood light despite the flutter in his stomach.

Shraddha laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Maybe I just want to see how well you can keep your focus."

He stepped closer, the air thick with unspoken desires. "You certainly make it difficult," he admitted, his voice low, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.

She moved within arm's reach, their proximity igniting a fire that surged through him. "I think I can help you with that," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin and she closes the door behind her.

Before he knew it, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her neck. Her breath caught, and he could see the effect he had on her. Emboldened, he let his hand travel down her arm, feeling her warmth beneath his touch.

"Are you sure we should be doing this? Ma'am!" he murmured, a mix of desire and concern flooding his thoughts. The boundaries of their relationship were blurred, and he knew the implications of crossing that line.

Shraddha stepped closer, her breast brushing against him, the contact sending a rush of heat coursing through him. "What if I want you to Mr Bodyguard? What if I crave more than just your protection?"

The raw honesty in her voice ignited his desire, and he felt a primal urge to claim the moment. With a swift motion, he pulled her closer, their bodies nearly touching, and lowered his lips to her ear.

With that, he cupped her face, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that spoke volumes of their unfulfilled yearning. It was a kiss that ignited every nerve in his body, and he pressed his palm against her bosom, feeling her heart racing beneath his touch. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Shraddha gasped against his mouth, and he felt her melt into him, responding to his touch with a fervor that surprised him. He deepened the kiss, his fingers exploring the soft curve of her bosom, savoring the warmth and the thrill of the forbidden connection between them.

"God, Shraddha ma'am," he breathed, breaking the kiss to gaze into her eyes. "You drive me wild."

She smiled, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and mischief. "Then let's not waste this and Don't call me ma'am."

Their lips met again, and Ayushmaan lost himself in the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies, the world around them fading as they surrendered to the desire that had been simmering between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the overwhelming need to be close to each other, to feel alive and free in their embrace.

As the kiss intensified, Ayushmaan's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. His fingers explored the soft fabric of her top, inching upward until he found the delicate swell of her bosom. He hesitated for a moment, seeking her permission, wanting to ensure she was comfortable, and she was so eager to get touched by him.From the first day of his joining as her bodyguard, she kind of lusts him.

"Ma'am.....sorry...Shraddha," he murmured, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes. "Can I?"

She nodded, her breath coming in quick bursts. "Yes. Please."