Her Bodyguard (Raunchy Royals Book 2)

by Paige, Sabrina

  "Careful, princess, or someone might hear you and you don't want that," he tells me.

  "No," I whisper, "definitely not."

  He rubs his palm over my ass cheek again, his touch soothing my skin, before he presses his fingertips to my entrance – my very wet, very willing entrance. He teases me by just barely entering me, and then pulling away. "Every time I had to drag your spoiled ass out of somewhere you weren't supposed to be," he says. "I wanted to bend you over."

  "Yes," I moan as he brings his palm down on my rear – once, twice, three times in rapid succession, the blows enough to leave me breathless, throbbing and smarting and wondering if he's lost control.

  My heart thumps wildly in my chest as he orders me to spread my legs. I do exactly what he tells me to do because every single part of my body wants to bend to him. Every inch of me wants to be taken by him.

  So I spread my legs, wet and ready and willing. I think I might be so consumed by lust that I've lost my mind.

  "Do you want it like this, princess?" he asks as he presses his hardness against me. "Spread like this for me, so ready and waiting? Do you want me to fuck you right here, cuffed, the way you are now?"

  "Oh my God," I gasp. I don't think there's anything I've ever wanted more than exactly what he's describing.

  I wait, whimpering, with bated breath for the sound of his buckle, for him to take his cock out right now and thrust it inside me. But he doesn't.

  Instead, his fingers are between my legs again, and I'm dying, either because of the intensity of the pleasure or from disappointment that he's not fucking me right here against the bookcase. His fingertips meander slowly, finding their way to my clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to bring me right to the edge. His lips are at my ear, his breath warm against me as he whispers. "This isn't what you want, is it? You wish it was my cock between your legs, don't you, princess?"

  "Yes." I breathe the word. Yes, yes, yes to everything he does.

  He takes his time, his fingers rolling over my clit slowly like he has all the time in the world. I don't know how anyone hasn't discovered us yet, or how Mr. Rule Follower doesn't seem to care that someone could. His fingertips move over my slickness until my breath comes in short, rapid gasps.

  Then, without any warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, all in one movement that fills me up. When I let out an involuntary moan, he growls against my ear. "You'd better be quiet, princess, or someone could walk in here. Do you want to be caught with my fingers inside you?"

  "No," I whimper.

  "This pussy is so tight, squeezing my fingers like that," he says, his voice hoarse. I desperately want to reach out and take his dick in my hand, but he has me completely restrained and at his mercy. "Have you thought about my cock inside you?"

  "Yes." I'll admit that much. I'll admit that I've fantasized about him.

  But I won't call out his name, not even now.

  He strokes me, his fingertips somehow sensing exactly where I desperately want to be touched until I'm swollen all around him and on the verge of coming.

  "Yes, what, princess?" he asks.

  He stops moving his fingers, and I'm so close I can't think straight.

  But I'm not saying his name. It's the principle of the thing. A girl has to have some boundaries. She has to be able to keep her distance when she's surrounded by people every second of every day. If I say his name, it's another barrier between us that's gone, one that seems infinitely more intimate than what he's doing right now. I don't tell him any of that. Instead, I just say "no."

  He responds by sliding his fingers from me, leaving me throbbing and empty and needy. "The spanking wasn't enough, was it?"

  "I don't know what you mean." I bite down hard on my lip as he unzips his pants and presses his bare cock against my ass cheek. My heart races. "What are you going to do?"

  My answer comes in the form of his bare cock sliding across my pussy. "You're soaked," he groans. "My cock is coated in your wetness. It would be so easy to slide inside of you right now, just like this. You're completely at my mercy, handcuffed the way you are."

  A thrill rushes through me all the way to the tips of my toes. I am completely at his mercy. I'm at his mercy and I'm aching and throbbing and wanting him. "So, stop making threats and do it."

  I dare him. I want him to take it as a dare and plunge his cock inside me, filling me up to the hilt.

  But he doesn't. He chuckles under his breath. "That would be too easy, princess," he says. I can feel his hand making jerky movements as he strokes his length, the head of his cock pressed right against my entrance. All I can think about is popping back my hips just a little more so that he's inside me. "I'm not going to do that."

  "No?" I ask, my voice cracking. "What are you going to do with me, since I've been such a bad little girl?"

  "I'm going to come all over this perfect little ass and your wet little pussy. Then you're going to pull up your panties and walk back to the engagement party, knowing that you're walking around with your bodyguard's cum all over you."

  My pussy throbs at his filthy words. "Yes," I breathe. Outside in the hallway, I hear voices and my breath gets shorter, but that only seems to spur Max on.

  "Do you hear that?" he whispers, stroking himself faster. "Tell me how much you want to feel it. Tell me how much you want me to come on you right now."

  "Oh, God," I breathe. I do. It's the dirtiest thing imaginable, but that's exactly what I want.

  And that's exactly what he does.

  With a quiet groan, he comes, and warmth covers my ass and pussy. He zips his pants, leaving me standing there for a moment with my legs spread, my panties down around my thighs, and his cum covering my ass. "That's the prettiest picture I've ever seen," he says softly. "Should I leave you here like this in the library?"

  Voices get closer, and my heart races.

  19

  Max

  God, the girl is breathtaking. She's a gorgeous, irresistible mess, standing there with her arms cuffed behind her back, her skirt pushed up so that her bare ass is on display, and my cum dotted all over her skin.

  I can't fucking believe I just did that.

  But I don't have time to think about what just happened because there are voices outside the door, and Noah squawking in my earpiece. I yank up the princess' panties and pull her skirt down to cover her bare ass, just in time before the door to the library comes flying open.

  Noah stands in the entrance. "Is your earpiece not working?"

  My hand goes to my ear as the princess stands casually in front of me, her hands still cuffed behind her back. "It's been silent," I lie. "I think there might be a malfunction. I'll have to take it down to the office and trade it out for a new one. Have you been trying to reach me?"

  Noah's brow wrinkles. "Only just now," he says. "Prince Albert and Isabella have been located. The bomb scare was just a scare."

  I think I hear Princess Alexandra snort.

  Noah looks at the princess. "Is she in ... handcuffs?"

  Suddenly, the other door to the library swings open and the king enters, trailed by Prince Albert and Isabella, all of whom stop short when they see us. Bowing, I nearly choke when the princess says, "Well, father, I would curtsey, but you see, I'm afraid I'd fall over, since my hands are cuffed behind my back."

  "Why on Earth is my daughter in handcuffs?" the king bellows, quickly turning around. "Shut that door. The last thing I need is one of the members of the press to catch wind of this. Please tell me that Alexandra was not arrested and brought back here in that state?"

  "Yeah, Father, I was totally just arrested at your engagement party," the princess says sarcastically. "One of the royal attorneys will be here any minute now."

  "What's going on?" the king asks.

  "Perhaps you'd care to explain, James?" The princess looks over her shoulder at me, a knowing smile on her lips.

  I shrug nonchalantly. "I cuffed the princess for her own safety," I tell them, reaching i
nto my pocket for the handcuff key. "So that she wouldn't escape in the middle of a bomb scare."

  For a second, everyone is quiet, and I think that my explanation might be the lamest attempt at explaining anything away in the history of shitty explanations.

  But the King just nods. "Good thinking, good thinking," he murmurs. "I like your take-no-risks attitude. The media is always looking for a scandal."

  Then he turns to leave the library.

  "Yeah, good thinking, bodyguard," the princess says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's exactly as if you were trying to avoid a scandal."

  "I could still lose these handcuff keys," I warn.

  Isabella stares at us. "Why wouldn't you just cuff her to something?" she wonders. "Like a radiator."

  "A radiator?" Alexandra asks.

  "That's the first thing I thought of. Or you could cuff her to yourself," Isabella muses. "That would really make a lot more sense than cuffing her arms behind her back, wouldn't it?"

  Prince Albert clears his throat, his eyes on me. "I'm sure that he was only trying to keep my sister safe, and nothing more than that," he says, his tone a warning.

  Yeah, that's it. Keeping her safe.

  "He's Mr. Safety," the princess says loudly. "Mr. Rules, Mr. Safety, Mr. Predictable."

  Prince Albert laughs. "You might want to throw away the handcuff keys after all," he recommends. "Seriously, it looks like she hasn't learned her lesson."

  "Shut up, Albie," the princess says, suddenly feistier than she was a moment ago. She looks at me. "Will you uncuff me already? Why do you all keep staring at me? Honestly, you'd think none of you had ever seen me in handcuffs before."

  "You've been in handcuffs before?" Isabella squeaks.

  "Color me not surprised," I murmur as I unlock the princess' cuffs. My fingertips linger on the inside of her wrist for slightly too long to be appropriate. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I heard her gasp, but when I let her out of the cuffs, she gives me a frosty look.

  "I'm going to my room, now. Alone. As in 'Do Not Disturb'. Does anyone have any objection to that?"

  Prince Albert laughs, shaking his head as he puts his hands up. "I think we're all perfectly fine with you going to your room, Alex."

  She lets out a frustrated groan, and I try not to smile smugly because I know exactly why she's as frustrated as she is right now. It's all because of me.

  I wait until the others leave before I go to Alexandra's room – casually, like I'm scheduled to stand post. The bodyguard on duty is only too happy when I tell him to take a break because I'm relieving him.

  I buzz the doorbell to her room. She doesn't immediately answer. Pausing for a minute and glancing down the hallway, I verify that no one is around before speaking into the intercom. The system is electronic, a camera outside of her bedroom that transmits so she can see who's there. There are no cameras in the non-public areas of the palace, at the king's request – he never liked the idea – which is good, because otherwise I'd be in a lot of trouble. "I know you can see me, princess," I say. "And I know you're in there. And if not, well, then I'll have to clear the room to make sure you haven't run off someplace in the palace."

  It's a few minutes before she pulls the door to her bedroom suite open wide.

  I nearly choke.

  In fact, my reaction is even worse than that. I think I do one of those expressions straight out of an old-school cartoon where the character's eyes bug out and its jaw drops and its tongue rolls out of its mouth and falls to the ground where it unrolls like a red carpet.

  At least, that's the way I feel right now, looking at her.

  Princess Alexandra is standing there in the middle of her doorway wearing absolutely nothing.

  She's absolutely stark-fucking naked. And she's breathtaking. She's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life, standing there with her hand resting on her hip and her hip jutted out to the side.

  My eyes trail up her body, up her lithe legs to her smooth, freshly-waxed pussy, to her trim waist, my eyes lingering on the little piercing she has in her navel. I take in her bare breasts, sized perfectly to fit in each of my hands. I have to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and see if they really are just the size of my palms. Her pale pink nipples are as hard as rocks, little circle beads practically begging to be stroked by my tongue.

  I'm practically salivating at the mere thought of putting my mouth on them. My cock jumps, the memory of my dick pressed up against her smooth wetness only minutes ago still very fresh in my mind.

  "Can I help you, James?" she asks casually. She stands there with an absolutely triumphant expression on her face because she knows she has me.

  She wants me to be completely taken with her, the way any red-blooded male would be when confronted with a woman like her standing naked in front of him. She wants me to pick her up and close the door behind me and fuck her.

  But that's exactly what I'm not going to do. A girl like her is used to getting her own way, all the time, from everyone.

  The hell if she's going to get it from me like that.

  Even if all the blood in my body has rushed straight to my cock, at least I can think clearly enough to realize that.

  "I had an urgent security matter to discuss," I tell her.

  She smiles smugly, raising her eyebrows as her gaze flickers down to my pants, where I know she can see that I'm hard as a rock. "Oh?"

  I step inside the bedroom without closing the doors behind me. I need to leave the doors open, because hell if I'm going to be able to resist her without knowing that someone could come down that hallway at any moment and discover us.

  That, and her recklessness makes me want to be reckless too.

  I stand in front of her, so close that her nipples touch my shirt. But I don't touch her. I just lean close to her ear and whisper "I told you what was going to happen if you kept calling me James."

  She nods. "I think you said the punishment would be worse than what you just did in the library." Her voice is thick and breathy. "To which I say, then I'm ready for my punishment, James."

  "Is that what you want, princess?" I ask, my breath catching in my throat. Bending her over like that in the library – cuffing her like that –was insane.

  I've never done anything like that to a girl before. I've never felt that kind of need before. I've never been spun up and annoyed and so fucking hard for a girl like that before.

  Having her breathless, cuffed, and completely at my mercy, her orgasm totally mine to give, should make me feel terrible, shouldn't it? A good man wouldn't be hard as a rock at the thought of making a woman like this submit.

  She whimpers. "I'm a very bad girl."

  She wants me to spank her. She wants me to bend her over and tie her up and fuck her, but I can't do any of those things, because she's demanding it. Instead, I hold strong. I whisper in her ear. "My name, princess."

  A slow grin spreads across her face as she slides her palm over my hard cock. "You don't really care about the whole name thing," she says softly. "Do you? It's really just a silly little thing."

  I grip her wrist, stopping her from doing what she's doing with her hand. "I do," I tell her. "All you have to do is say it."

  She sighs. "You're no fun."

  "I'm lots of fun," I tell her. My lips brush her ear, and the smell of her shampoo is intoxicating. "But you don't get to come until you say it."

  She laughs. "You're so stubborn."

  "Pot, meet kettle."

  She steps back a foot or so, her expression defiant. Sliding her palm across her abdomen, her fingers go lower until they dip between her legs. I take a deep breath as she touches herself. "Well, then, I guess you'll have to watch."

  I do.

  I watch for a moment as she fingers herself – until I think my cock is going to explode right then and there. I watch until I'm on the verge of picking her up and carrying her to the bed because I don't fucking care about what the hell she calls me. I watch until
she's on the verge of coming, her lips parted and her breath short.

  I won't be able to contain myself if she comes.

  So I walk to her, pulling her hand from between her legs. Her eyes go wide as I bring her fingers to my mouth. Her wetness is intoxicating, sweet and perfect, and I silently curse myself for tasting her because now I only want her more. "No, princess," I growl. "No touching yourself. No fingers. No vibrators. Nothing goes between your legs except me. You can come when I give you permission to come."

  Her eyes go wide. "You are completely insane."

  "It's just one word, princess," I say, turning to leave. "One simple word."

  I take one final look at her naked body, because chances are she's going to come to her senses by tomorrow and decide to never let me see that naked body ever again. Then I close the bedroom door behind me.

  The other security guy is just returning from his break, walking down the hallway in my direction. He chuckles at my very clear boner. "She's hot, eh?"

  I don't know what comes over me. I push him up against the nearest wall. "She's the princess," I say gruffly. "You speak about her like that again and I'll report you. Understood?"

  I let go of him before I hear his answer and make a beeline for my room where I have to immediately drop my pants. I stroke myself, thinking about her naked. I think about coming all over her bare ass in the library and remember the way she moaned when I touched her. I think about how fucking wet she was for me, how willing and perfect.

  I think about all of the things I want to do to her, about all of the ways I want to debauch this girl, and when I do, I come hard.

  20

  Alexandra

  "Why are you so cranky?" Albie asks, coming up behind me and throwing his arm around my shoulder.

  "Fuck off," I tell him, stepping away. I'm cranky because of all the pent-up sexual tension between Max and I, not to mention the fact that I haven't been able to make myself come since he told me I wouldn't come without him. It's completely ridiculous, too. It's not like I've ever had trouble doing exactly the opposite of what someone tells me to do; I even tried touching myself last night. I slid my fingers between my legs and … nothing. So, I'm a little bit tense. But it's not as if I'm going to tell my brother any of that. "You're messing up my dress."