"So, what's the problem?"
“How am I supposed to get away from Lance?”
At twenty-five years of age, Sarah was still a virgin. This wasn't a result of her choice, but more due to the way she was raised. She had been born into a very wealthy, very influential family. She lived in upstate New York, in the kind of place that had staff, security systems to rival the Pentagon, and of course, bodyguards.
Her parents were typical upper class snobs. Both elitist, both over protective to a fault, they had raised Sarah to be the epitome of a lady. When she was old enough, she was carted off to an all-girls boarding school and when she graduated from there, she was shipped away to an all-girls college. They were expensive institutions and ones designed to ensure that the girls grew up both proper and chaste - as good girls should.
What her parents didn’t know, was that Sarah dreamed of excitement. And daring. And pushing the boundaries. And lately, she had decided that being a virgin was not for her. She wanted to experience. She wanted to dare. She wanted what the women on her computer screen were getting – the bliss, the ecstasy, of being with a man who could show her who she was. Someone who would take control and dominate her.
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“You mean Lance, the German god who hasn’t left your side for a year?” Vikki joked. She knew how Sarah felt about Lance, and she also knew that Lance wasn’t likely to bend his own personal rules enough to help her friend out by relieving her of her virginity. On the other hand, you never knew what could be accomplished if you tried hard, or sexily, enough…
"The very same," Sarah said with chagrin.
Vikki was all in for Sarah trying to seduce Lance. The man was The Bomb. "Well forget about tonight then, you can come to this club anytime. Do you want my advice?"
"Always," Sarah said truthfully. She and Vikki had only been friends for a few months, only since Sarah had graduated and moved into this exclusive apartment building. Vikki lived three floors below Sarah. Her parents were also wealthy, but instead of being overprotective like Sarah’s parents, Vikki’s parents had forgotten that she existed. They paid all of her exorbitant bills, but they seldom checked in on her or visited. It made Sarah feel sorry for her - some days it helped Sarah to put up with her own parents. But when Sarah had moved in, Vikki had taken her under her wing, as a sort of protégée. It was a role that they both took very seriously. And Vikki was determined to help Sarah lose her virginity in an unforgettable way.
"Use him. Or, let him use you. These BDSM clubs are fun and everything, but why go out for burgers when the steak is being cooked in your kitchen... rare and meaty too."
Sarah chuckled as she lay back in the pool chair. Her friend was right, of course. Vikki had invited her to go to her very first BDSM club tonight, as a sort of introduction to the culture, plus as a chance to finally lose her virginity. But, as Vikki very suitably pointed out, why bother?
Tonight though... well she had a pretty good feeling that come dawn, she would be a virgin no longer.
Lance hated the rain. Especially hot muggy rain that reminded him of the rainforests of South America. And reminded him of Annabelle – the whiny, spoiled, petulant daughter of a powerful drug lord who just happened to have bottomless pockets combined with the influential contacts required to hire the company that Lance worked at. Annabelle had been kidnapped by a rival drug exporter so that she could be used for “negotiating power” when the two kingpins were fighting over business “rights”. Unfortunately for the kidnapper, Manuel Cortez had the right connections to purchase his daughter’s “escape”. It had been one of the longest weeks of Lance’s life – which was saying a whole lot considering he had spent ten years as a Navy Seal and experienced some of the harshest conditions known to man. But nothing could compare to an unhappy, ungrateful, chafed woman, Lance thought.
The rain here in New York may have been muggy, but his job on this mission was infinitely preferable he decided. Even though the woman he was protecting now got under his skin in a very different way.
Where Annabelle was annoying and petulant, Sarah was hot and sexy as all fuck. Lance had grown up having strict control over his mind and body. It had been a necessary survival skill when he was a kid. But Sarah challenged his discipline. She haunted his dreams and kept him in an almost constant state of arousal. It took everything he had to not let his emotions and thoughts show when she was around.
One more month, Lance thought as he turned back to go into the penthouse from his rounds checking the exterior perimeter of the penthouse. He would be reassigned in a month. Likely to an overseas location where war or political mayhem prevailed. The owners of Strategic Securities Inc. believed that their employees should be challenged frequently. They didn’t want any of their highly trained staff to grow soft doing bodyguard work. And it was a solid practice, Lance thought. Their combined military and defense skills only got rusty when they were on these kinds of missions.
In the meantime, he should check in with the rest of the security members who were on this assignment. Sarah always had one person with her on the premises at any given time. One who was inside her penthouse. That person was almost always Lance. When he needed a break, he would call in Tom. Tom was kind of like a “floater” in their New York base. He covered anyone who needed a brief spell of time off. But the only time Lance really left Sarah’s penthouse was to go home and sleep. And lately, when he was supposed to be sleeping, he was often jacking off to thoughts of tying Sarah to his bed and bringing her to the levels of extreme passion that he knew he could.
Sarah had a sublime innocence about her and Lance was pretty sure she was a virgin. It made him rock hard just thinking about being the first one to sink into her, to make her scream with passion, and writhe with need. He couldn’t be absolutely sure, but he thought she might be a natural submissive. And if so, Lance had better get transferred to Siberia because if he thought there was the slightest chance that he could initiate her into his lifestyle then a nuclear blast wouldn’t be able to keep him away. The dominant in him would crave Sarah, crave her submission, crave her trust.
Sarah was sitting in her bedroom, ready to enact her plan.
Oh god, did she really have the guts to do this? She was pretty sure he was going to outright laugh at her and she would just die if that happened. But she knew she had to do this! She was going to stay a virgin forever if she didn’t take matters into her own hands. And she trusted Lance. He scared the bejesus out of her, but somehow she knew that Lance would never hurt her.
She hoped she knew.
As she exited her room and made her way down stairs, she shed the robe that she had been wearing. It fell to the floor by her ankles, revealing a lot of smooth, supple skin, and an all-black thong bikini.
Sarah had been blessed with a great body. Her stomach was flat and tight, with hips that flared dramatically and defined a jaw droppingly gorgeous ass. According to Vikki, her breasts were made to be sucked. Sarah wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she knew that guys stopped and stared when she passed and whistled when she was walking on the street. But at that moment, with the string of her bikini wedging itself nicely in her butt-crack, and her breasts threatening to erupt from her top, there was only one man that she hoped would stop and stare.
But seducing Lance was only half the battle. Sarah had fantasized about being the submissive. She didn’t know anyone in the BDSM lifestyle, but if there was a guy who was born to be dominant, it was Lance. She wanted him to be the one to take her and make her his, to show her how to reach the heights that the women on her computer had. To make her beg. To spank her. Sarah was getting wet just thinking about the shocking intimacy of getting a spanking from Lance.
A smile curled on her lips as she stepped onto the back patio by the pool.
With no time to waste, she hurried to her spot – a deck chair that would allow her to lay on her stomach. She did just that, making sure that her backside was facing the door by which Lance would exit. And then she ca
lled him.
"Lance!" she called out in a heavenly voice. "Can you please come here for a second? I'm outside, by the pool."
When Lance stepped outside and into the sunlight, Sarah forgot for a moment what it was that she was supposed to be doing. She had completely underestimated just how hot he was. His chiseled face let no emotion show, but Sarah thought she caught a tic in his jaw. Was he annoyed with her? She hadn’t even said anything yet. She was losing her nerve quickly but gave herself a mental shake and a mini pep talk.
You don’t want to be a virgin forever, do you? Just look at those shoulders. Imagine those lips –
It didn’t help that she was already turned on just thinking about him getting his hands on her.
He stood over six-feet in height. He was wearing a simple tight black t-shirt that strained against the knotted muscles in his chest and arms. His legs were encased in black cargo pants and of course he was wearing his ever present gun belt. Her eyes devoured him, running down his torso and onto his... she shook her head. Composing herself.
"Oh hey," she said. She had her back to him, forcing her to look over her shoulder. As she was laying on her stomach, she had to prop her butt up and lean back to do so. It was all part of the plan. "Can you do me a tiny favor?"
"Sarah," Lance said as he tried to shift his growing package sideways a bit. Jesus she was delectable. If she was any of his subs he would spank her ass hard for tempting him like this.
Sarah had hoped that he would have been more obviously distracted by her exposed skin. But he was, as always, cool and collected.
"Can you lather me up with some tanning oil?" she continued, not missing a beat. As she did, she wiggled herself back a little, hoping to draw his attention to her booty. “I haven’t gotten much sun this year and I don’t want to burn.”
Well, something would be burning soon, Lance thought. Sarah never strutted around in a skimpy bathing suit like this. She used the pool often but it was just to swim laps and she always wore a serviceable one piece suit to do it in.
"I can," Lance said in the same even tone. He sat down by her legs, picking up the small bottle of tanning oil as he did.
"So where do you want this?" he asked, ignoring the overwhelming temptation of her ass as he poured the oil onto his hands. "Your back?" He moved his hands toward her back.
"Sure, but also…... do you mind... oh this is so embarrassing," she shyly tipped her head forward.
"I've known you for a long time, Sarah. What is it you want?"
Sarah grimaced at this. She wasn't sure, but something told her that him bringing up their long past wasn't a good thing.
"Um……would you mind doing my butt? As you can see, there isn't much covering it and I'd hate for it to burn." She perked her butt up, as if to demonstrate the bareness of it.
To this, Lance didn't respond. Instead he calmly began to glide his slick hands over her shoulders and back. As his hands massaged over her bare skin he slowly made his way to her lower back. By this time Sarah was desperately trying to hold in the little moans that were trying to escape. How embarrassing it would be to let him know how turned on she was getting! He poured more oil into his hands then slowly warmed it by rubbing them together. Then he began near the small of her back and slowly spread his hands over the cheeks of her bottom. He continued this tortuous journey until his hands reached just below her upper thigh.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer and a small moan escaped her throat. She froze – horrified. Lance’s hands stilled.
“Anything else?” he asked curtly.
Oh god, she was going to die.
Sarah looked back over her shoulder at Lance. As she did, she tried her best not to frown or show her disappointment. Desperate to salvage the situation, for a moment she even considered asking him to do her inner thighs for her... or her breasts. But that would have been too obvious, and despite how far Sarah had come in the last few weeks sexually, she wasn't quite at that point yet. Lance was an absolute babe and she wasn't brave enough to serve herself up to him.
"No, that's it," she said simply.
"Perfect." He was on his feet in a matter of seconds. "If there is anything else, I'll be inside." He turned and hurried inside, without so much as glancing back at the half-naked girl by the pool.
For some time, Sarah remained where she was. She didn't care one fig about getting a tan, or even about getting burned, which she surely was. What she did care about was how cold Lance had just acted toward her. It was without a doubt, the coldest and most stiff he had ever been.
Am I not as attractive as I think I am? That was all she could come up with to explain what had just happened. Well there was no way she was having sex with Lance today. No way at all.
She let out a long sigh, about to get up and go pout in her bedroom when her phone rang. It was Vikki. Sarah answered it hurriedly, anxious to discuss with her friend every aspect of what she may have done wrong and how she could fix it.
"Speak to me," Vikki said as soon as Sarah answered.
"Nothing happened," Sarah moaned.
"What?" Vikki exclaimed. "Did you wear that black thong I bought for you?"
"Yep."
"And the oil? You made sure he rubbed it onto your --"
"He used two hands, a lot of oil and managed to walk out of here seconds later... pants no tighter than when he sat down." Sarah hadn’t actually looked at his crotch, but she was too embarrassed about her failure to even tell Vikki that.
"Well I don't know girl, maybe he's gay?” she joked. “But hey! That means you’re free to go tonight?!" Vikki squealed into the other end of the phone.
"What? No, I can't. Even if he won't have me, he still has to look after me. I don't know if I could just sneak out and --"
"Oh, come on. Yes you can! I'm sure you can think of something," Vikki cajoled.
"But..."
"No! I'm not going to hear a word against it. This is happening. I'll be out in front of your building at ten tonight. You better be there,” she warned.
Sarah thought on that for a second, contemplating what it was that she was going to do. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time, knowing it would be her chance to finally take her sex life into her owns hands.
Really, she only had one option, as far as she could tell.
"OK, deal. Ten o’clock tonight. I'll see you then." And she hung up the phone. As she did, she glanced back into the apartment where she could just see Lance inside, making himself some food in the kitchen. She bit her lip as she watched him work. Sneaking past him would be easy enough. She had never given any of her bodyguards any trouble so they didn’t watch her like a hawk, but being with someone else for her first time would be harder.
Lance fell back into the soft white couch, feeling a wave of relief flood over him as he did. In his hand was a glass of very expensive whiskey which he proceeded to drink in a single gulp. The moment he was finished with it, he poured himself another glass and drank that one with equal vigor.
He had suspected lately that Sarah was breaking out of her “good girl” mold and becoming aware of herself as a woman. It was there in the swing of her hips, and the looks she cast over her shoulder, and the way her gaze travelled to his lips sometimes when they were talking. Now he was sure. She couldn’t have been more blatant in her attempt to get him to put his hands all over her.
He was going to be walking around with this hard on until he could get himself into a cold shower and then jack off. Twice. Once just wasn’t going to cut it this time. He couldn’t get the images of Sarah out of his head. Rolling her over on that lounge chair and pulling her bikini thong down. Burying his fingers in her pussy. Nibbling on her tits until she soaked his hand. God! He needed to do something to get these fantasies out of his head.
He went into the kitchen to prepare some dinner. Maybe crushing some garlic would help alleviate his tortured thoughts.
Later that evening, it was all Lance could do to keep his mind on the jo
b and not the girl behind the job. This temptation he was feeling seeping its way through his body as every second passed was threatening to destroy him. Even now, with Sarah up in her room sleeping, and him all the way down here, as far from sight as possible, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to –
Fuck, he needed a cold shower.
Lance shook his head, dispelling all images of Sarah from it. Earlier that evening when she had finally announced that she was feeling a little off and wanted to go to bed, Lance could not have been more relieved. With any luck, she would be in bed all day tomorrow and he could cruise through the weekend. Just a few more weeks. He just had to keep it in his pants and keep his hands off her for a few more weeks.
It was just past eleven pm when Lance felt his phone vibrate. Looking at the caller ID, Lance frowned to himself, surprised to be getting a call from that particular number.
"Drey?" he asked.
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