by Asha Daniels
Surrendering to the Bodyguard
Asha Daniels
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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Chapter 1
I hunger for a man to dominate me, give me the reasons to trust, to understand the woman inside. I will surrender, but only if he captures my heart…
The sentiment was one she’d thought of often, fantasies about the perfect Master, a man whose power and influence was second to his love and protection. She could see herself enraptured, her entire world surrounded by the one man who’d freed her from a dark and suffocating prison. She could envision his strong arms and tender heart, yet a man so commanding that one look and she obeyed.
That was never going to happen.
Didn’t she sound like she’d been reading one too many romance novels?
“You look bitchin’ tonight and good enough to eat. Come here, baby.”
Jasmine Rush gave him a harsh look. This particular man wasn’t included in her nightly fantasies. Johnny Falk, Pitch to his fans, was one of the hottest and possibly the sexiest guitar players, but in her mind, the man was an asshole. Breaking up with him twice had been disastrous. What was the line, three time’s a charm? “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be tuning your guitar or applying another suffocating amount of cheap cologne?” You bet she was anxious, her emotions bordering on anger. She had damn good reason to be.
Another threat had been made, this one to her life.
“Maybe I should change that to aren’t you the bitch tonight?” Snuffling, he grabbed both her wrists in one hand as he shoved her against the wall, the hard thud echoing into the room.
“What are you doing? Get off me!”
“Giving you exactly what you crave.” Johnny growled as he pressed his open mouth against her ear, dragging the edge of his teeth down the length of her neck.
She wanted to push him away, to deny him any reaction, but her body failed her. As usual. Craving the rough touch of a man had become her nemesis, preventing her from ending the tragedy shared between them. Moaning, she arched her back as he ground his groin against her stomach. She was wet, her pussy throbbing, her nipples aching. The line between love and disgust was thin and she hated her body for deceiving her.
“You want me. Don’t you? Say it. Say you want my thick cock shoved inside that sweet cunt of yours.” He nipped her skin, suckling on her tender flesh.
Swallowing, she tried to resist, even allowing her growing hatred for him to enter her mind, but as with everything else in her life, she failed.
Horribly. Miserably.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. “I want you. God, I want you to fuck me.” Had the nasty words actually left her mouth? Pathetic. You’re fucking pathetic.
Chuckling, the sound laced with a dark and evil tone, he rubbed the palm of his hand down her arm to her face then beside her breast to her hip. “You don’t deserve it, you little slut.” He rubbed his mouth up to her chin, breathing out, the sound strangled. “But I’ll tell you what you’re going to get.”
Jasmine wiggled as he kicked apart her legs, forcing them wide open. The moment his hand yanked at the hem of her leather skirt, jerking the material to the top of her thighs, her knees buckled. “What? What am I going to get?” You bet there was disdain in her voice. Something snapped, creating a fog around her vision, hatred in her heart. She deserved far better than this monster disguising himself as a man.
“Don’t be a twat or I’ll blister your ass.” While he grinned, he fingered his belt. “Maybe that’s what you need, a bruised ass before you go on stage. Yeah, wearing my marks. Might even show the guys in the band later what an obedient submissive you can be.”
“Stop it. I don’t want that any longer.” But she did. She wanted a hard whipping, punishment every day but her desires were going to remain fantasies. This man, this bully had plucked her last nerve.
Johnny drove his fingers under the thin lace of her panties, finding her pussy, fingering her swollen tissue. “Hot and wet. As always and just for me, baby.” He plunged all four fingers inside her pussy, flexing them open as he thrust hard and fast.
“Wait. Stop.” Panting, she blinked several times, finding focusing out of the question. The force of his actions rocked her body, slamming her back against the wall. She tipped her head, biting back her cries. He was going to make her come. “I said stop.”
“That’s it. You’ve always wanted this, but you know what you need. A hard spanking. That will calm your ass down.”
She could almost s
ee the glee in his eyes. How the man loved to lord over her the fact she was a born submissive. “Not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight.” Yanking her around, he bent her over, keeping his arm under her waist.
Slap! Crack!
“Stop it!” Jasmine ordered, fighting him, her nails scratching his skin.
Pop! Smack!
He hit her ass hard, using the full force of the muscles in his upper arm. “You need this every day.”
Yanking free, she took a step back, pointing her finger. “Not from you! Not ever.”
“Hell, yes. You’re always bitchin’ about everything. Sick to death of it and so is the rest of the band.” He snarled and rolled his eyes. “You’re nothing special anyway.”
“Leave the band out of this!” Echoes pounded in her ears. Hate. Hate. Hate!
Johnny snarled. “I wish like hell you hadn’t been hired.”
“Trust me, the sentiment isn’t yours alone.” She adored the concept of being a part of the band but hated the arguments, the nastiness that had surfaced.
And she loathed the man standing in front of her. This was it. No more pain doled out like she was a Barbie doll, willing to break to his desires.
Johnny exhaled through clenched teeth and lunged forward, pinning her back against the wall. “You’re going to suck me off later and I don’t care if anyone watches, discovers just how slutty you really are.” Crushing her mouth, he drove his tongue inside, tasting her, instilling his command.
She wanted nothing more than a man to take control, to use her, drive her to the point of sheer ecstasy, to require her submission. She’d allowed Pitch to learn about her dark desires over a second bottle of wine on a lonely night after a bitter argument with her father. Then, he thought he owned her.
But Johnny wasn’t man enough. Still, she remained turned on and despised herself for it. She’d shut down before, cutting off all her emotions. She could do so again.
“That’s it. Do you want to come?” Johnny murmured as kept his face hovering over hers.
“Yes.” She spat out the word, defying him with her attitude. Just let it go and this will never happen again. Never. The little voice had been a constant reminder of her failures, her inability to accept the woman inside. This time, the nagging voice was right. She was finished with assholes.
“Yes?” He pulled out then pinched her clit, twisting.
“Oh!” The pain was harsh yet exquisite and she rocked up onto her tiptoes. “Yes, sir.” He didn’t notice the nasty tone, the flash of anger in her eyes. He was too much of a prick to think any woman could play her own game.
Another chuckle erupted from the base of his throat, the sound guttural, demanding. “I’m the only man who knows what you need.”
“Yes, sir.” As he resumed finger-fucking her, jamming his hand to the point of fisting her, he threw his head back and howled.
She hated his bravado, loathed his control over her. Dropping her head, she refused to come. Not this way and not with this man any longer.
Johnny seemed to sense her change in demeanor and snarled. He released her wrists and slapped his hand against the wall. “Such a fucking tease. That’s all you are. I should whip you right here.”
“Then do it!” Embracing her defiance, she used both hands to push him away and righted her skirt before folding her arms. You bet the stance was protective, even threatening. She shook her head and looked away, fearful his dark eyes would draw her back into his web. “Just get out of here. Find some starlet to suck and fuck. I have to finish getting ready.”
Johnny hesitated as if shocked about her response. After a short laugh, he stormed toward the door. “You’re going to regret this later. Trust me. Matter of fact. You’re going to lose everything you ever worked for and think you have.”
“Threatening me? Take a damn number, asshole.” She wanted to shut out the world.
“Uh-huh. I’m just giving you the truth. I have no idea why Tyler picked you. You weren’t the band’s choice. You’re a lousy singer.”
“Yeah? Whatever.”
She jumped when he slammed the door behind him then slumped against the wall. “Asshole!” Why had she allowed herself to get involved with him? Huffing, she hated the fact her legs continued to tremble, but she made it to the small cooler, grabbing a bottle of water. The cold liquid did nothing to calm her nerves. This was no way to live her life. All she’d ever wanted to do was sing in a band, write music. Becoming a star had been the last thing on her mind yet here she was. Fame and fortune were knocking, calling her name.
And at what price?
She grabbed a bottle of aspirin, shaking so badly she almost dropped the few pills. After tossing them down, she wiped her mouth. She was going to get through tonight. Then she was going to have a chat with her manager. Tyler would know what to do. Maybe. Shit, she was no longer certain. She lived in a bubble.
Blip.
The sound of her email receiving a message on her computer gave her a new set of worries. She never looked at her fan mail, not until after the concerts, keeping the entire site closed. The sound meant this was coming to her regular email address. The monster continued hunting, forcing her into a corner. She controlled her breathing before walking toward her laptop. The nightmare was real.
You will die…
The words burned in the back of her mind, every letter highlighted in red, the block letters almost appearing as if dripping blood. This wasn’t the first time an email of this nature had been sent, and she doubted the last. She stared at the ugly words, her mind racing at the possibilities of who and why. A fan? Why? She was approachable, mostly. Okay, so there had been a few caustic articles written by reporters she’d refused to give the time of day, but fans? She adored them.
You’re terrified of them.
She dropped her head, an entire string of perspiration slithering down the side of her face. What the hell was she doing?
Tap. Tap.
“Shit!” She almost crushed the bottle of water as fear turned into terror.
The door opened, a face peeking in. “Jasmine. Five minutes.”
Not the boogeyman. Not the monster. Not… Whew, she was losing it.
“Sure. I’ll be there.” Jasmine glared at the computer screen then slapped the lid closed, her hand shaking. She wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, staring at her shaking and very white fingers. All the blood had been drained as the frigid chill washed through her system. There was no way of knowing if he was here. Her stalker. The man who’d made her life hell during the last few months.
Was this even a man? A woman could do this. Yes, she could have some lesbian longing to be by her side. Stop. Stop! This was getting out of hand.
“Jazz, are you okay?”
She peered at the member of her crew and for some reason couldn’t remember the girl’s name. She’d been rattled more often than not, and tonight was the worst since the recent tour had begun. This was the last stop for two weeks. She’d been planning on going home. As if Daddy gave a flying fuck. No, he’d no doubt have some business trip planned with his latest mistress. Perfect.
“Jazz?” the girl asked again, this time, her tone of voice clipped as if annoyed.
She’d been unable to concentrate, let alone prepare herself for the concert. Johnny’s appearance certainly hadn’t helped one damn bit. “I’m just fine! I’ll be there. Okay?” When the girl remained where she was standing, her anxiety shifted into high gear. “I said, I’d be there. Got it?”
Her eyes opening wide, the pink haired girl nodded then retreated, leaving the door open a crack.
Jasmine jerked up from the chair, taking long strides and slamming the door. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes. Did this asshole really want her dead? There was no way of telling but his methods of torture had increased over the last thirty days, following her to every concert, at least by email or by making certain she had special ‘gifts’ waiting for her arrival.
Today’s choice? A dozen pur
ple roses. At least they weren’t black, the color of death. There’d been no note, no blood oath of undying love, but she knew who they were from. Bastard. As anger rushed into her system, she almost ran to where the roses had been placed on her table, swinging her arm and knocking them onto the floor. The crash, the shattering of glass made her smile.
Almost instantly the door was flung open. “Fuck! Honey, are you okay? What the hell?”
“I’m fine, Tyler. Just dandy as candy. Just leave me the fuck alone. I have to be on stage in three minutes.” There was no sense in snapping at her manager, but at this point, she was beyond frazzled. She was freaking over everyone asking is she was okay.
“Jesus. What did the flowers ever to do you?”
“They’re from him. Him!”
“Who?” Tyler walked further into the room, gazing down at the flowers. After crouching down, fingering the various petals, he tilted his head, gazing into her eyes. “The stalker? The man who wants you at all costs?”
“Yeah. Who the fuck do you think I mean?” Tyler could joke, but this was no laughing matter. She headed to her makeup table, making faces at her reflection. Think. Go to your happy place. She was a rock star. She was an important woman. She was Daddy’s girl. Rolling her eyes, she realized even her thoughts were off kilter.
“Look, we need to deal with this jerk once and for all.” Tyler picked up the unbroken base of the vase, tossing it in the trash and gave her a comforting smile.
She shot a look over her shoulder. Tyler Markum had found her, wooing her to try out for the already infamous rock band. Infamous indeed. The boys had been all over the place, including on the charts. The various stadiums hated them because of the destruction following them to every concert, but they were the darlings of the media.