“Yes. And then when he came back, he helped me get my things and sent me home in a taxi.”
“Wow. Sounds like a real knight in shining armor.” Her voice sounds off, as if she’s angry that the guard was kind to me. “Are you going to go back and see him?”
“Ah, I don’t know. I mean, I feel like I should find some way to thank him,” I tell her, meaning not just for keeping me safe but for the much-needed orgasms.
“There is one thing every man wants and would never refuse…”
“What’s that?”
“A woman on her knees.”
“Oh. Right.”
I’ve given my fair share of oral sex in college and occasionally with Bryan when he tries to refuse a round of office sex. It never fails to make him cave. But with a stranger, that demanding stranger who pushed me against a wall, spanked me for not following his orders, and then fingered me in front of a room full of people before saving my life?
Okay, yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind showing him my appreciation in such a way or seeing his dick that felt enormous and having a little taste. After all, he might’ve been right about us being perfect for each other. In exchange for showing him my thanks, maybe he’ll agree to restrain me the way I’ve always wanted so I’m completely at his mercy. Being in charge all day every day is a lot to handle. It’d be nice to have a few minutes to surrender my tightly held control to someone else. And while I may not know the guard, who can I trust more than a man who risked his life to save mine?
“Okay, I’ll go back tonight and see if he’s working.”
“Oh, he will be,” Natalie replies with what sounds like a disappointed sigh. “I can almost bet he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Do you want me to go with you?”
“Ah, yeah, sure. If you don’t mind?”
“Meet you there at nine?”
“Perfect.”
I don’t tell Natalie I barely slept last night, worried about someone else coming after me.
There’s no safer place I can think of without alerting the media than with the massive, muscular guard. Which is exactly where I plan to be tonight.
8
Kirsten
As soon as Natalie and I walk into the underground club, masks securely in place, I search for him and find him looking bored, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Tonight, he wears a plain black tee and pants with his silver gladiator mask. Seeing me in the line, he lowers his arms and takes a step forward.
But I still have to get to the check-in desk, which takes several minutes.
“He certainly looks happy to see you,” Natalie remarks from behind.
“You think so?”
“Yes. Just…be careful with him.”
Hearing her cautious tone, I look over my shoulder at her. “You don’t think I should go in a private room with him?”
“Oh. No. I mean, yes, definitely. Just, be careful and have fun. After what happened last night, you deserve some pleasure.”
“About that…could you please not tell anyone someone shot at me?”
“Nothing that happens this weekend will ever leave my lips,” she promises with a glance at the guard. “I’m great at following orders.”
“Next,” the man at the desk says, and it’s my turn.
Moments later, my phone, purse, and coat are turned in, and I approach the masked man who made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“You’re back,” my guard says with what sounds like relief as he grabs my waist and backs me up to the wall in the front check-in room. His touch is a little rough and possessive but comforting all at the same time.
