Dark hallway
The music from the party in the garden echoes along the silent empty hallway. Darkness fills the place and as the cold breeze of wind touches my bare shoulder blades, I have lost my sanity.
My small tender hands crumple along his black tuxedo, but the man that I am with didn't stop from what he's doing. Suddenly, he pushed me higher to the cold concrete of the wall feeling how the bare skin of my back grazed along with it.
It's funny how I am attracted by his heavy breathing and his large calloused hand, guiding my hips.
" Fuck, Amara."
His groans dance through my favorite rhythm of sound. It was a mixture of frustration and desire. His kisses went down from my cheeks to my neck and I was just there, savoring each of his slippery kisses.
I am supposed to be at the feast but right now this man is feasting on me.
" Ah."
Moaning, I clutched more in his hair. He's thrusting his hips even though the thin clothes of his black slacks are hindering our heat sensation.
I have never felt this kind of sensation. It was dominating, powerful, and more importantly sinful.
He's old and I am just 21 years old. The 7 years of age gap added a more tingling sensation to my core.
He continues his assault, faster, rougher, needy. Then, in the middle of the pleasure, I heard footsteps coming in our way.
" They will see us," I tried to push him away because the sound of the footsteps is getting closer. My eyes widen and my heart starts to beat erratically because of the nervousness that I am feeling.
Being caught in another scandal will really end my life. But this man didn't even show that he is bothered, he continues to thrust his hips, and once again, my body betrays me.
" Did you see the President's daughter?"
We heard my dad's bodyguard talking to his phone. Just one more step and he will clearly saw what we are doing. Terrified, he smirks at my reaction.
I thought he planned all of this to humiliate me, his dark eyes flicker with too much dark emotion.
Tears started to fall in my eyes, is he really going to do this to me?
I looked at him pleading, I don't want to be caught.
Then, in one swift move, he moves our body to hide in one of the statues at the side of the dark hallway.
Coincidently, it’s the statue of my father, the current President of the country. I tried to struggle especially when I saw the shadow of the other bodyguards just a few inches away from us but this man is cruel.
He pins me to the statue and continues to thrust his hips. The buckle of his belt brings a different kind of feeling every time that it will slide in my bare thighs. Suddenly, his hands sides further, inserting them insides my black cocktail dress and boldly touching my bare thighs. Sweats are forming on the side of his forehead and a lustful voice comes out of my mouth.
From my peripheral vision, I can see how the bodyguards turned their heads in our direction. I thought this man will stop but it makes him thrust more and more. Faster, rougher, like he needs to do something.
With wide eyes and a thumping heart, I look at his pleasured face and at the shadow of someone who is walking closer to us. He’s literally behind the statue. It makes my heart race.
“It’s the President’s order. Look for his daughter before she causes another scandal.”
I heave a sigh, closing my eyes and wishing for them to walk away. The light illuminates the bright light coming from the crescent moon. It descended through the empty hallways.
“They’re gone,” he whispers and moans directly into my ear as if he’s teasing me. He let go of my hand and it felt weakly just in my sides.
“Asshole,” I muttered and glare at the face of my personal bodyguard whom I’ve just shared a hot session.
This feels so wrong, but how can this bodyguard be this hot?
This is a sin and somehow, as we both stare at each other’s lustful eyes, down in this dark hallway with the shade coming from the moonlight, we both let our self be drowned in the pit of our own sins.
I was cursed in the way that everyone wanted to be cursed. Looking at the largest headline in the newspaper, I want to give the daily newspaper a clap for doing their job, ruining my morning with their daily stash of my wild expenditure in life. Didn’t the scandal of me kissing a man at one of the government parties just died a week ago? Then, here I am again, with my face plastered in every sheet of daily newspaper of the country doing my deeds of being the most rebel daughter of the President. “ Didn’t I tell you that you will stop going to those clubs?” Father, the country's current President, shouted as soon as I step my foot in our dining area. He didn’t take his gaze off the newspaper while sipping his favorite tea. The gray strands of his hair are beyond visible and even though his amber wrinkled eyes are hiding beneath those black-rimmed eyeglasses, I cannot deny the fact that my father is a very serious one. He’s strict and formal but more importantl
“ Amara Ildefonso, the nation’s daughter is spotted kissing the socialite, Mr. Kiko Lopez across the street last evening. The nation is now hungry for answers, are the two dating? And when will the nation’s daughter stop her wild rendezvous’ ?” I just want to throw the remote directly at the screen because of so much annoyance. Flash in the screen is our photo yesternight and it looks scandalous. Photos of me and Kiko, kissing under the street lamps on the side of the road instantly gains popularity and have been trending on social media. Browsing through my phone, I’ve tried to read comments and why am I not shocked when all of them are just mean comments? They even call me a slut for kissing any man that I come with. “ Madam.” Someone knocked through the door and it stopped me from what I am doing. One man in a suit peeks through my door and I’ve waited for whatever he is going to say. “ What?” I shouted because it took him a second to talk. He’s gu
When did I find older men attractive? The eyes that are cruel and the muscular arms that can pin me on the wall and can totally wreck my body. Inks wasn't my type but the sleeve tattoo in his left arm makes my mouth dry.“Where are you going, madam?”Even when he looks serious there is always a hint of naughtiness in the way that I am hearing his voice in my mind. It’s like a curse to look at him and have these lewd thoughts.Damn it, Amara! Did I lose my mind because I have been home for almost a week already? I imprisoned myself in my room in the hope to rebel against my father. The thought of having a personal bodyguard that will always be at my side is a childish thing for me.He looks at my outfit. “The president wants to meet you,” he said. His sharps eyes and chiseled jaw told me that he wasn’t happy with what I am wearing.“ I have a photoshoot. You can’t imprison me in this house foreve
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 mu
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