Page 11 of The Brat and the Bodyguard

I stare right back at her, engaging in a war of the wills.

“I assure you, your brother wants me to do my job. If he finds out that you almost drowned this morning, he’ll authorize handcuffs. Meaning that you and I will be handcuffed together, sweetheart. Yes, every time you use the facilities, I’ll be there. Every time you want to call one of your friends, I’ll be right next to you, listening to the conversation. Every time you want to fuck your douchey boyfriend, I’ll be in the bed next to you, watching as your asshole is fucked to within an inch of its life!” I storm.

“You are so gross, you know that?” Ainsley hisses, her face now a fiery tomato red. “Who says I like ass fucking anyways? You’re such a brute.”

“I don’t care what you like and dislike in bed,” I his from between gritted teeth. “What I care about is that you stay alive without drowning in a fucking pond, and that you don’t get hypothermia because you’re a fucking icicle!”

Of course, the bathroom’s now steamy and humid from the hot water, and Ainsley’s obviously warming up. She’s out of danger physically, but the sassy brat has gotten so far under my skin that I can’t leave it. I won’t. I’m staying in here and watching her get naked whether she likes it or not.

We stare at each other again, both of us hostile and angry. Yet there’s an undercurrent of attraction, and I know she feels it too. It’s in the quivering of those big breasts, and the way her small tongue flicks out to lick over her lips. It’s the way sparks shoot from her eyes, and the vibrating tension of the room.

“Get in,” I growl, my blue eyes fierce. “Or else I’m doing it for you.”

The sassy brat literally sticks her tongue out me like we’re at a playground. I watch, mesmerized, as her glistening pink tongue pokes out from between her lips, and god forbid, but I want to feel those lips surrounding my hard cock. I want that tongue to lick along my dick veins, before she swallows the snake whole. I want Ainsley on her knees, her cheeks bulging and eyes staring up at me with adoration as she sucks my cock like a whore.

That does it. I lose all control, and in a second, I’m on the petite redhead. I yank the t-shirt over her head, revealing a tiny demi-bra that barely holds in her big tits.

“Hey!” she screeches, trying to cover her breasts with her hands. “What are you doing? This is illegal! You can’t—”

But we’re past the point of no return. I tear the bra from her curves, revealing those huge Double D orbs, and my heart stops because she’sgorgeous. Her tits are giant sacks of cream, heavy and full, tipped with succulent red cherries. I want to drop to my knees before suckling them in my mouth, coating them with saliva before fucking my cock between their soft bellies.

But Ainsley’s fighting me now.

“Oh my god, you brute!” she screams, trying to push me away. Unfortunately, I’m double her size, and her frantic movements have no effect. I’m as solid as a wall of granite, and her tiny hands literally bounce off my chest and arms as she tries to free herself.

But I’m a man on a mission, and I ignore her because her sweatpants are next on the list. Within seconds, I’ve stripped the soaked pink material from her thighs, revealing those thick curves, and then her panties come into view. Impatient, I grip the lace in one big fist and literally tear it apart, revealing her plush pink cunt.

Oh fuck. My heart judders to a stop as I take in her swollen femininity. There’s a tiny bit of golden hair positioned above puffy pink lips, wet and glistening. Her clit is a bud poking out from between those lips, and my fingers itch as I try to restrain myself. I want to hold her open, pulling her labia apart before gazing deep into the glistening pinkness. I want to tongue her clit, gently coaxing it out of its hood while making Ainsley moan and writhe with pleasure. Then, I want to delve deeper and fuck her little hole with my tongue until my face is covered with her juices. Even worse, I want to fuck my cock in there. She’d be so tight and resistant at first, but I know she’d loosen up and soon moan my name, crying out with ecstasy.

The fantasy is so vivid that I lose myself for a moment.

“Are you alright?” Ainsley asks me, cocking her head while trembling breathlessly before me. “Earth to Karl, Earth to Karl. Is the heat getting to you?”

I shake my head because the tables have been turned so quickly. One moment, I was a caveman intent on plunging the tiny woman into a hot bath, but now said tiny woman’s got my balls in her soft hands. Ainsley’s nude, creamy, and all female before me, and my cock jerks heavily in my pants, squirting as a tell-tale patch of pre-come forms on my sweatpants. Oh shit, I went commando this morning the moment I realized Ainsley was on the run, and the soft grey material darkens into blackness from the sperm soak it’s getting.

Ainsley sees it too because my snake is massive and there’s no way to hide what just happened. The tiny redhead stares at the wet patch for a moment, eyes wide. Then her gaze comes up to meet mine, before darting down again, her pink tongue flicking out to rub against her lower lip.

“Karl,” she says in a wobbly voice. “Is that—?”

“Get in the water,” I hiss, turning my back to her to shield her from the view of my stiff snake. Holy fuck, how did this happen? One moment, I was an alpha male in control and now, I’m the one on my knees, helpless at my physical reaction to her.

Stomping to the vanity at the edge of the bathroom, I pull out a stool and seat myself on it before glaring at her.

“Clean yourself,” I say in a harsh tone.

This time, Ainsley obeys. She lifts one smooth leg and levers it over the tub’s rim before stepping into the hot water. Then, she bends over, lifting her other leg as well, and I groan silently. This is fucking pornographic, and the redhead should be thrown in jail because I just caught a glimpse of that puffy pink pussy, glistening and wet. Not only that but her big breasts dangle invitingly, begging me to suck on the tips before fucking my cock between their soft bellies.

Ainsley knows of the effect she’s having on me too. She gently slides into the water, taking a seated position, before casting another glance at me.

“Are you comfortable on that stool?” she asks with the hint of a laugh in her lilting voice. “You look like you’re going to break it.”

I know how comical I appear. I’m a six five, two hundred and fifty pound caveman positioned on a tiny wicker thing that wiggles beneath my ass, already on the verge of giving out. But I merely glower at her.

“Start with your hair. Get that clean, and then soap up,” I bite out.

Ainsley shoots me a saucy look.

“Are you going to instruct me every step of the way?”

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