NICOLE
My face morphed into shock. I was running. I was fucking running from a man who was two times my size and probably faster.
They probably ran miles and miles during training in the army and to him I must have been a measly insect trying to think I could outrun him. The shock got eaten by the fear and that`s what it took for me to assure myself that I could do this.
I was no Hollywood stuntman or woman for that matter, but I could jump over the small gate. I was small and light weighed all I had to do was keep up the pace.
Arms pumping, the balls of my bare feet keeping me balanced, adrenaline pumping me through me like a fix, I ran. But the constant awareness that he was right behind me gnawed on me like a hopper on sweet grass. Panic surged through me; I could hear his heavy padded feet slam the grass without mercy.
Trying to up my confidence I glanced over my shoulder and instead of seeing him behind him, the fucker ran next to me.
Eyes up ahead, his breathing smooth, his muscles not looking like they were tired like mine, the fucker didn`t even break a sweat.
Then staring at me, his guttural voice sounded like a growl,
“I warned you”
The adrenaline that had gotten me so far collapsed and I stumbled forward like a staggering Jack Sparrow on good ol`ale.
Except instead of my face mopping the grass, ropey muscular veins circled my waist and the air in my lungs nearly collapsed.
“You are a tool. You fucking know that?”
My throat burning, my muscles weary, my heart hammering against my labored lungs, I tried to punch the wall of muscle in front of me and it did nothing. Before I could protest, he picked me up as if I was nothing hurling me against his shoulder.
“Let go of me!” I slapped his hard back his heavy scent of musk and spice intoxicating my senses. Involuntarily, my eyes landed on his ass. That perfect muscled ass that made me delirious.
As if he could read minds, he asked,
“How`s the view?”
“Asshole”
“I’ll show you who`s the asshole once I spank that little ass”
My breathing hitched and I shivered. The good kind of shivers that made my fanny tingle. The good kind of shivers that had a huge lump stuck in my throat. Walking inside the house, he placed me right in front of the couch, his heavy gaze locked on me and I felt insignificantly small.
“You think that look will scare me? Wait until my daddy hears about this”, I whined like the brat everyone knew I was.
Hands crossed over his chest; he raised one of his brows like he didn`t give a shit but I wanted him to give a shit. I wanted him to take me. To spank me. To do to me everything he wanted when he warned me not to run.
I wanted those callous hands on me and at the moment, I was being the one thing I despised.
Being needy.
Being a brat who craved attention because daddy dearest didn`t give a fuck whether I lived or died.
“Hears of how bratty you`ve been? By all means, take my phone. Call him”, he challenged pushing his burner phone towards me and I felt like weeping.
I didn`t even know my dad`s number because he changed it faster than he did his socks.
“You are such a bastard. I`ll get out of here. Mark my words I’ll leave this hell”
‘It`s Cannon”
“Who gives a shit what your name is?”
Who even called their kid Cannon? It was a shitty name to start with.
“I do. Call me bastard one more time and you won`t like it”
It was a warning more than a statement. It was a dare. A dare I willingly took just for fucking attention.
“Asshole. Bastard, I can call you whatever I want because my daddy pays you!”
I gasped the minute he suddenly spun me around and pressed me against the arm of the couch.
SMACK.
With a sharp smack, his hand landed flat against my ass through the baggy jeans I had on right to my burning aching core.
“You can`t just spank me”, I grunted surprised that I still had my voice, “I’m your client not one of your- “
SMACK.
Another slap on the ass sounded in his living room and I moaned mercilessly. I felt his bulge hard as stone pressing on my ass and my heart pounded hard against my rib cage.
Lying on top of me, his voice fanned my ear.
“I’ll do what I fucking want with you because you are in my care and in my house. And little brats get punished when they don`t follow the house rules”
Then he pulled away from me.
No. no.
I didn`t want to not feel him against my body, whispering things that made me squirm in heavy desire. I wanted him to spank me. Hard. Harder.
With shaky breaths, I made an attempt to get up when I felt his hand at the line of my back holding me in place. Before I could protest, his hands tugged at the big jeans on my waist and they fell to a heaping mess on the floor.
My ass in the air and under his scrutiny, I felt a cold breeze slap me making me shudder.
“Fuck!”
He groaned and I could have come right there and then or maybe I had already started. His heavy voice alone was enough to make me come harder than I ever had in my entire life.
His hand grabbed one of my butt cheeks stroking and squeezing it, before he moved to the other. By now, my voice was lost in my throat, my pussy clamping together and needy for a fill of him. With one light pat, he pulled his hand away from my butt cheeks only to smack me hard.
The pain that lingered on my soft skin burnt but it was replaced with something else. Something I never thought I could feel.
Passion. Lust. Sin. All the bad things my Nana had told me were sinful.
He spanked again and I let out a high mewling squeal together with a moan. I couldn`t believe this was me. Bent over in some remote place. Pushing my ass out for a man who wasn`t just my bodyguard but a man I met yesterday.
I was stupid.
I was shameless.
But I felt good. I felt good like I hadn`t felt with any Molly or Xanax.
“You like being a fucking brat don`t you?” he asked and I nodded.
“I’ll need words, princess”
I panted trying to form sensible words as his hand caressed the curve of my ass soothing where he had just spanked.
“Y-yes”
“You fucking like this, huh? Annoying me? Talking back to rile me up?”
“Y-Yes”
I would say yes to this man any day if that meant having him do what no man had done on me.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Cannon”
“What do you want Nicole?”
His chest on my back, his breath on my ear, his cock struggling to get free from his shorts, I said what I had been dying to do since I saw him.
“I want you to fuck me”
Like I had a pulled a trigger, his scent faded and he moved away from me. Disappointment washed over me and I felt like a wanton whore begging to be fucked by someone who didn`t consider me a woman but a spoilt brat.
“Go upstairs, Nicole. I`ll make breakfast”
And he disappeared into the kitchen leaving me nothing but frustrated, horny and buck ass naked.
I had to leave this place. Cannon wasn`t like the other bodyguards I had in the past. He was far more dangerous because I liked him and I sure as hell wanted him to take me and treat me as a God damn woman!