Breaking My Chains: A virgin and her dominant bodyguard (Protect Book 3)

by Chloe Fischer

  "What if I told you I was still a virgin?"

  That was it.

  A growl left his lips, and his eyes narrowed. A sudden tidal wave of desire came over him that he couldn't fight. Not anymore. In that moment, Lance no longer cared about the consequences of his actions. He would have taken the paycheck out of his pocket and torn it in half if he had to. He and Sarah were alone, and she was quite literally asking for it.

  He stormed forward, grabbed Sarah around the waist and dragged her up the stairs. They reached her room, and Lance threw her forward. She stumbled, landing with her hands flat on the base of the bed.

  "You want to see what it's like?" Lance asked, as he stalked slowly toward her.

  "Show me," she whispered back.

  Usually, Lance had a whole array of toys for this kind of thing. But as he was away from his base, he was going to have to improvise. First, he undid his belt. He then pulled it from the straps, and folded it into a length on his forearm.

  Sarah watched as he did. He could see her knees shaking, her arms trembling. She was scared. But that was what Lance wanted.

  “Don’t move.” He said.

  He walked up behind her, running his hand softly over her bare ass. He traced his fingers over her soft skin and down her thighs. Lightly, they touched the outside of her pussy. She was already soaking wet.

  "Make sure, Sarah. Make sure you know what you’re asking for. Because once we start this, we aren’t stopping," Lance warned. He then brought his hand back and it landed harshly on her ass cheeks. One hard lash across her skin.

  "Aaahh!" She moaned.

  He rubbed the stinging spot lightly, causing fire to spread out from her bottom straight to her pussy.

  Lance paused. "Say yes, Sarah. Tell me you understand."

  She hesitated, almost lost to the sensations stroking through her. Lance raised his hand again and brought it down sharply on the other cheek of her rounded behind.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes…….please.”

  And so he did it again. And again. Five times he brought his hand down sharply with a sting on her ass. They were solid, forceful slaps. Designed to burn. Each time he did, her cries became less in pain and more in pleasure. And each time he did, she pushed backwards with her hips. Silently asking for his hand to stroke her, as he did after every lash. The pain and pleasure were blending, causing euphoria to fill her. She wasn’t even aware of how her body was asking for more.

  On the last strike, Lance used the soft end of his belt, causing a stronger burn, a harsh sting, but then he immediately thrust his fingers into her soaking pussy, causing her to scream out in pleasure and rock forward on her bent elbow. This raised her ass higher into the air, giving him better access to her core.

  “This is so you’ll remember, Sarah. You’ll never try to sneak away from me again, will you?” he growled as he thrust his fingers deeper. She cried out again, gripping the sheets on the bed tightly in her fists, and rocking backwards towards him.

  While she was lost in her pleasure, Lance gripped her hips and turned her over on the bed. He grasped her wrists and lifted them over her head. He used the belt to secure her wrists to the headboard.

  This was the picture he had been dreaming about. Sarah tied to the bed, spread out before him. He slowly undid the buttons of her lacy top and spread the edges out. Her breasts were heaving with each breath she tried to drag in. Her eyelids were at half mast and her eyes were calling out to him, begging him for something she didn’t understand. He dragged his finger slowly down her cheek and along her collar bone, dipping it down to the swell of one breast. Her nipples tightened noticeably under her bra. He fingered the front clasp.

  “Are you going to be a good girl from now on, Sarah?” he asked quietly.

  “Lance, what are you – what are you doing to me?” Sarah cried. Her nipples were burning now and he hadn’t even touched her there! Her hips writhed on the bed. She felt so empty, she needed him to touch her again. Down there.

  “I want you to promise me, Sarah,” he continued as he flicked his finger over her right nipple, drawing a cry from her lips. “Promise me that you’ll never try something so dangerous again.”

  He gently popped the front closure on her bra, and her breasts popped out, the bra falling to her sides. Ever so lightly her smoothed his thumb over her nipples, causing her breath to stutter.

  “Promise me now, Sarah!” he demanded as he sharply squeezed both of nipples simultaneously.

  Sarah cried out loudly. “Oh god, I promise!”

  “Good girl,” he soothed, rubbing her breasts gently again. His hand trailed down her stomach and slowly circled the prettily shaved strip of curls on her mons. Sarah could barely see straight and she was having a hard time breathing. She was so hot. Her body was on fire. If he would just do that thing again, that thing with his fingers. She needed him to touch her! She needed friction, everywhere.

  “Please, Lance……please…” she begged.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, while stroking so close to her clit that she wanted to scream!

  “Lance!” she wailed in frustration. “Please, just…..help me…..just – touch me!”

  “You mean here?” he asked innocently. He dragged his thumb through her curls and gently rubbed her clit in a slow circle.

  “Ahhhh…yes!” Sarah cried.

  Lance could barely stop himself from ravaging her at that point. She was so sexy, splayed out in front of him, lost in her passion and writhing on his hand. He had to taste her. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, then pushed her legs far apart with his hands and bent down so he could lean in and see paradise. It was the prettiest fucking pussy he’d ever seen – wet with the evidence of her arousal.

  He leaned in and slid his tongue along her core, making her gasp in delighted shock.

  “Oh God!” she cried out, gripping the belt that held her hands above her head.

  She tasted like heaven. Sweet, delicious. She was fucking perfect. He snapped the strap of her thong and then flicked his tongue over her clit. She cried out again, helpless.

  He closed his eyes, her arousal coating his tongue. She was so fucking wet and he loved it.

  “Please don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, Lance.”

  “I don’t plan to.” He promised, opening his eyes so that he could watch her. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, eyes closed and chest heaving. She was a fucking goddess, a goddess at the tip of his tongue, and not wanting this vision, this moment, to pass by too quickly, he slowed his pace and took his time. He kissed her clit, stretching it with his lips and letting it go.

  He gently rimmed her opening with his finger, causing her to buck into him.

  “Lance! I need more….please!” Sarah cried. She was so lost in her passion, that she couldn’t even have remembered her own name. “Please just…..fuck me, Lance!” she finally demanded.

  “Not yet. This,” he said, once again teasing her opening. “I want to play with this.” He slowly inserted one finger, as far as he could go. He felt her tightness and it made him clench his teeth. God, she was so hot, so tight, so wet. It was killing him in the most beautiful way possible. His cock had never been as hard, as desperate, as it was at this moment.

  He inserted a second finger and swirled them around slowly inside her. Then he slid them both almost all the way out and then firmly back in, as far as they would go. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, trying to draw them in deeper, and this time it was Lance who moaned.

  His tongue came back down to torment her clit, laving it gently at first, then more and more aggressively. Sarah began bucking on his hand, her cries becoming louder and more desperate. Just as she reached her climax, Lance removed the belt from her wrists. She didn’t even notice, as her world was exploding, going super nova, changing her forever. She couldn’t breathe, she could only feel, the spasms that rocked through her were more powerful than anything she had ever felt before.

  Before sh
e could come down from her high completely, Lance had removed his pants and climbed back between her legs. He knew this was the best moment in which to breach her. Her channel was slick and still spasming, and fear of the initial pain was the last thing on her mind.

  She opened her eyes as he positioned the first inch of his cock inside her. Her breathing hitched as she realized what was going to happen. Before she could react, he thrust firmly into her. Not all the way, but far enough to break her hymen. He stilled his hips, shaking with the effort of holding himself back. He refused to traumatize her. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. His cock was literally trying to take over his body.

  She had tensed slightly when he pushed into her, but her eyes were still glazed with the after glow of orgasm. Her kissed her lips slowly, distracting her from the slow glide of his cock as he pulled slowly out of her a couple of inches, then again, slowly forward, a little deeper this time.

  Her breath hitched and she looked into his eyes. At that moment, she realized that her hands were free and she brought them up and threaded her fingers through his hair, while holding his gaze. Never had she thought to feel anything like this. She could only breathe as she felt him thrust inside of her, her passion rising again. Reveling in the powerful feel of him, she ran her hands down his muscled back, and raised her legs around his hips.

  He moved deeper inside her, then withdrew, increasing his pace. The muscles of her pussy clenched greedily around his staff.

  The whirlwind inside her started up again. She was climbing higher and higher with each thrust, her cunt begging him for more. The sensations were incredible, her clit was quivering. He drove himself so deeply into her body that she felt the stroke all the way to her toes. How could there be somewhere higher than the heaven she had reached only moments ago? The feelings inside her were so strong that she was almost scared.

  “Lance, I don’t know what’s happening…” she cried. “I can’t….take it.”

  “Shhh, love,” he whispered in her ear, “It’s ok. Come for me, beautiful. Let yourself go.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust of his hips, driving his cock deeper into her. Then he reached between their bodies and grasped her clit firmly, giving it the attention it was crying for. “Come for me. Now.” Lance ordered.

  That was it, her world exploded and her body convulsed in ecstasy. The waves kept crashing over her, as she distantly heard Lance moan and thrust even deeper, then hold himself still as he reached his own climax. Her world went briefly dark, then flickering lights penetrated her closed eyes as the spasms slowly gentled, releasing her from their passionate grip.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Sarah lay with her head snuggled into Lance's chest. He had one arm wrapped around her, the other was stroking her hair which was spread over his stomach. Her breathing was just starting to get back to normal. She was suddenly embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. That had been the most unbelievable experience of her life, but what if it had meant nothing to him? He was a member of Black Leather. Didn’t that mean he did this kind of stuff all the time? She was probably nothing special to him. Should she just get dressed? Or make conversation?

  She tensed up, ready to bolt into the bathroom where she would stay until….well, probably until she got old and grey.

  "Hey," Lance said, looking down at Sarah.

  "Hey," she said back with a small smile. His eyes caught hers and she felt herself melt for what must have been the hundredth time that night. So, this is what everyone is going on about?

  It had been an experience to say the least, and Sarah had enjoyed every second of it. What she was most surprised by was how gentle Lance was, even though he was a dominant. Sure he had tied her up, and spanked her, and driven her batshit crazy with lust, but the focus always seemed to be her pleasure – hot his. He seemed to know how far to push her, and just how high her could take her. He knew it was her first time, and he didn't want to risk doing anything that would harm her. Or at least that was how it had felt.

  The question now was, where to from here? There was no doubt the she wanted to do it again. Of that she was sure. But would Lance? Or would he think this was a one time thing? She wanted to asked, but was too terrified that it might scare him off. Was sex always this complicated? She hoped not.

  "Hey, Lance..." she began, deciding that she had to ask. Laying there, tangled in his arm, there was no way she could spend another minute not knowing. "I was wondering what --"

  Just then the lights in the bedroom went out. Lance, as quick as a flash, sat up and pushed Sarah behind his big body.

  "What’s --"

  "Ssshhh!" he hissed, holding his finger up to his lips. He quickly rolled out of bed, pulling on his pants as he hurried to the door and crouched beside it.

  "Stay here," he whispered. "And lock the door when I leave. Don't open it either, unless it's me on the other side. Understand?"

  "Why? What’s wrong?"

  " Just do it!" he ordered her. He was out the door a second later.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When the lights had gone out, Lance automatically switched into security mode. He crept silently down the hall to toward the office. Most likely it was just a blackout, but he had noticed through Sarah’s window that the lights were still on in the building across the street. Maybe it was just her building that had lost power? He felt he had to be extra cautious though because of what had happened three days ago.

  Every member of Sarah’s family had bodyguards and security on them, but three days ago an attempt had been made on Sarah’s Uncle Spence. Spence had been involved in some shady business dealings a few years before but had the presence of mind to get himself out before things got too serious for him. To do that, he had agreed to testify against the head of one of the biggest crime families in the city. Carmine Marino. In exchange for this testimony, the D.A. was going to drop any charges against Spence.

  Spence had to be under heavy guard because the Marino family needed to eliminate him. Three days ago, Carmine’s nephew Vince had tried to shoot Spence as he came out of a restaurant. Lance had been working Spence’s guard detail at the time and was on point across the street, watching the traffic and pedestrians. When he recognized Vince, Carmine’s nephew, slowly driving by just as Spence was emerging from the restaurant, he knew something was about to happen. He quickly pulled his gun from his shoulder holster, keeping it hidden just inside his jacket. He was speaking quickly into his ear mic, warning the other members of his team when he saw Vince slow down and stop in the side street. Vince rolled down his window then pulled his gun. When Lance saw Vince aim towards Spence, he knew he had no other choice to stop him. Lance had fired his own gun, nailing Vince in the head, killing him right in the car was sitting in.

  Now, everyone in the agency was on high alert. And every member of Sarah’s family was at risk. The Marino family was desperate and if they couldn’t get to Spence, they may just decide to go after someone else that they could use to “convince” Spence to keep quiet… They had also put out a hit on the agent that had shot and killed Vince – Lance.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Sarah remained in bed after he had left, staring at the door, having no idea what the heck had just happened. The turning off of the lights – a blackout most likely – had sent Lance into some sort of over-zealous security head-spin. It was a little bit rude actually, and if it wasn't for how enamored she was feeling about the man, she might have been angry.

  But now she was starting to get a little nervous. Lance had been gone quite a while. She slowly crept out of bed and opened her bedroom door. The entire house was shrouded in darkness. She could barely see anything, but Sarah had lived in this penthouse for a while now and knew the layout pretty well. She slowly and quietly made her way to the main kitchen.

  “Lance!” she hissed quietly. “Lance!”

  But she didn’t get a response.

  She crept into the kitchen and tried to turn on the light – this one didn’t work either. The sile
nce in the house made the noise of her ragged breathing almost deafening. Then she heard the building’s air conditioning start humming. For a moment, her heart literally stopped. Oh god, if the air conditioning is working, that means just the lights are out….and that means it wasn’t a power outage.

  Sarah went to quickly turn to go to the living room where she had left her cell phone in her purse. Just as she went to take a step, huge beefy arms closed around her. He was big, nearly a giant compared to Sarah. His gut bulged against his shirt, bending her backward slightly. His thick arms threatened to break her ribs. That meant the person holding her couldn’t be Lance. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she drew in breath to scream, the man covered her mouth and nose with his hand. He lifted her with little effort in spite of her struggles and carried her towards the door.