James always played the dominant protector as my bodyguard, but tonight his brooding gaze felt like a physical weight. The ballroom shimmered with gold leaf and the stench of expensive cigars and cheap morals. I smoothed the deep blue fabric of my gown, the silk clinging to my hips as I leaned against him. Then, the crystal chandeliers rattled. A gunshot shattered a champagne flute, followed by a roar of panic. James didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my wrist, his grip iron-tight, and shoved me through a side exit just as the room erupted into a war zone of gunfire and screams.
The safehouse smelled of damp concrete and old cigarettes. It was a far cry from the gala, consisting of a single room and a bed that looked like it had survived a hurricane. I shook my short blonde hair out of my face and glared at him. “A dump, James? This is where you keep your secrets? I can’t believe I’m standing on a floor that’s peeling.” He stepped into my space, his tailored black suit barely containing the bulk of his shoulders. “Stop complaining, you spoiled princess. You’re lucky I didn’t leave you to the slavers.” I arched a brow, my sass overriding the adrenaline. “You’d miss this ass too much. Maybe I like it when you’re bossy.”
He didn’t waste another second. James lunged, pinning me against the peeling wallpaper. His mouth crashed against mine, tasting of adrenaline and mint. He ripped the blue silk from my body, exposing my lacy blue panties before tearing those away too. He was dominant in every movement, forcing my legs wide to expose my soaking cunt to the cool air. He freed his thick, pulsing dick from his trousers, the head glistening with pre-cum. “You want to play, Tira? Or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?” he growled.
“I want you inside me. Now! Stop talking and take me,” I gasped.
He chuckled, a low vibration in his chest. His body heat left mine for just a minute as he found some rope. Mother fucker had some hidden! He tied my hands together; I could feel the roughness biting into flesh. It only heighten my anticipation. He hoisted me onto the creaky mattress, his dominant energy filling the room as he shoved his cock deep into me.
The friction was electric, our grunts filling the silence of the safehouse. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting every inch of him. My hands tied tightly above my head as he hammered into me; I could feel my walls clenching around his girth, the pleasure building into a blinding white light. Just as he let out a guttural groan and surged forward for one final, dominant thrust; a deafening crack echoed through the room. The wooden frame of the bed gave way, sending us crashing through the slats and onto the floor in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat. I panted, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, I guess we’re not getting a deposit back on this place.”
Vivacious Tira