Guarded (Lloyd Hansen AU) 18+

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Bronte

Ok. I didn't expect him to be a damn natural. This guy was born to be a criminal - well, at least play one. Now I'm literally straddling his lap for one part of the video while he's tied to a chair and looking pleased with himself. 

It's all an act. Remember that...but he is convincing. 

"Can you just untie me now?" Lloyd complains as the director cuts and we go back to the norm. 

"Not a chance Hansen. I quite like having you like this?" 

"Cuffed to a chair while you're practically riding my dick?" He raises an eyebrow, "I didn't know you were into that kinda shit Bronnie? You should've said..." 

My mouth is open but no sound or words come from it. I slide off him so I can get my make up touched up, leaving him still cuffed to the chair. "Can I duct tape his mouth to shut him up? Bit of an extra added zing to the video". I smirk at the director who immediately is having an assistant running to find some. 

"If you could kiss his mouth on it, leaving a lipstick mark? It would make it. Genius". The director says as he's handed the tape and I wave it at Lloyd who now is literally trying to break free. 

"No! You ruin my stache and..."

I pout. "and here was me thinking you were into that shit too? Baby". I taunt him as I rip off some tape with my teeth for the scene. He says something but I can't hear it and we're now about to roll again. I lean down to his level and smirk. "Take it like a man Hansen, this could be your fantasy". 

He throws me a lopsided look. "sweetheart, you really have no idea about what fantasies I have..." then he leans in. "Especially about you..."

"Action!" 

I just stare at Lloyd as it sits back on the chair looking cocky and knowing that he's hit a nerve. I'm just not gonna divulge where. 

"Bronte! Action!" The director yells again and I shove the tape right across Lloyd's mouth, leaning in and then kissing his lips through it, leaving a lipstick mark in it's wake. We cut soon after and I leave it on there, you know, just in case we need another shot. We don't and I rip it from Lloyd's face. 

"Ow! Watch the damn stache! This shit is worse than waxing!" He complains, the team uncuffing him from the chair. 

The director comes over and says it's a wrap for today, but we'll resume tomorrow. Dani is then by my side going through some kind of schedule and publicity shit that I can't be bothered to listen to right now. I need a glass of wine and sleep. 

Court and a couple of others escort me to the car although Lloyd takes a while, talking to a couple of others from the team and looking like he's instructing them. Then he gets into the front without a word and we drive. 

Yep. He's pissed off at the fact that I almost ripped off his stache. He has to be. That along with roping him into being my fake criminal boyfriend. But I have to admit that he does it so well. 

Once we get to the hotel we wait for the elevator to take us up to my suite, the doors opening and Lloyd all but pushing me in - then barring Court and Dani from following. "The superstar and I need to have a little talk about... security. Have a good night". Then he hits the close button and the doors shut - the elevator now moving.  "So...you liked seeing me all cuffed and helpless eh?" 

Shit. 

I say nothing but I can't stop looking at him, and even when I do, I turn my head and the damn sides are mirrored, so I can only see how we look together. 

We look good...

Then I see it, hanging from his back pocket. 

"Did you..." I start but his hand suddenly moves and slams itself on the emergency stop button. 

"Yeah. I sure did, sunshine". Within seconds he's put them on my wrists , looking to the side where I'm back looking at our reflections. "See how well it suits you? A good fit..." 

Is he talking about the cuffs or us?

"I can think of something else that would fit better..." Then words tumble from my mouth before I can stop them. 

His chuckle rumbles through him a little and he pushes the button to start the elevator again. It whirrs into life, sending us up to my suite before the doors open and Lloyd pulls me out by the cuffs. He's leading me to my room like I'm the one convicted now. 

Maybe I am? 

Do I like him? Does he like me? Is this some kind of roleplay, because I like it. The dominance, the excitement. Even if it is with him. All the other guys I've dated have been quite vanilla. 

Wait...why is he taking the cuffs off?! 

"What the-" 

He leans in so his lips are almost touching mine, his stache slightly grazing my upper lip. "Sweet dreams pumpkin, think of me when you come tonight". 

Then he's walking away and out of the suite, leaving me standing there with an aching throb between my legs and feeling frustrated as fuck. "LLOOOOOOOOOOYD!" I yell and storm after him as he's now walking down the hallway whistling to himself. He stops and turns slowly, looking smugly at me. 

"What is it superstar?" 

"You wanted to talk 'security', so how about we do that?" I cross my arms and wait for him to reply. 

He wets his lips and looks thoughtful. "That kinda security doesn't involve conversation". 

"Fine by me". 

"Fine". 

"Fine". 

We just stand there, staring straight at one another until he finally walks back towards me and pulls me into my suite, putting the latch on and then turning to me. 

I can't help myself and lunge for him as he does, lips crashing onto his own and pressing him back against the door. He may just have nail marks on his face tomorrow but it's all in the name of 'security' right? And he's the head of just that, at least I'm about to find out that he is...