The Bodyguard Affair
ChapterThirty-One
“Are you sorry yet?”
Sam’s words taunted Bianca as she lay naked on her bed, face down, with each wrist bound to the outsides of her ankles, leaving her ass sticking up into the air. Sam was taking advantage of that fact by raining spanks down on Bianca’s tender, vulnerable flesh.
She buried her head in the pillow, biting down on it to muffle her squeals. If she gave away how much she was enjoying herself, it would ruin the fun. The scene playing out was the kind of thing she’d only ever conjured up in her wildest fantasies.
This? This was hotter than any fantasy.
“Well?” A final firm slap punctuated Sam’s words. “Are you sorry?”
Bianca writhed on the spot, testing her bonds. But Sam was as good at tying knots as she was at picking locks. “That depends on what you plan to do to me if I say no.”
Something kinky, I hope.She managed to free her face from the pillow long enough to glance back at Sam.
Yet the bodyguard showed no reaction to Bianca’s words. “Right now, I’m leaning toward leaving you tied up here on the bed while I go about my day.”
“Like you could walk away from this. I can tell how badly you want me right now.”
“Oh, but I’m a ‘tightass who hates fun,’ remember? I can wait all day. Longer, even. Self-control is my middle name.”
Sam walked over to the nearby chair where she’d tossed her leather jacket. It was the only item of clothing she’d taken off before stripping Bianca and tying her up.
“You know, I haven’t had this much spare time in years. I should make the most of it. Check some items off my to-do list.” Sam slipped her jacket on. “I’ve been meaning to get my car detailed for months now. And Nisha wants to show me her wedding dress. I’ll drop by hers afterward.”
Bianca rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”
Sam searched her pockets casually, as if she hadn’t spent the last ten minutes spanking her girlfriend who was tied up naked on the bed a few feet away. “Do you remember where I left my keys?”
“You’re not serious. C’mon, Sam!”
“That’s right, they’re on the hall table.” Sam brushed some lint from the shoulder of her jacket and straightened it out. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”
“Okay, okay! I get the message. I’m sorry, all right?”
Sam crossed her arms. “That is the worst apology I’ve ever heard.”
Bianca whimpered. “I mean it! I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll be good from now on, I promise.”
“I think we both know that’s a lie.”
“I’ll be good for the rest of the day?” Bianca offered.
“More believable, but I’m still not convinced. Luckily for you,” Sam said, shrugging her jacket from her shoulders, “the first item on my to-do list just happens to be you.”
Bianca watched with anticipation as Sam tossed her jacket over the chair again. But she didn’t stop there. She stripped off her shirt and slipped out of her jeans, adding them to the pile.
Bianca was so distracted by her girlfriend’s body that it took her far too long to notice that Sam had a little something extra in her boxers. “That’s some serious heat you’re packing. I’m guessing that’s not your taser?”
Sam returned to the bed and climbed onto it. “Like I told you, I like to be prepared. And you’re on my to-do list.”
Bianca bit her lip. “Then what are you waiting for? Although, this might be easier if you untie me.”
“I don’t think so.” She grabbed onto Bianca’s tender ass cheeks. “Having you tied up like this makes it easier to admire my handiwork while I fuck you. Your ass is glowing red right now.”
She gave it another slap. Bianca squealed, pulling at her bonds reflexively. But with her wrists bound to her ankles, she only ended up pulling her legs further apart, giving Sam a clear view of what was between them.
Fortunately for Bianca, Sam took that as an invitation. She spread Bianca’s ankles even wider before positioning herself between Bianca’s parted legs, a testing finger probing at her entrance.