I have clearly lost my mind. With uncertainties of what kind of feeling is burning right under my body, I step further to the room which I mentally memorize to avoid in the past weeks.
The effect of his voice and statement makes me want to close my curtains and just play with myself.
This is indecent! No man has never felt me this way. The supposedly innocent and sweet president daughter is gawking for an older man. Her mind is filled with lewd thoughts and her panties are all wet from all of the imagination that she has.
Just the thought of my bodyguard makes me close my legs to prevent the liquid from gushing out of the thin clothes.
“What are you doing here?”
Jumping into my place, I looked at his angry face. His upper body is wet and naked. He’s only wearing sweatpants and the sight makes me gulp. I have seen a lot of ripped body, from my co-models and friends but this kind of built makes me weak. Then, my sinful eyes trace every ripped muscles that he have from his broad shoulder to the fine line in his stomach and to the bulging clothes at the center of his thighs.
I cleared my throat. “Eyes up,” playfully he said.
There is a moment of awkwardness and all of my thoughts from earlier leaves my mind.
He looks at me before he opens the door widely, enough for me to enter. And I did. His back muscles flex as he rummages through his drawer and damn, my mouth watered at the sight of him dressing himself up, biting the collar of his shirt and skillfully dressing.
He sits in his bed. “What can I do for you at this hour, madam?”.
Thoughts filled my mind and all of the things that I noted back in my room instantly vanished. You can do many things for me Major. I want to say that but I bite my lip and instantly my cheeks blushed.
When did I become like this?
“ I needed to have a drink,” the gap of his eyes wrinkled.
He scoffs and my eyes follow his hand who slowly touch the silky sheets of his bed. “And?” he snapped.
Walking slowly into his front, I surveyed the place and try to think straight. I might just kneel and beg for him because of the hotness that he’s showing.
But I will not. “ Dad’s not around. You’re going to live in this house, right?” I uttered, shifting the conversation.
His confused. “ Yeah,” his raspy voice said.
My mind is gathering all of the active cells that I needed for him to take me to a club. I needed to get wasted or at least I needed to drink enough to calm my exhausted body. The hotness and lewd thought that I have for him is consuming, I cannot afford those thoughts to ruin my innocent mind.
With a bit of naughtiness and a touch of desperation, I intentionally let the thin strap of my night sleeveless dress falls from my shoulder to my arms.
His gaze follows it and the way how he looks at it makes me shiver. While he is busy gulping at the show that I gave him, I’ve dropped my intention for tonight.
“ Let me go to the club,” I whispered in a sensual voice. Everything must be perfect and when his eyes darkens, the silky sheets of his bed is fisted on his hand, I know that I made a good job.
All I needed is a simple yes, and I will be able to go to the club again. My throat is thirsty for an alcohol and sadly, father locked the basement where all of the alcohol are stored.
The scent of his shower cologne fills my nostrils but I didn’t waver to my intention. Luckily, just in front of his bed, a single couch is place. A perfect place for me to sit or to do other things.
Like an elegant and sexy woman, I’ve sit at the couch and let my long, white, legs slides to the softness of the cushion. Even my outfit is perfect to lure him in my trap, the sides of my shorts trace upwards and the I can only assume his heavy breathing by the way his chest moves in an up and downward motion.
“ Major. Sullivan?” I asked.
I thought he will let his guard down but in just a blink of an eye, I saw him exhale and close his eyes for a moment.
“ No.” He firmly said, standing up and walking to my direction.
I panicked. Because of how dangerous he took every step. His dark eyes became darker like a plan was just established. Didn’t I say that I will the one who will lure him to agree on my wants?
The tip of his rough fingers slides through my slender arms rested on the couch then like an angry human, he gripped the edge with a strong force causing his veins to popped in view.
He leans forward, not enough to kiss me, but enough for me to feel his warmth breath in the sides of my neck. I’ve frozen and waited for his action until he drop on his knees.
The light of the moon shines in the far corner of his window, like an eye watching us in this scandalous position. His eyes stares at my legs, it’s like he’s thinking something while his mouth is half-close and producing a heavy breathing.
There is a bed at the center. A couch that I am sitting right now and a wide floor. I am sure that the tension that I am feeling is enough for me to agree on whatever bidding that he have.
Then, his gripped on the edge of the couch loosened until it drops just above my legs, caressing it, worshipping it, like it’s his first time to see such a thing.
“ Madam.” He painfully whispered, still looking there. The intensity of his palm, caressing my legs is enough to makes me tremble out of sensation.
“ Major!”
A moan escaped my mouth and I needed to hide my face to the cushion because of embarrassment. Was I a bit frustrated in this matter?
He chuckles and it added to the embarrassment that I am feeling.
With one soft palming, he stand up and leans right above my face.
“ You needed to stay home.” He whispers before he get himself in his bed.
I thought I was strong, but my knees are giving up for me. His chuckles continue to evade the quietness of the place and I am irritated. Is he making fun of me?
“ Asshole!” I’ve said and without thinking of anything, I walked out of his room and storms to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.
That damn old bodyguard will going to be the death of me. Because of the irritation, I’ve decided to just watch a movie. It’s horror and that is to clear my mind. Watching horror will fill my mind with gores and terrors.
In the middle of the movie, I screamed because of the sound of thunder. I didn’t notice that it’s raining until a light was reflected into the window of the living room. Like a scared kitten, I’ve decided to run into my room and hide but the same thing happened. The lightning is chasing after me and without thinking I’ve run into my bodyguard’s room. It was unlocked.
Scared. Shocked. I tried to search for him in the large room.
Until a lightning strike again and a body was reflected at the top of the bed.
Maybe I was just too scared or something but I am not sure about what I saw.
Another lightning happened and a groan fills the air. There, visible in the shade of the lightning, I saw my own bodyguard writhing in pleasure while his hands stroke his own cock.
His knees in the bed are apart and he isn’t wearing anything. He’s too consumed in pleasure. With a wide eye, I saw how he groans and releases the spurt of his juices in the air like a fountain.
Bewildered, I stay in my place, unable to move. His strength leaves his body, and after emptying himself, I heard his heavy breaths before his body dropped on the bed like he’s just finished running a marathon.
Another lightning was reflected in the glass window of his room, and as I watched him calm himself through his hard breathing, his eyes widen when he saw my shadow, watching him. Without much thinking, I’ve run to my room and locked the door.
Leaning on my door, I’ve placed my hand in my heart and felt the extreme thumping. What did just happen?
Walking like a zombie, the images of yesterday night’s event didn’t make me sleep even a single hour. It’s all coming back into my mind when I tried to close my eyes. The sweats and groans of my bodyguard while he's relieving himself in the dark. “ You just woke up?” I blush at his voice and turned around to clear my thoughts away. Nodding over my shoulder, I decided to get myself cold water. He seems normal. Does that mean that he wants to pretend that I didn’t catch him last night? He follows me to the kitchen and the sound of kitchenware is all I can hear. Then, after making myself calm, I’ve decided to look at what he’s been doing. The pink apron didn’t compliment his tan skin. It’s too small compared to his muscular body and the way how he holds the knife didn’t give justice to the thought of him holding it against my throat. “What are you doing?” shocked, I asked. Normally, we have our chef take care of our food. And
I’ve needed a drink. That is the only thing that is coming right into my mind. My father is still doing his international conference and I guess he will not be back in the country too soon. My mouth dries and desires for the taste of alcohol. Kiko is contacting me and asking for a drink, but I intended to avoid him. He doesn’t really mean it, but he rejected me. Me? The president’s daughter. A model was rejected by him plus my mind is not taking all of the presence of my hot bodyguard, freely roaming around the house. It’s either I will get a drink tonight or I will just beg on my knees for him to take me. Wet dreams aren’t satisfying me anymore especially when I know that he’s just at the other side of my room. I can just knock on his door and fuck him but that wasn’t nice. He’s old and I’m his job, literally his job. Tonight, everything seems to be peaceful in this presidential house. The bodyguards are not roaming and Major. Sullivan didn’t bother to get o
Being the President’s daughter is a mess but what happened last night is the real definition of a mess. After Major. Sullivan leaves me at the backseat, he droves his car back to the presidential home and he didn’t talk to me again. It’s like I am invisible to him. His restraints but whatever we have but who cares at all? I want him. I want my own bodyguard and he clearly told me that he wants me too. “ Where is Major. Sullivan?” my brows creased because another bodyguard opens the door for me. I have a schedule for a photoshoot today. He points his finger to the driver seat, and there I saw him, gripping the steering wheel while his eyes are looking up front. It’s a first time that he will be the driver. Was he regretting what happened that he’s avoiding me right now? I’ve knocked on his window and he lazily opened it. “ Why are you the one driving?” the bitter drips of my own words didn’t escape my voice. It’s a translation for, why isn’t he sitting
They say that things that are temporary will have an ending but I didn’t expect it to end this soon. “ How are you?” The president asks as soon as he arrives home. He sees me in his study area and it feels like he’s much lighter than before. When he became the president, that’s when everything changed in our family. His passion for serving is too much, that mom wasn’t approved of it. I smile at him and kissed his cheeks to greet him. “ I’m an okay dad. Glad, you’re back,” I’ve said. With him around, the house feels tighter. The amount of the security roaming around doubles into quantity. His forehead crease before his eyes gazes at the man guarding the door. Major. Sullivan, stands proudly, like a statue. His old demeanor is back. “ He’s a good bodyguard, right?” dad asked and his question makes me choke. “ Yeah,” lazily I said before I assumed the seats in front of his table. Dad signals Major. Sullivan to come closer and I’ve intentionally l
Lust consumed me. Anger fills my heart and the determination to beg in disagree with Major. Sullivan’s remarks fuel my mind to prove him wrong. I wasn’t young for him. I wasn’t young for all of the sexual tensions that we are feeling.Fuck! I am too sexually frustrated.Rummaging through my fathers’ study room, I’ve stopped in front of his table to make a proposition. Like an elegant and mature daughter of the president, I’ve assumed the seat and cross my legs before straightening my back and fixing my hair. Major. Sullivan’s eyes observe me but I didn’t care about his presence.I needed to prove a point. The president observes me before he leans on his chair and started to listen.“Invite some of your prospects in your political marriage agenda.”His mouth opens because of the words that came out of my mouth. A cough makes both of us to look at the bodyguard’s side. Ma
It’s a fashion event week in Paris, France and besides being the most known President’s daughter, I am also an iconic model plus I wanted to attend the event to be inspired more by the other models. Modeling is something that I am passionate about, at first it was just a game but in the process of doing it, I became in love and motivated to be on top. It gives me the feeling of freedom and privilege, something that I didn’t have and something that in my own perspective, everyone deserves. People deserve freedom, animals, and plants deserve freedom and privilege. No one should be controlled on how they should live their life, no matter what or who they are. “What are you thinking madam?” Major Sullivan whispers beneath my ears causing me to step away from him. His fashion didn’t change even though we are in the airport. Flashes of cameras are being sore in my eyes but I didn’t mind because after all, I was accustomed to it. I needed to be accustomed to it. “Ho
“ It’s successful,” I mouthed as soon as I turned around to Major. Sullivan. His mouth is half close and his gripping the bedsheets while looking at my reflection to the vanity mirror of the hotel room that we plan to stay at. His eyes cannot focus and he’s shifting from my reflection and to my face, trying to understand what I am saying.“ Are you listening?!” I asked him because he seems to be too engrossed in something. He turns his head to the other side before he sighs heavily. I can hear him muttering incoherent words and my brows crease because of what he’s doing.I walk closer and touch his shoulder. “ Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely worried. After our fight in the car, we decided to take the same flight. We never spoke about what happened and that’s convenient for the both of us. However, there is a tightening of security measures that’s why I booked one luxury room for the both of us. We are
The event was successful but this year I didn’t enjoy the whole show. Major. Sullivan booked a ticket leaving the country and leaving me behind. He didn’t bother to show his face and say a personal goodbye but he just leaves me a message that he already booked a flight and that he already informed the President of his immediate decision.Sulking, I cross his room and stare at his door. It’s been three days and he didn’t show his face again. Three days but he’s still nowhere to be found. My mind twirls because of the things that bother me especially his behavior that night. I have too many questions that only Major. Sullivan can answer but he wasn’t here to answer my queries.That night, it bothered me. It bothered me what he really meant by his sharp words and why does it feels like he’s going through something. The Major. Sullivan that I saw that night wasn’t him, I want to believe that. I know that it wasn