The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)
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				Title: <strong>The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 00:43:10</strong>
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				She could hear a few of them screaming her name.&nbsp; "Crystal!&nbsp; Crystal!"&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd conditioned herself, of course, to look, smile, wave.&nbsp; Even though it wasn't really her name.&nbsp; Her manager had chosen it as he'd drunk a huge slurp of whiskey out of an expensive glass.&nbsp; Sounded "clean", he'd said.&nbsp; Clear and vibrant.&nbsp; Like her voice.&nbsp; Like she would be to the world.<br><br>She nodded to the stage manager, who kicked off another blinding display of strobes and spots, both grabbing the attention of a keyed-up audience and covering her retreat.&nbsp; She was breathing hard, high off the energy from the crowd, from the adrenaline rush of performing, of dancing, of being the focus of thousands of eyes.&nbsp; It was better than any drug.&nbsp; Almost as good as sex.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>She reached up to push back some annoying hair that had stuck to her face as she'd tossed her hair about during the encore.&nbsp; It was currently blonde, long and softly curling.&nbsp; It fit with her image: sweet, positive, role-model to teens and young women.&nbsp; She pulled off a glove with her teeth as she walked down the narrow passage that led from the stage.<br><br>&nbsp;She wanted to peel off the small microphone affixed to her head, but she knew better than to damage it.&nbsp; It would be another hour of makeup removal and tech people, a meet-and-greet in her dressing room and the dissecting of tonight's show with the band and dancers before she'd get to change and go home.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, "home" was a relative word.&nbsp; She hadn't been to her apartment in months.&nbsp; At least tonight it was a luxury hotel suite and not a tour bus or an airplane.&nbsp; And she intended to enjoy every minute of it.&nbsp; Whirlpool, massive bed, thick carpet, sleeping until noon with soft, expensive bedding around her.&nbsp; Tomorrow, the actor she was supposedly dating would be flying to their next stop to join her for dinner and a photo opportunity.&nbsp; But he wouldn't be sharing her bed, hotel or no.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was gay, and she wasn't interested.&nbsp; They shared a manager, and they looked beautiful together in the tabloids.&nbsp; What she wanted was&nbsp; a lot more complicated than that.&nbsp; What she wanted...<br><br>She didn't get a chance to finish the thought as an arm snaked around her throat and a hand clamped over her mouth before a scream even had the chance to start.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was stronger than her feminine build might suggest, though, and she managed to bring her elbow back into the man's gut as he started to drag her off.&nbsp; He was surprised into dropping his hand from her mouth just long enough for her to get out a shrill scream...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 06:28:55</strong>
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				Dane Callahan was 6 feet, and 200-somethings lbs of ex-Marine, having served two tours he had been honorably discharged and had moved, like many others before him, into private security, starting on the little jobs and working his way up from there...&nbsp; He had worked hard to keep himself fit, had kept his medium brown hair cut short though no longer in the Marine Corps crop, and though his ice blue eyes and good looks, not to mention physique, had turned many heads over the years Dane knew only one thing for sure......<br><br>Dane Callahan was getting too old for this, he mused constantly to himself, not necessarily for the job as he was still as sharp as ever and he had increased his skills tenfold over the years, including organizational and leadership skills as he was normally in charge of many others, but the primary task of protecting the star themselves he had always reserved for himself, and again not that he was too old for the <em>job</em>, but compared to those he protected he felt positively ancient...&nbsp; It was not through some self serving impulse that he reserved the protection detail of the main star for himself, though he noticed them and learned their habits and their idiosyncrasies so that he almost knew them better than a spouse would know a partner, all of this was to protect them better and though he employed many trustworthy people, when it came down to it everyone had their price, except him...<br><br>He had been working as a bodyguard for the rich and famous for 10 years now, and had gained a reputation as the best, he had also gained the reputation as the most honest for once he accepted the detail of protection he could not, and would not be swayed...&nbsp; Others might have their price, but he could not be bought once he had accepted the job, for this he was the best man in the business, and the most sought after...&nbsp; He could employ many trustworthy men and women, but when it came down to the life or death protection of the client, he could only rely on himself as the final barrier to be crossed...<br><br>But again he felt old, compared to the beautiful young girl he was protecting, ancient, but he did his job...&nbsp; He had gone over the protection detail many times and he knew the weakest link was the walk to the SUV, he had gone over the details again and again, had put his best people in position, and then as a final act he had warned the girl to wait for him if he wasn't there, after all he could try and time things as close as possible, ad he could hope that no one on staff had been swayed by money or possible fame, but it was not an exact science and encores can turn into additional songs, can turn into more encores depending on the energy level of the crowd, as it had been tonight...<br><br>He had been waiting for the ending but it had been delayed because it was a good crowd, a great crowd, so as a few minutes elapsed he had been called away and had been dealing with an issue on the perimeter when the show finally wound up, he had immediately radioed ahead but his nearest man had been drawn by another disturbance...&nbsp; Too many coincidences, and so he had hoped she would do as he asked, and wait for him if he wasn't there, but she hadn't, which is as it should be he supposed, <em>she</em> was the star, not him....<br><br>He was hot on her heals though just out of sight when he heard the scream, and he knew the disturbances had been diversions, he spoke the code and location into the radio for instant response and received acknowledgments as his team started to converge, which is when he rounded the corner and saw them...&nbsp; He was feet away and the assailant had his back to him, the girl was fighting and that was all he needed, the distracted attacker.<br><br>In two long strides he was behind the man and his arm was around the man's throat and tightening, his other hand immediately grabbed his wrist and applied painful pressure, in two quick motions the attacker went from struggling to hold the girl, to releasing her and struggling to escape Dane's grip.&nbsp; "Told you to wait for me..." he said softly to the girl as the man struggled harder for a moment before going limp, not dead just unconscious and now easily contained...&nbsp; Footsteps resounded down the walkway and a moment later several team members were there and taking over holding and cuffing the man leaving Dane free, another team member was hurrying to the SUV and opening it ready for their quick getaway and Dane took hold of 'Crystal's elbow and steered her into the SUV, no force just intent, it was time to leave, a brief word with Jake his trusted second and he knew the assailant would be dealt with discreetly, and a moment later the SUV was speeding away...<br><br>Seated in the vehicle next to her he nodded when the driver confirmed the order to take her home, and then he turned to her, concern flashing in his ice blue eyes, "You okay?" he asked in the same soft tone he had spoken to her with before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 07:33:51</strong>
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				It seemed like no more than the span of a heartbeat.&nbsp; One second, she'd been trying to shake off the strong hands that had gripped her, the next she was sitting in the SUV, its dark-tinted windows blocking out the world.&nbsp; It had been Dane.&nbsp; And, she now recalled as her own heartbeat began to slow down to something approaching normal, he'd had the nerve to chastise her for not waiting.&nbsp; Still, he was here, had saved her, was asking her in a soft voice if she was alright.<br><br>She nodded, feeling the slight movement of the SUV pulling away.&nbsp; The driver was well-trained.&nbsp; They all were, her handlers, her guards.&nbsp; She hated needing them, but this whole mess tonight just proved why she did.&nbsp; The guy was probably some harmless lunatic who thought that if he could just get her alone, she'd be his girlfriend.&nbsp; Who knew? <br><br>Her attention turned back to Dane as she shifted her body in the seat so she was facing him.&nbsp; His eyes were so damned blue.&nbsp; It had been one of the first things she'd noticed about him.&nbsp; Well, if she was honest, his body had been the <em>very</em> first thing--gorgeous muscles, strong arms and thighs, an amazingly firm backside.&nbsp; But his eyes were what she thought of when she imagined the things she'd do if she could ever get him naked and alone.<br><br>She shook her head.&nbsp; She'd been trying to flirt with him for, god, it seemed like since the first week he'd started guarding her.&nbsp; He never acknowledged it, hardly ever spoke to her for that matter.&nbsp; It was a source of deep frustration.&nbsp; In her somewhat brief rise to fame, she'd grown used to having men fall at her feet.&nbsp; She didn't want them.&nbsp; She wanted the quiet strength of the man sitting next to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to harness it, to possess it, to play with fire.&nbsp; Her fans wouldn't believe the fantasies she had, or what was really going on in her head.&nbsp; Miss Wholesome, Miss Role-Model wanted so badly to dig her fingernails into the muscled flesh of the man sitting next to her, to watch his strong body strain against the knots she'd tied him up in, to hear his voice begging her for mercy.&nbsp; She supposed he wasn't the type.&nbsp; <br><br>That didn't stop her from shifting just right as she turned to face forward and settle back into the seat, crossing her toned legs in a manner calculated to give him the best possible view.&nbsp; In no way did it keep her from dropping her head back onto the seat back in a staged show of fatigue in order to highlight the swell of her breasts above the low neckline of her rather slight stage outfit.<br><br>She finally spoke into the silence, her eyes closed, her voice purposely low and with a sultry edge.&nbsp; "I really owe you one.&nbsp; What can I do to say a proper thank you?" &nbsp;The suggestion was there, as it always was.&nbsp; No doubt he'd ignore it, as he always did.&nbsp; She kept her eyes closed and counted the bumps in the road as the SUV sped toward the hotel.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 05:56:48</strong>
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				His eyes locked with hers, he noticed her more than she realized, and he'd been pleasantly surprised when she had started flirting with him considering the differences in their ages, but it was his rules and code of conduct that prevented anything from going further, get close to the one you're guarding and you lose perspective and get over-protective, some might think that kind of feeling was good but it wasn't, it meant you weren't looking at the wider picture, which meant you made mistakes...&nbsp; Keeping her gaze rather than letting his eyes wander like so many others would have done both in her employ and not, he smiled slightly...<br><br>"What can you do?" he asked, the soft manner was something he'd always had, when needed he could be like a true demon the Marine Corps had seen to that, but mostly he had always had a softly spoken manner which to some seemed more threatening than if he'd had a booming voice, "You can listen to me, and wait for me next time..." he said chiding her softly, though the smile warmed at his words so that it wasn't a true reprimand...<br><br>He paused for a moment as some chatter came over his ear piece, and then he spoke briefly rallying his team to validate that it was an isolated attack and everything else was coincidence, because he knew if they weren't coincidences that drew him and his second away it could be more serious...&nbsp; But he knew his team would investigate it thoroughly, so after another moment he turned the two-way radio down and leaned back in the seat opposite from her...&nbsp; It had been a close call tonight, though not as close as the time he had stopped the bullet for her, thankfully the kevlar vest he always wore took the brunt of it but the bullet had fragmented and a few pieces had almost caused problems...<br><br>He remembered that incident vividly, though he had healed completely now thanks to her generosity, she had made sure he was well taken care of, not to mention visited him whenever she could, sometimes officially, sometimes incognito, it had meant a lot to him, <em>she</em> meant a lot to him, but he was her bodyguard, he had to stay focused...&nbsp; It took him a moment to realize he had been gazing at her, and his gaze had wandered here and there, thankfully she had closed her eyes again, she hadn't seen it, or so he thought...<br><br>He shook his head slightly and reached up to rub his eyes briefly, it had been a long show, and an even longer night, and it wasn't over yet...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 01:14:30</strong>
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				She stretched, arms raising over her head, eyes still closed.&nbsp; She hoped he was watching her.&nbsp; Although, obviously, the man wasn't interested.&nbsp; If he had been, he'd have responded to the thousand hints she'd given or the countless flirtations she'd sent his way.&nbsp; That didn't mean the images in her mind were any less vivid.<br><br>It wasn't like she could just meet someone in a bar or at a party.&nbsp; She never went anywhere alone. She was doomed to date the men her manager picked, men chosen to further her fame or bolster her image.&nbsp; Boring men.&nbsp; Men who wouldn't necessarily appreciate the...darker paths her mind traveled.&nbsp; She couldn't trust that a stranger wouldn't kiss and tell--the tabloids, the entertainment networks.&nbsp; That was the last thing she needed.<br><br>And here was this man she trusted with her life, this man who got her so fired up without even trying.&nbsp; Here was a man crackling with raw power that she was dying to tame, and...<br><br>She knew they'd arrived at the hotel even though her eyes were still closed.&nbsp; The car slowed, and she could sense Dane's body tensing next to hers.&nbsp; He seemed able to move from total relaxation to high alert in an instant.&nbsp; Although she wondered if he ever truly relaxed.<br><br>"You going ahead of me?" &nbsp;She hoped so.&nbsp; She loved watching his ass as he moved.&nbsp; Crazed fans could probably drag her off without a problem if she was walking behind him; she'd never even notice.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 06:35:35</strong>
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				When his hand dropped from rubbing his eyes she was stretching, arms over her head, a perfect vision of womanly beauty and for a moment, just a moment, all of the flirtations, advances and offers she had made over the time he had been her personal bodyguard cascaded through his mind, and he could not stop himself from wondering......&nbsp; It took everything he had to pull himself together once more, and he glanced away, unsure whether she had seen him looking through partly closed eyes, or not, swallowing slightly to moisten a suddenly dry throat, to remind himself who he was and why he was here...<br><br>A glimpse out the window told him they were close, and the driver was taking the alternate route as planned after circumstances like tonight's attack, in fact the vehicle they were in wasn't even her usual vehicle, the moment the attack had been neutralized his second had, as planned, sent her usual limo on ahead, with one of the backup dancers inside as a decoy.&nbsp; <em>That</em> vehicle was going to pull up outside the front where all the media were bound to be, where she would normally bask in the glow of the attention, decoy everyone for as long as possible so that <em>this</em> vehicle could pull into the underground parking garage and they could ride the elevator right up to her penthouse suite...<br><br>He had automatically tensed ready for action as the vehicle slipped around back into the garage, pulling close to the elevator bank where several of his trusted elite were waiting to ensure there were no problems, Dane was moving before the vehicle had fully come to a stop, opening the door as she spoke, and then once stopped he smiled at her question and nodded, "Follow close, keep your eyes focused on me, do not look to either side..." he said and, with a hand held out behind him as he started to climb out of the SUV, he walked her towards the elevators...<br><br>His team fell into step, surrounding the pair as he led her by the hand, urging her to keep pace with him, his own gaze travelling left and right, scanning, but it didn't seem necessary, the decoy had worked as planned, and a moment later they were in the elevator, just the two of them, speeding upwards.&nbsp; His team had already cleared the apartment, again, and he had little more to do than step out with her into the foyer of the suite...&nbsp; Any further meetings were being discussed as possibly being held until morning, because of the incident, and he had petitioned for that though the Manager had tried to push back, the final outcome was still in the air, guess they'd find out when they got there...<br><br>He was still tense, though less so, the elevator had been summoned with the penthouse key so it would not stop on the way, and with his team's clearance they were home free for the night, he glanced at her, eyes locking with hers, feeling more of himself again, "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, a soft smile, and an almost concerned look on his face...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:27:24</strong>
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				"Follow close, keep your eyes focused on me, do not look to either side..." &nbsp; She laughed, just a soft chuckle. "That's not gonna be a problem." &nbsp;Her eyes were fixed on his tight rump, and they weren't going anywhere.&nbsp; She smiled, following him into the elevator, admiring the way he moved: sleek, like a big jungle cat.&nbsp; As soon as the door shut, she felt herself relaxing.&nbsp; She hadn't realized she was tense.<br><br>She let out a long breath and an exhilarated laugh, the kind that follows the comedown from an adrenaline rush.&nbsp; He was looking at her, his ice-blue eyes meeting hers.&nbsp; "How are you feeling?" he asked, and she realized she wasn't sure.&nbsp; "A little keyed up?" &nbsp;Her blood was racing, like the feeling she usually had after a concert, after all the exertion of dancing and singing for such a long time, after the attention of hundreds of screaming fans.&nbsp; Except this wasn't the same pleasant rush.<br><br>The elevator opened, and she stepped into the deserted suite, her heels clicking on the tile of the foyer for the several steps it took to reach the thick carpet of the living room area.&nbsp; She turned back to face Dane.&nbsp; "Stay with me a little while?"&nbsp; She was still wearing her stage costume, still even wearing the wireless microphone.&nbsp; "I need to change out of this crap.&nbsp; I'd feel better if I knew you were out here."<br><br>She headed into the bedroom, not giving him a chance to argue.&nbsp; It didn't take long to wiggle out of the costume and into a pair of jade-colored silk pajama shorts and a matching camisole.&nbsp; She would have loved to be more obvious, to go full-out with the lingerie, but she hadn't exactly packed for seduction.&nbsp; This outfit didn't slouch in showing off her curves, though.&nbsp; Her rounded breasts pressed against the silk fabric of the top, the outline of her nipples clear.&nbsp; The high cut of the bottoms showed off the shape of her thigh, the curve of her hip.&nbsp; She threw on a short silk robe but didn't bother closing it.&nbsp; If he was going to keep avoiding her flirtations, he could damn well see what he was turning down.<br><br>And if he continued to torment and tease her with his soft voice and his hard body and his gorgeous eyes, then she was going to have to figure out how to deal with that.&nbsp; A few ideas along that vein drifted through her mind.&nbsp; She headed back for the living room, free of the microphone and with her stage makeup scrubbed off.&nbsp; Her soft clear skin and rich brown eyes truly didn't need much in the way of makeup, and the lack of it made her appear younger, and quite different from her public persona. She headed for the small bar.&nbsp; "I need a drink.&nbsp; How about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 16:08:12</strong>
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				When the elevator opened he stepped out ahead of her out of precaution though he was not expecting issues as the suite had already been cleared by his men, however, he was paid to be careful, and when he was sure it was clear he slowed his steps and paused in the foyer, letting her step past him...&nbsp; For just a moment his gaze followed the clicking of the heels which emphasized her long legs, but he shook it off, he was tired and he realized he was slipping...<br><br>He lifted his gaze the moment she turned back to him, hoping she had not seen his gaze wandering, it wasn't that he was not interested in her she was, after all, beautiful and he was a man, it was that he was trying to be professional, and he had seen issues where people had been hurt because the personal bodyguard allowed a closer relationship between them, and he could not allow that, he had already thrown himself in front of a bullet for her and was not about to allow harm to come to her...&nbsp; If that meant he had to keep a professional distance.........<br><br>When she asked him to stay a while he nodded, it was a good idea to make sure she was okay, and make sure that no one else tried anything that night, he was in a room next to the elevator on the floor below anyway, but he agreed it made sense, "Not a problem, I'll be right here..." he said in that soft tone, giving her a reassuring smile though his words were mainly called after her as she had already turned and was heading for the bedroom.&nbsp; He stretched a little, working out some of the kinks he'd picked up during the day, and then slipped the expensive jacket that her manager insisted he wear to look more professional from his shoulders.<br><br>He opened the top button of the plain white shirt revealing the top of the kevlar vest he wore beneath and tilted his head, working out a kink in his neck, on top of the shirt was the shoulder harness he always wore holding the large caliber automatic pistol he carried "just in case", he was an excellent shot but had so far only ever had to pull it twice...&nbsp; If you were good at what you did, you rarely needed to draw a gun, and Dane was very good at what he did...<br><br>He took another walk around the suite, assuring himself everything was as it should be, and then, slowly, sat on one of the plush couches in the living room, a hand reached and rubbed his eyes again, and then she appeared...&nbsp; He stood automatically as she entered, not professional to be seen sitting, and his gaze wandered for a heartbeat before he was able to control it which he hoped she had not seen, forcing himself to focus on her face again.&nbsp; She <em>was</em> beautiful, more so when not painted and dressed as her show biz persona, he didn't often get to see her without the 'Crystal' front on as he usually dropped her at the foyer with her manager and assistants, and everyone else when they returned, but he always enjoyed seeing her as she truly was though he fought to not show it...&nbsp; In the times she wasn't all-out in her 'Crystal' persona, there were other 'fronts' she wore, all tied to 'Crystal' just in various states, but none of them were truly 'her'...<br><br>He smiled as she asked him what he wanted to drink, she knew he didn't drink alcohol and yet it was like a game, not that he couldn't drink he made a choice not to drink alcohol, as it slowed the reflexes down, instead he responded as he always did, "Just a soda, or water...&nbsp; You know I don't drink..." he said letting the smile become more playful as he watched her, wondering if he would be able to refuse her anything if she pressed the point...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:14:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Just a soda, or water...&nbsp; You know I don't drink..."</strong><br><br>She poured a glass full of apple juice and took a long sip. <strong> "I thought you might make an exception.&nbsp; Today's been quite a day." &nbsp;</strong>She handed him a cold bottle of water, drops of condensation still forming on the outside.&nbsp; Her handlers always had what she needed in any hotel room they wound up in, in every dressing room at every venue.&nbsp; Everyone always had everything taken care of.&nbsp; <em>She</em> was always taken care of.<br><br>She sat down in an overstuffed chair, crossing her long legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a bit on the tall side, and her legs were the well-shaped legs of a dancer.&nbsp; She worked hard on these tours, and it showed in her toned arms and legs, her graceful neck, her slender waist, the smooth, pale skin of which was sporadically visible between her camisole and shorts when she moved.&nbsp; She reached up to push her long, blonde hair back from her face.<br><br>She took another sip of her drink and sat quietly for some time, looking down into the glass.&nbsp; There was a clock somewhere in the room, and its ticking seemed so loud.&nbsp; Finally, she looked up, her gaze locking with Dane's, her brown eyes dark and filled with resolve.&nbsp; <strong>"You know, you've teased me long enough.&nbsp; Lead me around long enough.&nbsp; Said no long enough.&nbsp; Get up, go into the bedroom, take off your clothes, stand against the wall and wait for me."</strong><br><br>Her voice was steady, if a bit husky, her tone firm.&nbsp; Her gaze didn't waver, and her expression dared him to argue with her.&nbsp; If he did, she'd only repeat the command again, in the same tone, with the same resolve.&nbsp; She was tired of waiting.&nbsp; She had so little control over almost every aspect of her life.&nbsp; But she was already throbbing in all the right places, just thinking about excercising a little control over Dane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:17:22</strong>
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				He took the bottle and smiled at her words, "But an exception disproves the rule..." he said in that soft tone, shrugging his shoulders slightly.&nbsp; He twisted the cap off and took a sip as he watched her sit down, his eyes flickering slightly, unconsciously as she crossed her legs, though he tipped the bottle a little higher to try and mask the look when he realized it.<br><br>She was beautiful, incredibly so, even more so as Amy rather than 'Crystal' and he was not immune to her charms even as much as he made out that he was...&nbsp; His personal code of conduct was a hard set of rules he'd stuck to for years, no matter how many times he had been flirted with, no matter who the client, and yet over his time with Amy he had been finding his resolve slipping as she had tirelessly flirted, hinted, teased and tempted him, both indirectly and directly since he had been working for her.<br><br>He had been flattered by her advances, but had worked to resist them as he had his rules...&nbsp; Time was taking it's toll on his resolve though...she <em>was</em> beautiful...&nbsp; He shook his head slightly to push the thoughts aside, to prevent his gaze from wandering where it should not and took another sip of water as she pushed some of her hair back from her face and took a sip of her drink.<br><br>He screwed the cap back on the bottle of water and tilted his head to look at her for a moment, she had gone quiet and was gazing into her glass, making him wonder briefly if she was still affected by the attack. He was about to ask when she looked up, her incredible eyes locking with his, seeing a look in them he had seen occasionally when she was determined to get what she wanted...<br><br>Her voice was steady and even toned, commanding even, which focused his attention immediately, her words, however, were of more effect and for a moment he was speechless, not least by the fact that somewhere deep inside the moment he processed them he could not think of anything he wanted more...&nbsp; He swallowed for a moment, gazing at her, "Amy.." he said softly using her real name, "You...know I can't...&nbsp; Shouldn't...&nbsp; I mean, what you're asking..." he shook his head slightly...<br><br>His resolve was slipping, he could feel it, and knew it the moment his gaze wandered just a little, which he immediately corrected but he knew she'd seen it, suddenly not knowing what to do, what to say...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 19:30:44</strong>
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				She stood, setting her glass down on the end table nearby.&nbsp; "I don't recall asking anything."&nbsp; Her voice was soft, no hint of anger in it, but the firm resolve was still there, and her eyes were still on his.&nbsp; "I recall <em>telling</em> you to get up and go into the bedroom."&nbsp; <br><br>She walked over to the door, where some of her luggage still sat.&nbsp; Finally, she looked away as she knelt gracefully down by one of the cases and clicked it open.&nbsp; It took her a minute to find what she wanted, and she snapped the case shut.&nbsp; When she stood,&nbsp; though, there was nothing in her hands.<br><br>"You think I haven't noticed your looks, out of the corner of your eye?&nbsp; The way you brush your arm against me while we're walking?"&nbsp; She wasn't willing to say he'd been purposely teasing her, but it amounted to the same thing.&nbsp; He'd been driving her crazy.&nbsp; And she was going to enjoy punishing him for it.&nbsp; Almost as much as he was going to enjoy being punished, if she did it right.&nbsp; <br><br>"The less you argue with me on this, the nicer I'm going to be inclined to be.&nbsp; And the more willing I'll be to let you enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Don't pretend you don't want this.&nbsp; And don't pretend the decision is yours.&nbsp; I've already made it for you, and you're only dragging it out." As he spoke, she walked toward him.<br><br>When she stood only inches from where he sat, she reached out her hand, brushing her soft fingers down his cheek.&nbsp; "Now get in the bedroom and get those clothes off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 11:55:08</strong>
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				He swallowed briefly as she talked, watched as she went over to the cases and knelt then returned, unable to keep his gaze from roaming over her as though her announcement of his secret, inner desires, released something inside him.&nbsp; He knew he shouldn't, even though it was mainly because of <em>his</em> rules that he had not allowed anything to happen, he knew others often had had relations with their 'clients', some went well, some not so, but most remained successful at what they did, and now what of him?<br><br>The brush of her fingertips on his cheek brought him immediately back to the present and his gaze locked with hers, seeing her own resolve even as his own slipped further away, he swallowed again, he started to speak, to try and deny her words, but her final words silenced him.&nbsp; He was confused, incredibly so, inner feelings he had kept restrained all this time were battling with his sense of honor, his code of conduct, and the fact that she was commanding him to do as she wished...&nbsp; As <em>he</em> wished?<br><br>He couldn't find words, couldn't even find his voice in that moment, but found himself nodding silently feeling her fingertips brush his cheek again as he moved, he was supposed to do what she asked...&nbsp; He slowly got to his feet, the bottle of water left by the side of the couch as he stood, standing around 6 feet tall he was not a small man.&nbsp; He glanced down, realizing he still had his shoulder rig on for his weapon and so took a moment to unclip the fastenings, slip the rig from his shoulders and place it gently on his jacket.<br><br>He had found his gaze averted from hers as he did this, some part of him hoping she reneged on the command, hoping it was just a prank, or mistake...&nbsp; And yet, a part of him hoping this was real...&nbsp; When no words came his gaze briefly found hers, found her waiting for him to do as she told him to, and his gaze dropped again as he moved towards the bedroom, hands moving to undo the buttons of his shirt, conflicting emotions and feelings warring within him.<br><br>He reached her bedroom, his breathing changing a little as excitement flooded through him, his hands trembled a moment as he undid the the last of this buttons of his shirt and he slipped it from his shoulders, draping it over a nearby chair.&nbsp; He took a second, standing there, almost waiting for her words to come, asking what he was doing, telling him it was a joke, but when nothing came again he unfastened the kevlar vest and that joined the shirt.<br><br>Naked from the waist up it was apparent it had not been an easy life, numerous old scars crisscrossed his body, speaking volumes to his life in the Corps and as a bodyguard, including the more recent scars, one of which was still a little pink from the new skin covering the bullet wound.&nbsp; He leaned down and quickly undid the boots, the style of which he had worn since the Marine Corps, and kicked them off, his hands moving then to undo his belt and pants, and a moment later he pushed them to the ground, stepping out of them and his socks.<br><br>Now completely naked he moved to the wall and, placing his hands upon it, stood looking a little like he was waiting for a pat down from a police stop, or some other inspection, his legs a little apart, palms on the wall to either side of him at shoulder height...&nbsp; His body was lightly tanned, well formed, muscled, but not overly so, not like some steroid popping freaks you see, his was hard toned muscle from years of care and exercise, and now it was apparent that the scarring covered his entire body...<br><br>He breathed harshly, almost panting, his excitement becoming obvious in other ways now that he was unfettered by clothing, and this added a slight blush to his cheeks and neck as a sudden feeling of embarrassment washed over him, now that his arousal was obvious...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 18:19:34</strong>
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				She waited in the living room.&nbsp; Waited as long as she could stand, fingers itching to touch his skin.&nbsp; But he was going to wait, damn it, like he'd made her wait.&nbsp; And he was going to suffer, like he'd made her suffer.&nbsp; She finished her drink and took the time to rinse out the glass in the small bar sink.&nbsp; She opened her small cosmetics case and found her large, flat hairbrush, then spent some time running it through her long hair.&nbsp; Finally she headed for the bedroom, smacking the flat back of the wooden brush hard against the palm of her hand once, testing it.<br><br>He was there, just like she'd asked.&nbsp; Palms braced against the wall, and every inch of him bare to her assessing gaze.&nbsp; It was a better sight than she'd even imagined: broad back, muscular thighs, tight ass.&nbsp; She could see as she approached from the side that he was already getting hard.&nbsp; Good, she hadn't misread him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good.&nbsp; At least this time, you did what you were supposed to."&nbsp; Her voice was steady, with just a hint of a chill.&nbsp; As beautiful a sight as he was presenting her now, he'd still denied it to her for far too long.&nbsp; He was going to have to learn that she wasn't to be denied.&nbsp; "There's still all this time that you've done exactly the opposite of what you were supposed to, all this time you've said no to me, ignored me."&nbsp; She ran one fingernail down his back, from the top of his spine just to the top of the fascinating cleft between his firm buttocks, leaving a thin white scratch that quickly disappeared.&nbsp; <br><br>"All these marks on your skin..."&nbsp; She leaned in, her mouth right next to his ear, her breath warm against it as her hair tickled his shoulder.&nbsp; His leaning position mostly eliminated the difference in their heights.&nbsp; "Maybe this isn't the first time you've had to be punished."&nbsp; The last word was like a caress in itself, her lips actually brushing his ear before she pulled back.<br><br>She dropped the silk scarves she'd carried in, the ones she'd pulled from her travel case earlier, letting them fall in a soft pile on the floor, tickling his ankles and feet.&nbsp; She collected them, often bought a new one in each town she toured.&nbsp; She'd wear them to hold back her hair, or around her waist, or her neck.&nbsp; Some were gifts from fans who knew how much she liked them. And in this hotel room, they were pretty much all she had to work with.&nbsp; She was looking forward to seeing Dane bound with some of her favorites, his muscles flexing as he pulled against them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't turn your head, and don't move.&nbsp; Stay where you are, showing me that tight ass."&nbsp; She touched him again, this time running the sharp bristles of the hairbrush lightly down his back, following the path of her fingernail a moment ago.&nbsp; She stopped in the same spot, her eyes devouring him.&nbsp; "Understand?&nbsp; Just a yes or no."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 17:42:53</strong>
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				He heard the whack of the hairbrush but could not identify the sound, all he knew was that he was getting more, and more excited by what was happening, he had never allowed himself to submit to her charms as it went against his code of conduct, but that did not mean he had not fantasized about it, about <em>her</em>, he was, after all, human...&nbsp; And she was beautiful...&nbsp; He was embarrassed though by his obvious arousal, mainly by the fact of that was happening, he had never experienced something like this before, and found it surprising to himself that he had followed her commands.<br><br>The change in her voice and demeanor sent another thrill of excitement through him, and he wondered what she had planned, listening but keeping silent as she spoke.&nbsp; The touch of her nail down his back sent a shiver through him and his throbbing shaft pulsed strongly, becoming almost painfully erect as he stood there.&nbsp; The caress of her warm breath as she whispered in his ear made him bite back a soft moan, though her words were not true it was like a wonderful game, and he desperately wanted to play along.<br><br>The brush of her lips on his ear made him take a sharp, intake of breath, but he resisted the urge to turn around, this was her game, and he wanted to play it her way though he did not know where it would go from here, and he wondered more at her words as the bristles trailed down his back...&nbsp; He swallowed, and managed to speak, "Yes..."&nbsp; though it seemed so inadequate a response, as another thrill of excitement washed over him making his shaft pulse more strongly...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 01:58:58</strong>
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				"Okay, lover," she said in a voice with a hint of a throaty rasp, a tiny sign of her own excitement showing, although she kept her tone level and on the cool side.&nbsp; She turned the hairbrush over to run the smooth back side of it up his spine. "If you want me to stop, just say the word 'chocolate'."&nbsp; She reached her hand around him and ran the tips of her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, grazing the tip of his jutting cock.&nbsp; "Although I can see it's not likely you'll want me to stop."&nbsp; She ran one fingernail down his cock, enjoying its response to her touch.&nbsp; "You <em>are</em> excited, aren't you?&nbsp; Look how hard you are already."<br><br>She pulled back her hand and took a step back, letting her admiring gaze rove over his body, down his muscled back to his glorious backside, thrust out toward her by his posture against the wall.&nbsp; "Let's see."&nbsp; Without a breath, without warning, she raised her hand and brought the flat, wooden side of the hairbrush down on his ass, hard enough to make a loud crack, hard enough to sting, hard enough that several strokes would leave a nice, warm redness.&nbsp; "How many of these do you think you deserve for teasing me?"&nbsp; As she spoke, she brought the brush down again, on the other cheek, with equal enthusiasm.<br><br>She leaned in, pressing a kiss against his shoulder blade, her fingers gripping the muscles of his upper arm, her tongue flickering over his skin.&nbsp; She murmured against his flesh, stroking his arm.&nbsp; "Tell me, Dane. How many of those do you think you deserve...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:59:29</strong>
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				Her teasing voice combined with the dragging of the smooth side of the hairbrush up his spine served to increase his arousal, any of his fantasies paled in comparison to what he was feeling at this moment and he felt his shaft pulse strongly, she mentioned a word to say but he couldn't think he would need it.&nbsp; A soft moan escaped his lips when her fingertips trailed down his chest and stomach, the moan becoming deeper as she grazed the tip of his shaft, his back arching a little at the touch.<br><br>His breathing deepened with arousal as her fingernail then traced down his length, finding his voice lost he could merely nod at her question of his excitement, there was no doubt how excited she was making him...&nbsp; He felt her step back but kept his gaze forwards, though he might never have admitted to it some part of him was loving that she was taking control of him, though the depth of this feeling was unknown to him, he had never experienced it's like before.&nbsp; He was always the one in charge, it went with the job, but now he was finding control taken from him, taken by this beautiful woman, and the thought of it made his excitement more intense...<br><br>The whap came out of no where and he bit back a cry, more of surprise than pain, he had suffered far worse pain but to his disbelief the stinging added to his excitement, leaving him a little confused even as his ass pulsed with the blow.&nbsp; Realizing he had held his breath for a moment, almost as though he had been expecting another he vaguely became aware of her question, and he gasped out a reply, "I...I..don't know..." he managed to stammer, before gasping as another blow landed on his other cheek...<br><br>He tensed as he felt her lean in, the kiss of those wonderful lips on his shoulder blade sending a tingle through him, increased by the way she gripped his other arm, as though owning him, he swallowed as he felt her tongue and her murmured words against his skin, leaving him breathless so his responded as a whisper, "However many you wish?" he said softly, not sure how to play this role she was pushing him into even as much as it excited him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:03:45</strong>
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				Damn, the man was delicious.&nbsp; The way he reacted to the strokes on his rear was erotic as hell to her. "You don't know?&nbsp; You're better off giving me a number, lover."&nbsp; Her mouth was still pressed against his skin, and she slowly smoothed the back of the brush over the cheeks of his ass, in slow, sensuous circles.<br><br>"If you give me a number, I may only double it. If you leave it up to me, I'll do it until my arms can't take anymore."&nbsp; She sunk her teeth lightly into the flesh of his shoulder, her fingers squeezing his arm as she brought the brush down again in a swift, sharp arc.&nbsp; He didn't so much flinch as draw in his breath, she'd noticed on her earlier strikes, and she knew all too well how hard it was to untangle the pleasure and the pain.&nbsp; He was probably realizing they were two sides of the same coin.<br><br>She pulled back, letting go of his arm and taking her teeth from his shoulder, treating him to at least a dozen good, sharp whacks, delighting as his skin turned a nice shade of red and the cracking noise echoed in the room.&nbsp; "Good..." She spoke almost encouragingly to him as she dropped the blows on his backside.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; Always, her voice was tinged with just enough sting to let him know she was in charge.<br><br>Abruptly, she stopped, and her hand smoothed over his skin, soothing the heat there, one cheek, then the other, pausing to run one finger ever-so-lightly down the cleft between his cheeks. "I love a man who can take some pain for me.&nbsp; A strong man who isn't afraid of a little burn."&nbsp; Her hand moved to his inner thigh, stroking up and down.<br><br>"Alright, my tough man, stand up straight.&nbsp; Hands behind your back."&nbsp; She reached between his legs and gave his balls a quick, firm squeeze before she stood back to watch him.&nbsp; "You still have a lot of paying me back to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 06:28:24</strong>
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				Pain was nothing to him, he had, after all, been a marine, the pain and suffering endured in the first week's of basic training alone broke most men, but not the few, the proud.&nbsp; What he was completely unprepared for was the feelings and sensations of arousal and excitement that escalated rapidly within him because of what <em>she</em> was doing to him.&nbsp; He had, of course, heard of sexual kinks like domination and submission, of using certain types of pain to cause pleasure between lovers, and of course bondage, you could barely live life, watch TV or movies, or surf the internet these days without coming across something about it.&nbsp; However, he had never even considered such things before, other than as, perhaps, fleeting, momentary fantasies...<br><br>The she was controlling him though, and now using the hairbrush on him, was awakening such heights of sexual arousal and, if he had to admit it, fleeting mental images of darker fantasies that he had never considered before, such that he had never experienced before, and as she spoke, telling him he should have provided a number he could only concentrate on his breathing as the blows landed and his excitement grew.&nbsp; The tone of her voice, the touch of her mouth on his arm and then the nip of her teeth as the hairbrush landed again and again made his breathing shift and change as he drew in a sharp breath then let it out, trying to control himself as pain and pleasure inexplicably mingled...<br><br>She released his arm for a moment, but it was far from over as a rain of blows stung his backside, his body tensed and he bit back a moan of pain, or pleasure, he knew not which, replacing it with another steadying breath as he felt his shaft throbbing powerfully even as much as his ass stung.&nbsp; Then...she stopped...&nbsp; He released a pent up, shaky breath, which was drawn in quickly again as her hand caressed over his heated rear, feeling her cool touch against him sent another wave of pleasure through him and he bit back another moan, which abruptly twisted into a soft gasp and, perhaps, a hint of a flinch as her finger teased ever-so-lightly down his cleft.<br><br>He swallowed, wetting suddenly dry lips at her words, but could only nod, he had proved many times he could, and would, take pain for her, this was a little different, and yet...&nbsp; He tensed as her hand moved to his inner thigh, his shaft pulsed harder wanting attention but he remained as still as he could, muscles rippling at her caress.&nbsp; When she told him to stand up straight he did so, almost without hesitation, moving his hands behind him he crossed them at the small of his back, but not before letting loose a soft gasp at her touch, her squeeze, of his balls that were yearning as much for attention as his shaft was.&nbsp; He waited, trying to calm his breathing again, in many ways anxious to know what was coming next, his imagination starting to fire on all cylinders, while a small part of him realized this was going to be a long night depending on how much payback she expected...&nbsp; Which, considering the turn of events, seemed to promise great pleasure, possibly pain, and possibly much sexual tension and frustration if she decided to 'make him wait' as much as she said he had made her wait...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 03:21:02</strong>
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				She surveyed the man in front of her, walking around him, her eyes never leaving him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She made a complete circle around him as he stood, hands behind his back, his cock jutting out in obvious need of attention.&nbsp; Behind him once again, she bent to pick up the silk scarves she'd dropped on the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>She twisted one around her hand and grasped his ankle, sliding her hand up his leg as she rose, up his calf and then up the inside of his thigh.&nbsp; She held it there, squeezing his thigh as she stood.&nbsp; "You're doing really well so far, Dane.&nbsp; It's gonna be a long night.&nbsp; I hope you're up to it."&nbsp; She let go of his thigh and slowly wound a scarf around his wrists, one, then the other in a figure eight, then back around the first, another loop on the second.&nbsp; She knew he could throw her off at any time, but she also knew he probably wouldn't.<br><br>She pulled the scarf tight enough that he'd know he was bound, that it would tug at his skin just a bit if he struggled, and knotted it tightly enough that there was no way he was getting out of it.&nbsp; He was now at her mercy, since she would be the only way to get out of the knots.&nbsp; She ran both hands down his ass, squeezing his abused flesh before letting go and moving to stand in front of him.<br><br>Despite the fact that she had to look up to see him, she was obviously the one in charge, and it thrilled her to no end.&nbsp; She kept her eyes on his as she shrugged off the robe she was wearing and let it drop to the floor.&nbsp; She was clad only in the silk pajama shorts and camisole that she'd put on earlier, and it was obvious from the outline of her nipples against the fabric that she was enjoying their play as much as he was.<br><br>"If you keep doing so well, you might even get a little reward, Dane."&nbsp; As she spoke, she ran her hands up her body, from her flat stomach up to cup her breasts, the movement pulling up the camisole slightly to show an expanse of bare, smooth skin.&nbsp; "We'll see.&nbsp; I may just have to make you wait as long as you've made me...." <br><br>She picked up another scarf, kneeling down so that her face was even with his arousal.&nbsp; "You certainly are hard, aren't you?"&nbsp; Her mouth was close enough to him that her breath tickled his cock with every word.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slowly stood up again, and this time, she trailed a bright orange scarf up between his legs, over his testicles and his shaft, teasing him with it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I love silk.&nbsp; Love the feel of it," she murmured as she kept her eyes on the scarf.&nbsp; "I love seeing it against your body."&nbsp; She smiled as took it in both hands, and slid it under his balls, sliding it back and forth until it was behind them.&nbsp; "Such a gorgeous cock.&nbsp; And you've been hiding it from me."&nbsp; She crossed the end of the scarf so that it was around his sac, where it hooked to his body, then brought it around his cock, so that it was around both.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'd love to tie you up in a dozen of these.&nbsp; Maybe tie you to the bed post and leave you there tonight to think about how you teased me..."<br><br>She gave the two ends of the scarf a quick tug, tightening them around him, then tied it, letting the ends dangle between his legs.&nbsp; It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to be difficult to ignore.&nbsp; "Do you like that, Dane?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:45:48</strong>
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				He was excited, aroused beyond belief at the change that had come over her, at the dominance she was showing over him and his mind was reeling at all the sensations she was causing, all the thoughts she was provoking within him, and yet her words, her tone, commanded him to remain where he was as she prowled around him, feeling her gaze raking over him.&nbsp; He had never allowed himself to think she, or any of his previous clients, might harbor feelings or desires for him, it was simply not part of the job to his mind to allow himself to become distracted.&nbsp; And yet this beauty had forced the issue, and he found he could nothing but comply with her commands, and it was incredibly arousing to the point he was struggling to control himself.<br><br>He felt, rather than saw, her bend down behind him, and then he felt her hand wrapped in silk sliding up his leg and his body tensed once again, his shaft throbbing visibly in his heightened state of arousal. He nodded at her words, though her mention of a long night had given him pause he was certainly up to it, for her he was up for anything though he had no idea what that thought might lead to.&nbsp; Then she was binding his wrists and he let slip the merest hint of a moan, the sensation of losing more control to her increased his excitement still further though he might not have thought it possible, and though he could have stopped her at any moment he let her tie his wrists, the silk would hold him effectively and he found himself swallowing as he let her take that mobility from him.<br><br>Another soft gasp escaped him as her hands ran over his ass, managing the pain from his stinging ass as she squeezed, and then she was in front of him, his gaze meeting hers, his eyes showing a hint of glazing from the state he was in while his shaft throbbed harder, almost demanding attention.&nbsp; His breathing was deep, slightly erratic as she shrugged off the robe and his gaze wandered over her, seeing her own excited state in the peak of her nipples, he watched her tease him and he had to bite back another moan, so close now and yet tied, and in her control, made obvious as she spoke of making him wait as long as she had...<br><br>His breath caught for a moment as she knelt before him, nodding at her question barely able to formulate words as he felt her breath wash over his tip making it pulse in desire, his eyes were locked on her hands as she stood, watching as the scarf was trailed over him the silk caressing and teasing, another catch in his breath as she trailed it over his shaft and balls.&nbsp; Then as he watched her hands slipped the silk under him so it caught on his balls, her words of appraisal dragging a gasp from him but his eyes could not leave her hands.<br><br>Her words of tying him to a bed post brought thought all manner of images forth in his mind and he his breathing hitched once more, his gaze locking with hers in that instant, "Yes...I...I do...&nbsp; I...I would..." he said, a little confused as excited as he was, the words coming before he fully realized he had spoken, but then his gaze was dropping again, watching as she bound his throbbing cock and balls and this time the moan slipped by his lips unhindered...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 07:22:19</strong>
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				He was being so stoic.&nbsp; The fact that he let out a moan, to her, meant she'd really pushed him hard.&nbsp; She licked her lips, looking him up and down.&nbsp; She could stare at his body all night.&nbsp; She reached out, taking up the ends of the scarf tied around his trussed-up cock and balls, and tugged at them, lightly at first, then harder.&nbsp; "You like that?&nbsp; I'm not sure that we're here to make you happy..."&nbsp; <br><br>She let go of the scarf, the ends fluttering back to tickle his thighs as they dropped.&nbsp; She took a step toward him.&nbsp; "I could probably use it like a leash, lead you around by your cock."&nbsp; She laughed lightly at the thought, but it was a laugh of pleasure.&nbsp; It was obvious she was enjoying the game immensely.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Maybe we'll try that later."&nbsp; She pushed him, just a little, just enough to get him to step backward, just enough to bring him toward the bed.<br><br>It was a top-of-the-line hotel, and the furnishings were bordering on luxurious.&nbsp; In this case, that meant a suite with a sturdy, well-crafted four-posted oak bed, which couldn't have made her happier.&nbsp; She walked behind him, looping another of the scarves around one of the posts and then through the binding around his wrists, tying it off so he was affixed to the bed post.&nbsp; <br><br>She came back around to his front, admiring her work.&nbsp; The sight of her scarf around his erection was particularly delicious.&nbsp; "You look good enough to eat...&nbsp; I'm not going to, though."&nbsp; She turned and bent down to pick up two more scarves, deliberately giving him a full view of her nicely-rounded backside before she stood back up and turned around. <br><br>"It's going to be a long time before you get to touch any of that, lover.&nbsp; If you ever do."&nbsp; She reached out, taking his cock firmly in her hand with no warning, stroking up and down it a few times, loving how firm it was in her hand.&nbsp; "Look how hard you are, Dane."&nbsp; She ran her thumb around the hard ridge near the head, tickled her fingers just up the underside, then stroked it a few more times before letting go.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sorry, lover.&nbsp; That's all you're going to get for a while.&nbsp; Or at all.&nbsp; Open your mouth, darling."&nbsp; She slipped a scarf between his lips, carrying the ends around behind his head, climbing on the bed to reach better as she tied it behind his head, rendering him speechless as well as bound.&nbsp; She stroked her hand over his short hair, then turned his head to hers, pressing a quick kiss on his stretched mouth before she hopped back off the bed.<br><br>"I'm going to take a shower.&nbsp; Then I'll figure out how long you have to stay like that."&nbsp; She reached down and gave the scarf around his cock one more quick tug, then left the room, leaving him aroused, bound, and unable to do a damned thing about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 18:38:42</strong>
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				He bit back a sound as she pulled on the scarf around his cock and balls, then couldn't help but let slip another moan when she tugged harder...&nbsp; He didn't answer her question, the fact was he was still reconciling pain and pleasure and the effects they were having on him, and though the scarf around his throbbing shaft and captured balls was mostly pleasure in a strange way he had not anticipated, the harder tug had produced a little more pain...&nbsp; Pain that had twisted almost immediately into more intense pleasure, and his reaction was stronger before he could bite it back...<br><br>His gaze had been on her hands as she teased him, but then it moved back to her face as she spoke again, her use of the word leash made him pause and he watched as she laughed lightly, thinking she looked even more beautiful when she was enjoying something, in this case, him...&nbsp; He stepped back when she pushed and he felt he was closer to the bed, in particular one of the stout corner posts that this design included, and he felt the wood brush against his fingertips.&nbsp; He swallowed as she stepped around him, feeling her pulling his wrists to the post, and then feeling the silk tighten as his wrists were bound to the post, making him wonder if he could even get out of this if he wanted to, but realizing he didn't want to...<br><br>He realized the more she restrained him, even in these small ways, the more excited he was feeling, the less control he had and the more she took from him, the more aroused he became, it was an odd realization but one he didn't question as she had set her mind on making him hers, and right at that moment he didn't wish for anything else.&nbsp; Her words about good enough to eat made his shaft twitch, it had been so long sine he had allowed himself the pleasures of life, working all the hours sent him for his clients left little time for him, particularly when they were as famous and in demand as she was, and not letting himself get close to his clients precluded any relief at all, and now...<br><br>He sighed as she bent down in front of him, seeing more of her than he had seen before, but then his sigh twisted into a gasp as she turned back and grabbed his painfully throbbing shaft, her words were not lost on him though he hoped to redeem himself in her eyes somehow, but any response from him was lost at the touch of her hand on his needy cock.&nbsp; Her stroking hand made his thighs quiver, the way she caressed and teased made him suddenly want to beg for release, but then all to soon she had let go leaving him so close, gasping for breath at her having stopped.&nbsp; His need and desire was now plainly seen in his glazed eyes, and he opened his mouth to ask, beg, anything for her to continue, but his timing matched her request and he was promptly and securely gagged...<br><br>Momentary panic washed over him as she tightened it further, stretching his mouth around the silk, but her teasing manner eased any panic and he realized she would not let anything happen to him that she did not do herself, part of that being making him wait even as powerfully and painfully as his shaft was begging for release, drops of precum oozing a little from the tip as he moaned at her retreating back, before leaning back against the post with a frustrated moaning sigh...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 20:53:42</strong>
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				She hated to leave.&nbsp; He was such a tempting sight, and she could watch him standing there all day, his cock twitching now and then, his muscles straining.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she grabbed a change of clothing from her bag and headed into the bathroom for a long, hot shower.&nbsp; She washed and dried her hair, rubbed lotion into her skin, took her own sweet time. <br><br>She didn't know what kind of clothes would be the biggest tease.&nbsp; She settled on a lacy scrap of a bra that hardly contained her breasts and matching bikini panties, both in black.&nbsp; She wanted him to want her so much that he'd do anything.&nbsp; And then she'd make him wait.&nbsp; She smiled as she walked back into the bedroom, a good hour later.&nbsp; "Sorry I took so long."&nbsp; She wasn't.&nbsp; Not really.<br><br>"I could get used to the sight of you like that, Dane.&nbsp; Maybe I'll just go to bed, so I can wake up to it.&nbsp; Wouldn't be any more than you'd deserve."&nbsp; She walked up to him, standing so close they were almost touching.&nbsp; &nbsp;Almost.&nbsp; "All the nights I laid in some lonely hotel bed, wet and alone because you'd ignored me.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; Do you have any idea?"<br><br>She grabbed the scarf around his cock again, giving it a hard enough pull that it drew his hips forward, forcing him to re-balance his legs if he wanted to stay standing.&nbsp; He couldn't step forward far enough, though, since his wrists were tied to the bed, and she kept pulling for a few seconds longer before letting go with a smile.<br><br>"Oh, the things I want to do to you, Dane."&nbsp; She walked to the closet, pulling out a hanger.&nbsp; It was for a pair of slacks, with two clips on it to hold the slacks.&nbsp; She deftly pulled the clips off, as though this wasn't the first time she'd done it.&nbsp; She walked back to where he stood and leaned in, bringing her lips to one of his flat nipples as she ran the backs of her fingers down his stomach.&nbsp; She stroked her fingers over the flat plane of his abdomen as she sucked his nipple into her mouth, tickling it with her tongue.<br><br>She laughed as she drew back to blow on the wetness her mouth had left behind.&nbsp; "What if I never let you cum, Dane?&nbsp; What if I leave you here all night?&nbsp; What would let me do to you if I let you cum?"<br><br>She reached up to tug the scarf from his mouth, the backs of her fingers still stroking his stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 00:28:03</strong>
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				Her reappearance made him stand back upright again, from where he had been leaning lightly against the post, his imagination had been running wild and he was beginning to wonder what was real and what was fantasy now, but when she showed up in that bra and panties he knew that vision of beauty, of sexual heaven, was real...&nbsp; He had no concept of time, it might have been 30 minutes, 60, 90, he could not see a clock from where he was, he only knew that he had grown more aroused and excited though he had not thought it possible, rather than less at the wait, and his shaft was throbbing almost constantly now, it's tip coated in a light sheen of pre-cum that had been seeping from the tip.<br><br>His eyes were somewhat glazed from the state he was in, but he didn't miss her apology, and knew she didn't mean it, considering he was hers at the very least for tonight, she had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it, and he could do little to change the fact...&nbsp; And over the course of the time she had been in the shower, he had not wanted to change it, wondering what else she had in mind.<br><br>Her words about the the sight of him made him wonder what he must look like, he could not get a good view of a reflection from where he was either which made him think she had chosen this post especially to keep him in the dark, but any other thoughts were pushed aside as stepped up close to him and he could almost feel her body against his, almost feel the heat of her skin caressing him.&nbsp; When she grabbed the scarf around his cock and pulled his hips forward he let out a muffled moan from behind the gag, and had to move his feet to keep his balance, feeling his arms pulled away from his back as he struggled forwards.<br><br>The pain/pleasure was both intense and exquisite, and his moan slid into a harsher sound, twisted into a whimper as she pulled again, before letting him go, at which the sound slipped back into a moan of need as his eyes gazed into that teasing smile.&nbsp; When she took the clips his eyes widened, he had seen some images of uses for clips like that and he was suddenly unsure, but any other thoughts left him abruptly as her lips teased his nipple, suckling it into her mouth as her hand caressed him.<br><br>He swallowed behind the gag, another moan escaping him which turned into a gasp as her breath caressed his wet nipple.&nbsp; Her question made him want to beg to cum, and he suddenly wondered what he <em>wouldn't</em> let her do to him, if only he could have some release...&nbsp; When she tugged the gag from his mouth he moaned softly, and before he knew it he was speaking, "Anything..&nbsp; Please, do anything you wish, just please...<em>please</em>...let me cum!" he said in almost desperation, it had been a <em>long</em> time, and she was taking him so close to the edge that he was being driven insane with it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 02:31:10</strong>
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				She smiled at his words, a wide, predatory smile.&nbsp; She loved how desperate he was, and she wondered how much more he could take.&nbsp; She looked at his eyes, thrilled to see how wild and glazed they were.&nbsp; She ran her finger around his nipple, dragging her nail over it once or twice before carefully closing the cold metal clip around it.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching his reaction, she placed the other in the same manner, stroking his arm possessively with her free hand.&nbsp; He was her toy to play with, and she was enjoying it immensely.&nbsp; "That's it.&nbsp; You've earned a bit of a reward.&nbsp; But not to come yet.&nbsp; If you come, this will be the first, last and only time I ever let you in my bedroom.&nbsp; And we have a lot more games left to play."<br><br>With that, she knelt down in front of him, her long, blonde hair tickling his thigh as she placed the lightest, gentlest kiss on the tip of his cock.&nbsp; She wrapped her fingers around the base of it, holding it firmly, her grasp anything but gentle as she teasingly ran her tongue in a slow, unbearably slow circle around the head.&nbsp; <br><br>As she did this, she took the ends of the scarf dangling between his legs and wrapped the fingers of her free hand in them, winding the bright orange fabric around and around her hand until her knuckles brushed his balls.<br><br>Her voice was raspy as she spoke.&nbsp; "Don't you dare come until I'm ready.&nbsp; Understood?"&nbsp; She slid her lips over the bulbous glans of his needy erection, at the same time twisting the scarf around her hand with a hard enough tug to tighten its grip on his cock and his balls.&nbsp; She breathed in a sigh of pure pleasure as she enjoyed herself, holding him there, in her mouth, not moving, wanting to hear him beg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 16:44:37</strong>
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				The initial pain as she closed the clips on his nipples, nipples that were completely unused to such treatment, was intense and he found himself bucking slightly against the post though he couldn't move much the way he was tired, it made him wonder briefly as the pain ebbed to a dull throbbing what it would like to be tied completely by her, unable to move...&nbsp; He moaned at the thought as he found himself whimpering at the clamps, though there seemed to be some hope at her words saying he had earned a reward and he moaned softly.&nbsp; The change that had come over her had startled him, she was possessive of him, there was no doubt he was hers to play with, in whatever manner she saw fit, and this completely new experience was on one hand incredibly erotic to someone used to being in control of a situation, and yet on the other somewhat intimidating, though he wondered if that wasn't the thing that made it that much more exciting...<br><br>When she said he was not to cum yet another whimper escaped him, a whimper that slipped into another, moan as she knelt before him and kissed the tip of his throbbing shaft...&nbsp; She took hold of him and he gasped, her hand tight around the base of his shaft as her hair caressed him, but even as he tensed at how tight she was holding him her tongue slipped out of those perfect lips and began to circle the head of his shaft.&nbsp; His tip was coated with precum as her tongue teased him in so slow and tortuous a fashion and his head leaned back against the post as a long, needy moan escaped him, unable to contain it as he played with him.<br><br>He felt her other hand moving, and then felt what he thought was a caress at his balls, a sharp intake of breath from him at the touch, but it was all he could do to concentrate to try and hold back his impending climax, it had been so long and all of this was so intoxicating, so intense and arousing, that he didn't know if he'd be able to hold back for long, but she had demanded it and he was doing everything he could to hold back...<br><br>"I...yes..I...under..stand..." he stammered between gasping breaths, and then he moaned again, his body tensing as he felt her lips slip over his pulsing head, followed immediately by a gasping cry as she tightened the scarf around his cock and balls, his head coming back up instantly, eyes locking on her as he felt tremors running up and down his body, her tight grip, the silk tied around and tugged tight, and the warmth of her mouth encasing his tip was almost too much and he was gasping for breath...&nbsp; "pplease..." he begged, moaning harshly as she held him there, holding himself back as much as he could but his mind was whirling, she had taken him so close already with so very little actually touches, that it had been a surprise how close to the edge he had gotten, and not his mind was reeling as he fought to not cum...<br><br>"<em>please!</em>" he moaned harshly, not sure what else he should be saying, not sure how to beg to please her, as a tremor started in his thigh as every muscle tightened to stop himself from cumming, "<em>oh..god..please!</em>" he said, "please let me cum!" he moaned again, pulling against his bound wrists but he was held tight...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 05:42:40</strong>
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				She had to give him credit--he was hanging on.&nbsp; She could tell it was taking every ounce of willpower he had.&nbsp; She knew he was strong; she didn't know anyone stronger.&nbsp; Hell, he'd taken a bullet for her and barely even winced.&nbsp; This, this was different.&nbsp; Not just physical strength, but an inner, mental strength.&nbsp; And she was twisting it, raw, around her little finger.&nbsp; It was more intoxicating than anything she'd ever drunk.<br><br>The taste of him, the feel of his hardness in her mouth tempted her to just let him finish.&nbsp; But she couldn't do that.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; Something told her there'd be more nights like tonight, but that didn't mean he could get off easy this time.&nbsp; She slid him further into her mouth, slowly, nearly all the way, until the tip of his cock nearly tickled the back of her throat, then, with regret, slid back, letting him slip from her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked up, locking eyes with his, licking her lips with a slow smile.<br><br>His cock was wet, dark from the scarf tied around it, still wrapped in her fingers, and jutting desperately in front of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;So absolutely fucking delicious she could hardly stand it.&nbsp; She leaned in, twisting the scarf again, her tongue licking over his sac as she reached between his legs to squeeze his backside, now cooled down from their earlier assault.<br><br>She was only baring the tip of the iceberg as far as what she dreamed of doing to him, the ways she dreamed of binding him, teasing him, owning him.&nbsp; She once again ran her finger between his tight buttocks, scratching her fingernail down as she worked her tongue over his balls.&nbsp; She loved the sound of his moans, his raspy whimpers, most of all his voice, begging her.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 23:21:31</strong>
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				He could barely contain himself any longer, like any red-blooded man he had thoughts of such sexual teasing, in the modern society had even often even been exposed to such darker thoughts as bondage with the movies that came out, and then add the internet where such content would pop up without a moments notice unbidden, and it would be hard to not have had those thoughts...&nbsp; Like many he had occasionally wondered what it would be like, to have the dominating woman in control of them, in control of their sexual needs, in control of their release, never could he have dreamed how incredible it would have been...<br><br>Never could he have dreamed that Amy might have had such tendencies, having mainly seen her as the 'clean' persona of Crystal, he had had glimpses into her real persona but never had she revealed this to him.&nbsp; Oh she had flirted with him, and he had been flattered, he was older than she and had loved the idea that she found him attractive, but he had resisted because of his own code, a code that few in his line of profession actually stuck to, it was even possible he was the only one who so rigidly maintained his code of honor...<br><br>And yet, when she had finally confronted him, she had seen his desires better than he knew them himself, seen his needs, and then with her own particular dark lusts, had twisted him around her little finger in a heart beat...&nbsp; And now he was lightly, but securely, restrained, his mind whirling from the sensations making him wonder if this felt so good, so incredible, what else could she have in mind?&nbsp; He found himself needing whatever she could give him, needing to please her, even as he cried out involuntarily with passion as she teased him so expertly, so thoroughly...<br><br>The heat of her mouth as she slid him all the way in, feeling her mouth surrounding every bit of him made him want to climax so badly, and yet the scarf pulled tight around him aided him to resist and made his throbbing shaft feel like it was as hard as rock.&nbsp; Every touch of her lips and tongue sent waves of sensation cascading through him, and he was finding his will tested to it's limits, he did not know how much longer he could last and another, sharp, lustful cry exploded from him as he struggled against himself, and pulled tight on the scarf that held his wrists...<br><br>He gasped, shaking, as his shaft slipped from her lips, his eyes fully glazed now locked on her face, breath coming in harsh, panting gasps accompanied by a whimper of need as he watched her lick her lips, more teasing...&nbsp; "<em>please!!</em>" he whimpered almost pitifully, his mind reeling, wondering now how to address her as she exerted such exquisite control over him, then his head dropped back and a low moan escaped as her tongue found his balls and teased over the taut skin...<br><br>The touch of her finger drew another gasp, uncertainty rising within him over her touches only knowing how inflamed he was for her, not knowing what he wanted, but knowing he would do anything for her, anything to make her happy, if only he could find <em>release</em>....&nbsp; A tremor passed through him, visibly shifting his throbbing cock as it pulsed strongly, and he was begging her again, his head twisting from side to side as he fought the desire to cum, realizing she had not yet allowed it, and yet so close...&nbsp; "<em>please!!</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 02:43:46</strong>
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				God, she loved the desperate catch in his voice.&nbsp; It touched almost physically. She could go on like this all night.&nbsp; But she wasn't that cruel.&nbsp; She ran her fingernail teasingly around his tight back entrance, just for a brief few seconds.&nbsp; "One day, sweetheart,&nbsp; you'll beg me to touch you there.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not tonight..." <br><br>She stood, pulling back to look at him, the sight so wildly erotic to her it caused her to reflexively draw in her breath.&nbsp; He was tugging at the restraints, the various muscles in his arms and torso playing fascinatingly beneath his skin.&nbsp; His face was a perfect picture of tormented bliss.&nbsp; And his beautiful cock, still wet with her saliva, stood so, so hard, darkened with the blood it retained from being tied at the base.&nbsp; <br>She reached up to stroke his cheek, her eyes on his.&nbsp; "Look at me, lover.&nbsp; This is gonna hurt a little.&nbsp; I know you can take it."&nbsp; She kept her eyes on his as she trailed her hand down his hard chest, her finger stopping to circle the small scar from the bullet he'd taken for her.&nbsp; With careful, sure fingers, she removed one of the clamps on his abused nipple, knowing how much it would hurt when the blood returned to the tender spot.<br><br>She kept her eyes on him, seeming to almost feed off his reaction, her pupils dilating as she watched.&nbsp; Finally, seeming to get her fill of his pain, she leaned in and gently, so gently ran her tongue over the throbbing nipple, soothing it with strokes of her tongue and soft kisses. She was careful not to let her lower body even brush his straining cock.&nbsp; No release for him yet. Her mouth still on his nipple, she removed the other clamp, humming with pleasure as the painful sensation returned to his other nipple.<br><br>"Can you hold off for me just a little bit longer, sweetheart?&nbsp; I'm gonna untie you.&nbsp; I want you to lay down on the bed."&nbsp; As she spoke, she stroked his arm, both lovingly and possessively.&nbsp; And she reached down to once again grab the length of silk twisted around his sac, giving it a twist that was just painful enough to help him hold off.&nbsp; "I know you can..."<br><br>She moved behind him and deftly untied his wrists, nodding to the bed.&nbsp; "Don't make me wait."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 16:52:36</strong>
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				He gasped harshly as her fingernail touched him <em>there</em> once again, his body almost visibly shaking with passion though he was uncertain for such touches, her words made him wonder what else he would beg her for knowing now he would beg for everything she could give him as his mind and thoughts blurred into darker things and he found himself aroused even more...&nbsp; Then all of a sudden her touches were gone and she was standing before him, he couldn't help but strain against the bindings wanting more of her touch, his shaft throbbing so badly needing release, yet he knew he was at her mercy for that.<br><br>The touch on his cheek and her words brought his glazed, almost crazed eyes, into focus on her face, but he wasn't really aware of her meaning, having almost forgotten about the nipple clamps as they had gone a little numb, but then she removed it and the unexpected pain shocked him to his core as blood rushed back into the abused nub...&nbsp; He cried out, a guttural, harsh sound as waves of pain washed over him, and yet his shaft throbbed all the harder, pain and pleasure once again merged into a single, ecstatic sensation that confused, and overwhelmed him.<br><br>His breathing was in harsh pants as he rode out the pain, biting back another cry as he struggled to deal with it, not even aware of how much he was feeding her own arousal as he bucked and pulled against the binding, his eyes were closed as he panted, and the soothing touch of her mouth and tongue came almost as much of shock to the oversensitive nipple as first removing the clamp, and he almost cried out again.&nbsp; This time is was more short-lived as her caresses and ministrations helped sooth the raging fire, calming it into a dull throb as his breathing shifted and changed...&nbsp; Then she removed the other clamp and he bucked again, unable to stop himself from crying out finding his arousal peaking higher still even though he could not have dreamed it was possible...<br><br>He was panting harshly when she spoke again, and it took all&nbsp; of his focus to understand what she was saying, his attention almost completely on the sensations and caresses, loving the way she touched his arm so possessively, then moaning harshly as she tightened the scarf on his shaft, a moan that slipped into a whimper as the pain helped hold him back from the edge, and yet made him realize it enhanced the sensations even more...&nbsp; He swallowed and nodded as her words made sense to him, and when she untied him he moved to the bed, not too fast as his shaft bobbed almost obscenely in front of him, painfully aroused a she laid on his back on the bed, not knowing which way she wanted him he tried desperately to control his breathing to see if he was where she wanted him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 04:13:54</strong>
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				Oh, if he had any idea...&nbsp; He was the one holding all the power.&nbsp; He could deny her what she wanted.&nbsp; He could hold back his groans and pleas, he could refuse to do as she told him.&nbsp; That he gave her these things made her so wildly, deliciously aroused.&nbsp; If he denied her, she'd only try harder to take what she wanted, but either way, she was as wrapped around his finger as he was hers. <br><br>She watched him move to the bed, noticing how his painfully stiff arousal slowed his movements.&nbsp; "That's it, lover.&nbsp; On your back."&nbsp; Another day she'd give him a different answer, but she didn't want to overwhelm him the first time.&nbsp; But, damn, the dark, dirty things in her head, the things she'd do to him next time, the time after that, and after that...&nbsp; <br><br>He was on her bed, his cock standing straight and proud, waiting for her to do whatever she wanted to him, her perfect toy.&nbsp; &nbsp;She moved to pick up the remaining scarves from the floor and walked to the side of the bed.&nbsp; "You've been so amazing tonight, darling."&nbsp; She reached out and took one&nbsp; of his hands in hers, drawing it up above his head, her nimble fingers tying his wrist to the corner post of the bed in no time.&nbsp; <br><br>"You've hardly begun to pay me back for all the teasing, though."&nbsp; She moved to the other side, leaning in to give him a good view of her pale breasts spilling over the scant cups of her bra as she took his other hand, bringing his fingertips to her lips for a kiss before she secured that one as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do you know how hard it is to walk behind you, watching that tight ass move when you walk,&nbsp; when all I could think about was paddling it until it was bright red?"<br><br>She ran her hand down his arm, over his chest, down his abdomen.&nbsp; "I think you did know.&nbsp; That's what makes it even worse."&nbsp; &nbsp;She brushed her fingers over his hip, down his thigh, sliding her hand to his inner thigh, grasping it like she had his arm, firmly, lovingly, possessively as she spread his thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;"God, look how hard you are...."&nbsp; Sliding her hand down his leg, she tugged at his ankle, pulling his legs apart wider, tying his ankle to another post.<br><br>"I know you're in agony, dying to cum."&nbsp; &nbsp;She was pulling at the other ankle, spreading him fully out, tying him down.&nbsp; She hadn't left much give at all, making it hard for him to move.&nbsp; She stopped to look him over, enjoying the sight immensely.&nbsp; Reaching behind her, she unhooked her dark, lacy bra and then tugged at the straps, letting it fall, exposing her pert, rounded breasts.&nbsp; Her coral nipples were hard and tight, an obvious sign of how much she was enjoying herself.<br><br>"You look so fucking good, tied down for me.&nbsp; Maybe I'll just leave you there for the night, let you think about things..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 06:05:58</strong>
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				He had no concept of the power he might have at his disposal, this was his first experience of this kind of relationship and all he could think about was making this beautiful, incredible woman happy and hoping she would give him release...&nbsp; Right at that moment he could not think of not doing as she asked and when she spoke he settled in the middle of the bed for her, not sure what else was to come but finding himself anticipating and imagining all manner of things...<br><br>He was painfully aroused and his shaft was visibly throbbing, the scarf binding his cock was enhancing his erection while holding back his climax, and his mind was reeling from what she was doing to him...&nbsp; He moaned softly, longingly as she moved to the side of the bed, his eyes gazing up at her as she took his hand and drew it up above his head, the binding was quickly tied, efficient, and he could not help but test her tying, muscles shifting under the skin.<br><br>He moaned again at her words, knowing it was going to be a long night and yet finding himself looking forward to anything that she had in mind as his gaze raked over her breasts, he let her take his other hand, sighing as she kissed his fingertips, and then let her tie that one off as well.&nbsp; He shifted slightly on the bed, aware of how vulnerable he was as he realized how tight he was tied, and how far apart his arms were pulled, a brief moment of panic washed over him but he pushed it down almost immediately, if there was anyone he trusted right now it was Amy, he trusted her with his life just as she trusted hers with him.<br><br>He swallowed when she spoke about him, about how she had lusted over him, knowing she had been watching him and had flirted with him, but not realizing just how deeply her feelings, her lusts, had run...&nbsp; He could barely put together thoughts or words to respond to her as his mind continued to be overwhelmed by the sensations, finding his body automatically reacting to her touch, his back arching as her hand slid down over his chest and down his abdomen, feeling her possessive touch as much as hearing her possessive words, until her hand reached his ankle and pulled it apart, spreading his legs.<br><br>Again the hint of panic washed over him but dissipated quickly this time as she tied his ankle, his breathing was ragged, irregular from his state of passion and the adrenaline surges caused by the panic, and he found himself squirming against the increasing bondage.&nbsp; Her words about dying to cum made him whimper softly as she pulled at his other ankle, tying it quickly and efficiently, and leaving him little room to move at all, another slight wave of panic was gone before it truly appeared replaced by a heightened state of arousal rising it to an intoxicating level...<br><br>He squirmed against the bindings, testing the limits as he found himself moaning and sighing almost constantly, his eyes locked on her as she undressed, revealing those incredible breasts for him to see and yet, frustratingly, unable to touch, the teasing of which added to everything else she was doing to him...&nbsp; He moaned and shook his head at her words, the sound more urgent, needing, wanting, "oh god, <em>please</em> Amy, please let me cum!&nbsp; Or let me earn it, or something, please!" he pleaded with her, desperation in his eyes and voice, knowing full well she could walk away and fulfill her threat.&nbsp; At that thought his imagination started to run wild, and he wondered whether she would do anything else, before leaving him, unfulfilled, for the night, with nothing but his thoughts of her...<br><br>He swallowed, imagining being gagged, or blindfolded or both, the thought of her leaving him in such a state making him writhe and tug at the restraints, a harsh moan escaping him as his cock pulsed, the faint throb from his abused nipples adding a layer of sensation, so that his excitement grew yet again.&nbsp; Never had he experienced anything like this, and he was thankful it was with Amy, even if his assumed teasing over all this time meant he was on her blacklist for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 02:07:45</strong>
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				So damned gorgeous.&nbsp; God, those muscles, tugging at the bindings, begging for her to touch, to bite, pinch, kiss, spank.&nbsp; She could play with him for days.&nbsp; She was glad tomorrow was a travel day.&nbsp; They usually slept in a little, then hit the road.&nbsp; She could have him all to herself tonight.&nbsp; "I should just leave you.&nbsp; You deserve it."&nbsp; <br><br>As she spoke, she climbed onto the bed, her long legs straddling one of his thighs.&nbsp; She reached up to brush her finger over one nipple then the other.&nbsp; "Poor darling.&nbsp; They look like they still hurt."&nbsp; She stroked each in turn, hoping it made him squirm.&nbsp; She ran a finger down his chest to his navel, scratching a circle in the skin around it with a sharp nail, dipping her finger into it.&nbsp; "Like my own personal toybox."&nbsp; <br><br>She found another scarf where she'd left the last few, on the side of the bed, and climbed up by his side.&nbsp; "Open your mouth, lover.&nbsp; I love the sounds you make when you're gagged."&nbsp; She dropped a kiss on his lips then slid the scarf between them.&nbsp; "Lift your head."&nbsp; She loved giving him little directions, just to see him do as she said.&nbsp; She smiled as she tied the scarf around his head.&nbsp; "And close your eyes."&nbsp; The last scarf, a deep purple length of silk, stood as a blindfold, cutting him off to everything but touch, scent and sound.&nbsp; She held his face between both her hands and kissed his cheek.<br><br>If she'd had any willpower at all, she'd have left him all night.&nbsp; The idea of finding him here, desperate, begging, in the morning was so damned appealing.&nbsp; But she'd waited too long already.&nbsp; She, at least, would have some enjoyment.&nbsp; She stepped from the bed and shimmied out of her panties, grown damp from the hours of watching and touching the unbelievably beautiful man tied to her bed. <br><br>"I'd love to fuck you, Dane."&nbsp; She climbed back on the bed, kneeling between his outstretched legs.&nbsp; "I'll bet you'd like that too, putting your cock inside me."&nbsp; She reached out to take it again in her hand, spreading the drops of precum that had leaked from its tip around until the bulbous, hard head was glistening with it.&nbsp; "But you haven't earned it yet.&nbsp; You have a long way to go."<br><br>He wouldn't be able to see, of course, what she was doing.&nbsp; But he'd feel it as she moved closer, as she reached between her legs with one hand and spread her swollen lips, as she slid his cock along the length of her slick, sensitive slit.&nbsp; She sucked in her breath between clenched teeth at the contact.&nbsp; "Mmmm..."&nbsp; Using his erection as she would an inanimate toy, she stroked it slowly up and down between her labia, teasing it over her throbbing clitoris, clenching the base tightly as she dragged it over and over her pussy.&nbsp; Her voice was breathless, throaty. <br><br>"Don't even think of cumming, sweetheart..."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 16:20:14</strong>
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				He was bound tightly, not enough to prevent circulation he noticed though his rational mind was swiftly leaving him with as aroused as he was, but it seemed obvious this was not the first she had done this, and to think he had not known about this side of her.&nbsp; Any other thoughts were pushed aside as he moaned and shook his head at her words about leaving him, he was so desperate to find release now that he doubted there was anything she would say, do or offer that he would be able to say no to, as long as it led to the hope of finding release.&nbsp; But he also knew he had refused her attentions, not nastily he had seen it as part of his job, his honor to protect her, but he had refused her attentions since he had accepted the contract to protect her, and that had been some time now which made him wonder just how long she had been wanting him...<br><br>He moaned again as she straddled his thigh, feeling her heat to tempting close to his painfully throbbing shaft, and yet so far away, the bindings were expertly done and he could barely move.&nbsp; The touch of her finger on his nipples made him gasp at how sensitive they still were, and squirm for her he did which was about the limit of his movement, then he felt his body arch as her fingertip trailed down his chest caressing over old scars as it found his navel and then to his surprise how exciting it felt to her her tease him lightly in so unlikely a place, not even realizing that the state he was in was translating virtually any touch of hers into arousing, teasing sensations...<br><br>Her words at being her toybox also excited him, and he found himself looking up at her, seeing her in a whole new light. When she asked him to open his mouth the slight thrill of fear washed over him again, instinctual at being bound and now gagged, but he controlled it and opened his mouth obediently, wondering what it would feel like, and as she said, wondering how it would change the sounds of his own pleasure.&nbsp; He sighed slightly at the kiss and then felt the scarf between his lips, finding himself biting down on it, and then he was lifting his head for her to tie it, tightly.&nbsp; Before he could do anything else another sensation of fear passed through him as she asked him to close his eyes and moved to blindfold him.<br><br>For a moment his body tensed and he stared at her, but then he did as she asked and relaxed, he did, after all, trust her with his life, as she trusted him with hers, and a moment later he was blindfolded, moaning softly into the gag as she kissed his cheek, a strangely muffled sound as he tested his limits again, finding he was becoming even more acutely aware of her heat pressed to his thigh.<br><br>He felt her get off the bed and moaned, distraught that she would be leaving him, but then her movements came to him as whispers of sound, her words coming with the sensation of feeling her get back on the bed, somewhere between his widely stretched legs, her teasing choice of words making him pull against the bounds and moan in that muffled manner.&nbsp; Her touch electrified him and his body arched at the touch to his throbbing cock, the binding around it keeping him <em>very</em> erect and intensifying the sensations as she rubbed a fingertip over it's tip.&nbsp; When she then said he had a long way to go he moaned harshly, pulling against the bindings, wanting her so badly and now having now way to get to her...<br><br>He went quiet as he felt her moving around between his spread legs, felt her inch closer to him, wondering what she was doing, but it soon became evident as her hand caressed him again and teased his incredibly sensitive tip up and down her heat, feeling the swollen lips caressing him in an incredibly erotic kiss.&nbsp; He gasped at the sensation, hearing her own breathing change as she teased herself with him like he was some kind of dildo or other toy, feeling her tightened grasp on his base he knew between that, and the binding, he would be very unlikely to be able to climax...&nbsp; Which left him in a dark world of incredible sensations and sounds, listening to her as well as himself, his body primed for every whisper of a touch as he felt her tease herself further with his shaft and he was pulling tightly at the bindings trying to find some slack to be able to push himself down into her, wanting her with every thrumming fibre of his being as he moaned gutturally, feeling like he was losing his mind to her careful ministrations...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 21:50:52</strong>
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				She was so hot, so excited, she thought she might come practically just from touching his cock to her heated pussy.&nbsp; The sight of him, tied and helpless beneath her, only served to drive her libido mad.&nbsp; Knowing he could feel every stroke, that he was tormentingly aware every time she dragged his cock up and down her slippery slit, had her climaxing in a matter of minutes.&nbsp; She didn't try to hide her gasping breaths or her moans of pleasure, knowing that he couldn't find such a release.&nbsp; At the height of her pleasure, she stilled, grasping the base of his shaft tightly as she tossed her head back. "OH, god!! Damn!!" <br><br>She lifted her head, still riding the waves of ecstasy, panting for breath, watching his face, reading his torment as she enjoyed what he couldn't have.&nbsp; "Oh, damn, that feels so good."&nbsp; The muscles in her thighs were still trembling as she reached down to twist the scarf around his erection and his balls rather sharply even as she slid him right to the entrance to her sheath, its muscles still contracting as though he were inside her.&nbsp; She held him there,&nbsp; his tip just inside her as she twisted his bonds just to the edge of pain.<br><br>"Why didn't I do this months ago?" she breathed, letting go of the base of his manhood, her other hand still twisted in the length of silk.&nbsp; She stroked his thigh as she held him just inside her.&nbsp; "Do you want to come now, Dane?&nbsp; Do you think you've earned it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 18:04:41</strong>
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				He moaned harshly into the gag as she teased herself with him, hearing her breathing change as she dragged his sensitive tip up and down her pussy lips until finally he could hear her getting close, he tugged at the restraints wanting desperately to be free, to sink himself into her heat and yet knowing he was at her mercy, but then she was grasping at his base painfully, in his state the pain slipped into pleasure and he cried out with frustration as she climaxed against him, using him...&nbsp; He maned as he pulled again at the bonds, feeling the heat of her body against his, the trembling of her muscles, and then she was twisting the scarf tighter around him and he was crying out in pain/pleasure...<br><br>His body was trembling as sensations washed over him, the pain making him throb all the more intensely, the throbbing heightening his state of arousal all the more, the arousal increasing his sensitivity, and then he was gasping as she pressed herself onto him so that his tip was surrounded in her heated sex.&nbsp; He cried out again as she twisted the scarf, and he was struggling against the bonds, still amazed at how the initial pain could be translated so immediately into&nbsp; pleasure that sent ripples to his very core, making his mind reel as he almost sobbed for release, wanting to please her, pleasure her, do whatever she wished of him...<br><br>He was only vaguely aware of her voice at first, it taking his concentration to focus on it over the sensations that were ripping through him, but when she asked he begged into the gag, his voice twisted into pleading, mewling sounds as he begged her for release, telling in the garbled way the gag twisted his voice he would do whatever she wished, whatever she demanded, if she would just let him cum...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:15:32</strong>
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				Her whole body was tingling, alive with pleasure.&nbsp; Watching him writhe and hearing him moan only stoked the fire of her arousal.&nbsp; The jolts of pain she could practically see shivering through his body as she wrenched at his genitals were like shocks of pleasure in her own body.<br><br>"You've been good, Dane.&nbsp; And this is your first night."&nbsp; She knew he could take more.&nbsp; But she was dying to see him struggle as he came, not able to control his body in the slightest.&nbsp; She knelt between his legs and gently, slowly,&nbsp; untied the scarf from around his cock and balls, not touching them other than the occasional brush of her fingers.<br><br>She leaned in, kissing the delicious spot where his thigh met his body, sinking her teeth lightly into the skin, reveling in the fact that he couldn't move away, even if&nbsp; he wanted to.&nbsp; "You've been so good.&nbsp; I have so much more to give you."&nbsp; She spoke against his skin as she wrapped the silk around his cock, one, two three times, clothing it in the beautiful orange fabric.<br><br>Wrapping her hands around the soft cloth, she began to slowly stroke up and down, using the silk to pleasure him.&nbsp; "You can come now, darling.&nbsp; It had better be good.&nbsp; I want to hear you moan and scream, I want to see that body twitch, and if I don't like it, it may be the last one I ever give you."<br><br>She slid the silk up and down his length, her grip firm enough for him to know she was there, contrasting with the softness of the fabric.&nbsp; "That's it, lover.&nbsp; Come for me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 17:31:08</strong>
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				He barely heard, or rather <em>understood</em>, her words as she spoke, his mind was reeling with the sensations and sounds and scents, and he was almost overloaded with what she was doing to him, never before had he experienced anything so intense, and he had not even been allowed to cum yet...&nbsp; The thought of being allowed, or not allowed, to cum provoked a harsher response from him never having been denied in this way, and he was tugging and struggling against the bonds desperately...<br><br>When he felt her shift between his legs and her hands moving and untying the scarf his struggling lessened and he forced himself to focus more on what she had said, his breathing was harsh and came with moans and sighs almost constantly, both twisted into stranger sounds by the gag that filed his mouth.&nbsp; Every touch sent jolts through him and as the restraint around his abused shaft lessened it was taking everything he had not to climax as she had not allowed him to yet, he moaned harshly as another touch brushed his thigh and her teeth nipped the skin, making his back arch away from the bed...<br><br>The fact she said she had so much more to give made his imagination run wild, wondering what else other than this there was, and then the silk was slipping around his shaft, caressing deliciously along his length and the oversensitive tip making tremors pass through him as the nerve endings screamed with pleasure...&nbsp; Then her hand tightened around him and began to move, her words giving him the freedom he wished he cried out as her hand pumped up and down, his climax had been so close and it took little now to bring it to the fore, for a moment he resisted, trying to hold back as his entire body tightened, and then he slipped over the edge of ecstasy at her final words...<br><br>With a guttural cry into the gag, his back arched violently, and suddenly his mind exploded into bright white light, his balls tightened almost viciously and with a sudden harsh twitch his hot seed exploded from the tip of his powerfully pulsing shaft, his cry undulated as he writhed against the bonds, pulling hard against the restraints as spurt after spurt burst forth from him, for a moment it seemed that he was screaming her name though it was twisted by the gag, and then lost to panted gasps and moans, more cries as his body reacted harshly to his climax, and the moment seemed to last for an eternity...<br><br>Eventually his body relaxed and dropped back to the bed, his breathing harsh and uneven and his shaft twitching and trembling, tremors running up and down his arms and legs, through his body as h erode out the last moments of a climax the like of which he had never experienced before, until finally the bright white in his mind receded to be replaced once more by the darkness of the blindfold, accompanied by soft moans...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:57:44</strong>
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				God, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.&nbsp; The way his body shuddered, tensed, shivered.&nbsp; He seemed to climax with every nerve and muscle in his body.&nbsp; She stroked his thigh through it as her other hand continued up and down his pulsing cock.&nbsp; "That's it, sweetheart.&nbsp; Feels so good, doesn't it.&nbsp; So good.."<br><br>She hardly knew what she was murmuring, and she wasn't sure he was comprehending her words anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;She just wanted him to know she was there, wanted somehow to comfort him through the body-wracking orgasm.&nbsp; It was an odd impulse.&nbsp; Normally she'd find a way to cause some pain, to remind her partner how bound and helpless he was, hoping it would intensify the orgasm.<br><br>But now, all she could do was keep pumping her silk covered hand up and down him as he sprayed stream after stream of cum.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sounds he was making were driving her mad, unintelligible moans and whimpers, out-and-out screams.&nbsp; She was already addicted to those sounds, knew this one night would never be enough to satisfy her. <br><br>She continued to stroke and pump him, feeling like her hand was somehow pulling all of that delicious cum from him, wanting his pleasure to go on forever.&nbsp; "God, you're beautiful, Dane.&nbsp; So, so beautiful."&nbsp; <br><br>When it seemed finally over, when her hand and his thighs and stomach were covered in the evidence of just how intense his orgasm had been, she still stroked his cock, softly, for another few moments, finally letting go as she slid her body up beside his.&nbsp; She kissed his cheek, his forehead as she stroked his hair with surprisingly gentle fingers.<br><br>"Thank you.&nbsp; That was so amazing."&nbsp; She kissed his shoulder, his cheek again before getting up from the bed.&nbsp; In just a minute she was back, and she was cleaning his skin with a soft, warm washcloth.&nbsp; He was still bound, blindfolded and gagged, and she intended to leave him that way a little longer.&nbsp; She loved looking at him bound so tightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's it, darling.&nbsp; Catch your breath.&nbsp; Felt good, did it?"&nbsp; As she spoke, she stroked the cloth over his stomach and thighs, then finally unwrapped the silk scarf from his cock, cleaning that with the cloth as well.&nbsp; "Such a nice cock.&nbsp; I meant it when I said I had a lot to give you, Dane."<br><br>She left the bedroom again, leaving the air from the room to cool his damp skin.&nbsp; Finally, after several minutes, she came back, fingers reaching for his gag.&nbsp; She traced her index finger over his lower lip before finally untying it, tugging it free.&nbsp; She immediately followed with the blindfold.&nbsp; She needed to look into his icy eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd slipped on a nightgown, and she looked almost demure, almost like wholesome, innocent Crystal.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; "Heads or tails? Heads I untie you, tails I leave you all night."&nbsp; She smiled sweetly, her eyes meeting his.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 13:30:16</strong>
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				He had been barely aware of her voice, though subconsciously he could hear her, however his mind was too focused, almost completely consumed, by the intensity of the orgasm and the sensations coursing through his body, he felt her hand on his thigh as she milked him for everything he had, his body almost convulsing...&nbsp; Finally as he was starting to come down from the high he had become more aware of her soft words, and his oversensitive shaft pulsed almost painfully as she pumped the last from him, leaving him trembling in a delicious haze...<br><br>He swallowed behind the gag, throat feeling hoarse and sore, dry, as he felt her slid her body up beside his, feeling her kisses which drew soft moans from him as he tilted his head slightly in the direction of her gentle touch.&nbsp; He sighed softly at her words feeling more kisses and then feeling her move away from him, a soft forlorn sigh escaping him as he wondered whether she would now leave him bound there, but then she was back, washing away the evidence of the intense passion.&nbsp; His body was sore, his muscles were aching from straining against the bindings but he was surprised at how well he had been tied, he had not felt any undue constriction, in fact he realized he could probably be left like this for the night, a thought that both excited him and worried him...<br><br>His breathing was slowly returning to normal, though it took a little longer because of the gag but he was finding this also added a layer of excitement, and he found himself shifting slightly at her touch as she cleaned him, her words making him smile behind the gag, though he had to wonder what else she had to give, she had already given him so much...&nbsp; He heard her leave again and felt himself slowly cooling from the wiping with the damp cloth, and he relaxed against the bed, feeling somewhat spent though his predicament kept the excitement bubbling away within him.<br><br>When he felt her again she was close, and he tilted his head as her fingertip grazed his lip, wanting more of her touch, then when she moved to undo the gag he lifted his head slightly to make it easier, and shifted his jaw once it was removed working the kinks out from having been biting down and screaming into the gag with pleasure.&nbsp; The blindfold was removed shortly after and he blinked a few times, blue eyes readjusting to finally draw her into focus, the sight of her bringing a wonderful smile to his lips...<br><br>He smiled at the choice, but was torn between wanting to hold her in his arms for giving him such a wonderful experience, and remaining at her mercy bound as he was, after a moment's pause he spoke softly, his gaze taking her all in, "Head's if this isn't the end of this..." he said with a playful smile, "I want to hold you so badly..." he added longingly, before adding "Tails if this is the end, because this has been incredible..." he said tugging lightly at the bonds...&nbsp; He considered for a moment, before speaking again, "Of course, it's not really my choice..." he said gazing deep into her eyes for a moment, the playful smile revealing more of his inner thoughts than he cared to admit...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:00:03</strong>
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				She smiled, and the sweetness was gone, replaced with a mischievous but firm grin.&nbsp; "No, it's not is it?&nbsp; And since I'm sensing that you'd enjoy laying here tied up all night, you aren't going to get it.&nbsp; You get what I want, not what you want."<br><br>Her tone was teasing, but she did make good on her words, first untying his ankles, rubbing her hands over the skin that had been slightly abraded by the bonds.&nbsp; The silk was the most gentle thing she could have tied him up with, but he'd tugged hard.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned in to pinch one of his nipples one last time, for one reason because she could, and for another to show him she was still in charge.&nbsp; Finally she untied his wrists, trailing her hand down his arm with the last binding gone.&nbsp; <br><br>That done, she perched lightly on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "Tonight has been amazing.&nbsp; Whatever I might have said, I can tell you've never done this before.&nbsp; You did so well, although I took it easy on&nbsp; you."&nbsp; She winked at him, her eyes fixed on his.&nbsp; "And god, you were hot.&nbsp; I just want to say that I trust you completely.&nbsp; You know that if people knew this...this side of me, it would be bad for my career.&nbsp; And I know that with you, I don't need to worry about that.&nbsp; And I also know that when you're being my bodyguard, what you say goes.&nbsp; But in the bedroom...&nbsp; "<br><br>She trailed off, leaving the implication hanging, knowing he knew what she meant.&nbsp; "God, you're a wonderful plaything.&nbsp; And a hell of a man."&nbsp; She hoped he understood what she meant by that as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 17:16:18</strong>
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				He smiled at her words and the mischief in her grin, and then sighed softly as she first moved to untie his ankles, feeling her soft touch over the abrasions and then a soft moan escaped him as he pulled his legs together a little, feeling sore from pulling at the bindings so hard...&nbsp; Though he was tired and sore he could not help but wonder what else she might have in mind for him, considering the teasing she had given him, then as he was thinking she tweaked his nipple once more and he gasped, the abused nub throbbing painfully and yet feeling excited at the sensation.<br><br>Her touch on his arms as she untied his wrists was soft and caressing, and when free he slowly pulled his arms down from their position, feeling the ache in his shoulders and upper arms from the workout she'd given him.&nbsp; He rubbed his wrists slightly as she spoke, his gaze locking on hers as she winked at him, then an almost embarrassed smile caressing his lips as she praised him, never having been spoken to like that before...&nbsp; When she spoke of trust he became a little more serious, and the smile softened, though it became playful again as she trailed off at the word bedroom.<br><br>"You can trust me, just as I place my full trust in you..." he said softly, not realizing just how that statement could be taken, but it was spoken from the heart and he meant every word, "<em>No one</em> will know, and as long as you do as I say when we're in public for your protection, then I'm yours to do with as you wish in the bedroom..." he said, the tone serious at first, but becoming mischievous and teasing at the end...<br><br>When she spoke of him as a plaything he blushed again, realizing her had never had as much fun or such an intense orgasm before, and if this was her taking it light on him he almost trembled with anticipation at what else she could and would do to him, but right at that moment he leaned forwards gazing deep into her eyes, "And you are an incredible woman..." he said softly, smiling warmly at her as he started to move to draw her into his arms, though unsure whether she would want that...&nbsp; He was a little confused now, things had changed at least in this side of their relationship, ad now he wasn't sure how to act, particularly since they were still <em>in the bedroom</em> which they had just mutually agreed was <em>her</em> domain...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 05:29:34</strong>
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				She made it easy for him, sliding up into the bed, pulling a blanket up with her.&nbsp; "I've been fantasizing about tonight for a long time.&nbsp; And falling asleep with you was a big part of that fantasy.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want you to hold me while I sleep."&nbsp; She slid her body against his, trailing her foot up his calf.<br><br>"So, I was thinking..."&nbsp; She had rested her head on his shoulder.&nbsp; They <em>were</em> still in the bedroom.&nbsp; It <em>was</em> still her domain.&nbsp; And if she wanted a strong, muscular man to wrap his body around her after she'd spanked and dominated him all night, then that's what she'd have.&nbsp; <br><br>Her voice was soft against his skin, although her tone was still not the one he was used to, during the day, at rehearsals.&nbsp; "You did save me tonight, from that guy that jumped me.&nbsp; And I think that deserves a reward.&nbsp; Besides the one you already got tonight."&nbsp; She slid her foot further up his leg, rubbing her thigh along his cock.&nbsp; "So I've decided that when we're in the bedroom, you can call me 'Miss Amy'."<br><br>She pressed her body closer into him, enjoying the brush of her breasts against his skin.&nbsp; She had put on a silky robe when she'd left to get a washcloth to clean him, but it had slid partially open, and his skin was warm where hers brushed against it.&nbsp; "I know this is all new to you, but I hope that you'll see that for the reward that it is.&nbsp; And I hope I'm not assuming too much when I say that I'd very much like to do this again.&nbsp; And again."<br><br>She continued to rub her foot up and down his leg in a slow, stroking motion.&nbsp; "I was thinking that since tomorrow's a travel day and we won't be getting a hotel, maybe you could stay in my tour bus tomorrow night.&nbsp; I mean, after what happened tonight, I might not feel safe otherwise..."&nbsp; She kissed his throat lightly, stroking her tongue tantalizingly over his adam's apple.&nbsp; "What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 19:01:46</strong>
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				He couldn't help but sigh, almost feeling like it was a purr, as she slid up the bed next to him, drawing the covers up with her, and he naturally felt his arm move to allow her to come close to him, his arm looping around behind her to caress his fingertips lightly up and down her spine, teasing gently through the silk robe.&nbsp; At that moment he could think of nothing better than to lay with her, to hold her and he nodded at her words, shifting slightly to make sure she was comfortable as he held her close.<br><br>It was strange to him, this change between them, in that he had never had so much fun, or been so excited and intensely aroused before in his life, while being dominated by this incredible, beautiful, woman, and yet now they were cuddled close together as though it had all been perfectly normal...&nbsp; To someone who had known nothing but 'normal', it felt strange, and yet strange in an incredible, wondrous way.&nbsp; He felt her body pressed against him and felt the warmth of her skin against his own, the caress of her foot up his leg, and the brush of her thigh against his shaft, incredibly as they lay there he felt a slight throb in his shaft as her skin brushed against it, and though he had rarely ever been called upon to respond more than once in an evening, he found himself becoming aroused again, slowly to be sure, but it was definitely there...<br><br>When she spoke he felt her breath caressing his skin, and the warmth of her body and caress of her thigh against his cock made his arousal more obvious, he swallowed slightly, unsure what to do, when she mentioned what he could call her, and if it were possible it excited him further.&nbsp; "Thank you... Miss Amy..." he said softly, at first a little uncertain this being another first for him, but the moment he said it he felt a warmth wash over him and his shaft throbbed against the touch of her thigh as she pressed herself closer, feeling her breasts pressing against him, her nipples teasing his skin through the silk of the robe..<br><br>"N-no, Miss Amy...&nbsp; Not assuming too much...&nbsp; In fact, I'd love to do this again...&nbsp; Be honored to do this again with you...&nbsp; To be your...plaything..." he said, a little hesitantly as he reused the word she had used for him, and felt his arousal growing at the thought.&nbsp; He almost couldn't believe the effect she had on him, how easily she seemed to press his buttons, and yet he had been through the most intense sexual experience of his life, and his body was already yearning, almost begging, for more.&nbsp; He swallowed as she kissed his throat lightly, finding his head tilting naturally to allow he access to whatever she wanted as a sigh escaped his lips, a sigh that became intermingled with his words as he tried to speak, "Y-yes...&nbsp; Anything...&nbsp; I would not want you feeling unsafe..." he almost moaned out the words in a soft breath as her tongue teased his skin, his one hand caressing along her spine and up to the nape of her neck as his other hand softly caressed her thigh whenever it came close...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 17:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt completely sated and deliciously sleepy, wrapped in Dane's arms.&nbsp; She knew she was nodding off, but she couldn't resist.&nbsp; She wrapped her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking and teasing it, her eyes drifting shut.&nbsp; The thought of getting him aroused and then falling asleep and leaving him without release was tantalizing. <br><br>She rubbed her foot along his calf sleepily, her thumb circling the head of his penis and her tongue tickling the skin of his shoulder.&nbsp; "There's one thing I really want to do to you, Dane..."&nbsp; Her mouth was against his skin, her eyes closed.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want to fuck you from behind.&nbsp; I want you to think about that."&nbsp; She smiled and drifted off to sleep, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 18:03:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan escaped his lips as she teased his shaft, feeling his arousal increasing swiftly, though he could tell from her breathing she was slowly drifting off to sleep he wondered what it would feel like to be aroused and left wanting, wondering whether he would be able to sleep like that knowing he would want release, and yet now knowing he was hers to do with as she wished, and it was a state he had begged for...&nbsp; He had no idea a woman could drive him this insane with so little effort, but she did and he knew without a doubt he would do anything for her, and if that meant holding her while she slept while he lay frustrated, so be it...<br><br>She was incredible to him, and he was loving it...&nbsp; He moaned again, softly, not wanting to disturb her as she settled against him even though his shaft was already throbbing powerfully, amazed at how quickly she had woken his lust again, and he found himself shifting ever so slightly as her leg moved up his, her foot teasing up his calf as he thumb drove him crazy teasing over an already sensitive tip.&nbsp; When she spoke, his breath caught slightly, he had to focus to understand the words, but when she stated what she wanted he felt his ass tighten almost involuntarily and had to bite back a harsher moan...<br><br>She had teased him while he was tied, and had spoken, hinted, at what she might do bringing back thoughts of the few times he had stumbled across sites on the 'net, now to have her state it so boldly he felt his heart race, unsure what it would be like, what it would feel like particularly if she bound him as well as she did this night..&nbsp; His shaft pulsed at the thought strongly, but he could feel she was already drifting off to sleep leaving him painfully aroused, and his imagination running wild...<br><br>It took him a long time to settle, listening to her soft breathing, feeling her body pressed to his, holding him possessively, her hand still gripping his shaft leaving him hard and aroused throughout almost the entire night, until he finally slipped into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of her, and what she would do, or might do, or had done, which seemed to keep him on the edge for the entire night, his shaft gripped in her hand pulsing softly in time with his heartbeat...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 01:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy slept deeply and well, and woke up curled up against Dane.&nbsp; She smiled when she realized, stretching like a contented cat.&nbsp; Her hand still rested on his groin, and she couldn't think of a better way to wake up.<br><br>She woke <em>him</em> up by stroking his gorgeous cock until he was awake and hopefully hard.&nbsp; "Good morning, lover."&nbsp; She gave him&nbsp; a few more strokes, looking up into his face, her hair tumbling loose and her silky robe slipping off her shoulder to reveal one shapely breast.<br><br>"I don't think it's a good idea for you to drive the bus and be in charge of protecting me if you're distracted all day.&nbsp; And I know you had a rough night."&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, releasing his shaft.&nbsp; She knew he knew what she was talking about, how she'd stroked him to arousal then gone to sleep, leaving him hard and frustrated all night.<br><br>"So, in the interest of safety, I think you should get to cum this morning.&nbsp; Have I told you how much I enjoy watching a man pleasure himself?&nbsp; So why don't you take care of this..."&nbsp; She squeezed the base of his cock.&nbsp; "...and I'll watch.&nbsp; Good way to wake up, don't you think?"<br><br>Damn.&nbsp; She couldn't be more happy with how things had turned out.&nbsp; She'd dreamed of this for so long, wanted him forever.&nbsp; Now he was in her bed, under her thumb, and so damned delicious she was dying to just call off the tour and spend the day with him.&nbsp; She let go of him again and sat back on her side of the bed, looking over his body ravenously, settling in to enjoy the show.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:07:28</strong>
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				It didn't take much to wake him, even though he had spent several hours awake and frustrated, he had been a Marine and had been on several dangerous missions, not to mention his current job required him to be aware of his surroundings a great deal of the time so that it became instinctual, within a few caresses of her hand his instincts kicked in and his eyes opened, blinking as he awakened...&nbsp; It took only a few moments to remember what had happened, all the time her hand working on his shaft slowly, and within moments a soft moan escaped him as his shaft pulsed strongly in her hand.&nbsp; Between her touch, the night before and the way she had left him, he was almost painfully hard in moments and squirming slightly against her side.<br><br>It was, quite simple, the most wonderful way to be awakened, and to awaken next to her, this incredible, beautiful woman, took it to another, higher, level...&nbsp; Her words made him smile and he relaxed against her, his body having initially been tight, muscles tensed when he awoke, in case he had been needed to act.&nbsp; The vision of her smiling face with it's tumbling curls, and her breast revealed to him and pressed lightly against his side would more than likely keep a smile on his face for the entire day.&nbsp; When she spoke again it took him a moment to realize what she was saying, but found himself nodding, driving the bus itself took a lot of concentration, and protecting her would take more, they were not finished with the tour yet and he would need to remain alert in case the attack of the previous night had not been a one off.<br><br>A soft, almost sad, sigh escaped him when she released his shaft, but when she spoke again he found himself staring at her, a blush instantly visible on his cheeks, he had obviously pleasured himself in the past, all men did, but usually when they were alone and had no one, he had certainly never done such a thing when he was with anyone, and to do it while they watched...&nbsp; He swallowed, at first unsure whether he would be able to get over his embarrassment and he started to speak, though the words failed him, then she shifted on the bed, moving to a position where she could better watch, better see him pleasuring himself, and the look in her eyes told him better than anything that not only would she not take no for an answer, but it would please her greatly and pleasing her, making her smile perhaps even arousing her, were powerful reasons to get over his embarrassment.<br><br>He swallowed again and slowly, glancing at her, took himself in his hand, hardly having spoken mainly because he had not know what to say, but with a glance at her and the look in her eyes he slowly started to caress himself, slowly, almost clumsily at first, but then slowly getting more sure of it, his eyes locking on hers, letting his imagination run over everything she had already done, and everything she promised as yet to do, letting it aid him as his shaft harden almost noticeably and his breathing shifted into harsher breaths...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:25:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew it would embarrass him.&nbsp; That was why she'd asked.&nbsp; She wanted to keep him on edge, to let him know what he could do to please her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know what it was that turned her on so much watching him, but it did.&nbsp; So much.&nbsp; Possibly part of it was knowing it was something he'd probably only do for her.<br><br>She loved how he kept his eyes on her while he stroked himself, and she gave him a smile, letting him know with her expression how much he was pleasing her.&nbsp; "Oh, yes, sweetheart.&nbsp; That's a good show you're giving me.&nbsp; I could watch that every morning."<br><br>She never looked away as he continued to masturbate for her, let him feel intently watched the entire time.&nbsp; "Such a good job.&nbsp; You can come whenever you want. "&nbsp; She wanted him to know that even when he touched himself, she was in control, she decided that he could come or couldn't.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did you think about what I told you last night?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:31:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand was moving slowly but steadily on his hard shaft, his eyes occasionally half closing as the sensations washed over him, but whenever they were open they were locked with hers.&nbsp; His cheeks were tinged with a hot blush as this was another first for him, and the embarrassment and humiliation from doing this in front of her, in front of this beautiful woman while she sat and stared, was increasing by the moment, and yet so was his excitement and arousal...&nbsp; The conflict between the two sets of emotions was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and yet that about summed up everything that had happened since the evening before, <em>unlike anything he had ever experienced before</em>, and it excited him further.<br><br>When she smiled and spoke, complimenting him, his embarrassment almost got the better of him and his hand faltered momentarily, but the look in her eyes, the hunger and desire he thought he saw there, made him realize this was pleasing her greatly and, after a moment's hesitation, he continued...&nbsp; His hand knew the pressure to apply and how to caress just right, it was something every man knew, and yet he held back from release, not wanting to displease her, after all she had claimed him as hers, had called him her plaything...<br><br>Then she spoke again giving him leave to release whenever he wanted and a soft moan escaped him, his head dropping back onto the pillow as he pleasured himself, though he kept his eyes on her, feeling her control ad knowing he had been right to hold back until she allowed it, feeling himself getting closer causing his hips to shift slightly.&nbsp; Then she spoke again and his hand faltered once more, his cheeks burning at the question as he considered her words.<br><br>He had, indeed, thought about what she had said, in fact the mental imagery had in part served to keep him awake much of the night in a state of intense arousal, until finally he had fallen asleep, but having never considered such things before he worried what it meant.&nbsp; He knew her touch as he had been bound had been arousing, intensely so, even though touching him <em>there</em> had been momentary, and he had come across things on the 'net which had similarly aroused him, seeing a woman use a man in that way, and yet he did not what that meant.<br><br>In the military it had obviously been a taboo, and his upbringing had not prepared him for such things, but now with her he found his imagination running wild at the thought..&nbsp; He swallowed to try and get his voice back as he willed his hand to start moving again, realizing with some shame that he was harder now, if that were possible, and his shaft pulsed visibly, "Yes...&nbsp; Miss Amy...&nbsp; I did..." he said throatily, as his hips shifted in time with his hand once more, his breathing deep and irregular in his passion, and the tip of his tongue involuntarily appearing to moisten dry lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:01:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His body was beautiful.&nbsp; She could look at it all day, take in the muscular fitness of it, the way he moved.&nbsp; Even when he was fully clothed, he moved with a strong, athletic grace she loved to look at.<br><br>Right now he was putting on the best show.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't easy, that was obvious by his blush.&nbsp; Nothing worth doing ever was easy, in her opinion.&nbsp; And the fact that he was obviously loving being controlled by her as much as she was loving controlling him--she'd wanted him for so long, and to find out that he was into the things that turned her on was perfect, amazing.<br><br>His voice faltered when he answered her question.&nbsp; Or maybe it was because he was breathing hard due to his approaching orgasm.&nbsp; Either way, he hadn't really answered.&nbsp; She might normally punish him for that, and later, she still would.&nbsp; For now, she was enjoying watching him far too much.<br><br>"Very nice.&nbsp; You've obviously had some practice stroking that cock.&nbsp; From now on, I get to decide when you do that, too.&nbsp; If you get to do that.&nbsp; So enjoy it while you can this morning.&nbsp; It may be while before you get to come again at all."&nbsp; <br><br>She licked her lips in an unconscious mimic of his earlier action, as her eyes left his and focused on his hand sliding up and down his shaft.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 22:03:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she spoke his breathing skipped a beat once more, the obvious domination in her voice and words was incredibly intoxicating and arousing, to think she would control such a basic need to such an extent dragged a sudden, harsh moan from him and his hand faltered slightly as as strong wave of sensation washed over him...&nbsp; His back arched slightly and his head thrust back, and for a moment he thought he would cum but he held on, held back the impending climax, though he knew he could not hold it back much longer the way she looked at him drove him to give the best show for her he could, a thought that was in direct contrast to the harsher blush that colored his cheeks...<br><br>She was beautiful, incredible, and in such a short time he had become addicted to her, realized he would do anything for her, if last night or this morning was anything to go by he was hers, without reservation... His hand had started caressing his shaft once more as his eyes caught the sight of the tip of her tongue appearing, he didn't know what she meant by it being a while before he would be able to cum again, he only knew that moment and doing this for her...&nbsp; His hand moved a little harder, his free hand reaching above his head to clutch at the sheets as he shifted his feet a little, finding himself almost pumping his hips to thrust his shaft into his hand, his breathing was harsh to the point he was panting, and he found himself getting closer, and closer...<br><br>With a soft, strangled cry his back arched abruptly and his hand pumped suddenly once, twice, and then he exploded onto his belly and chest, his other hand and arm tightened reflexively at the sheets pulling them free from the head of the bed, as spurt after spurt of thick cum leaped forth from his pulsing shaft.&nbsp; His breathing came in harsh gasps as he rode out the waves of ecstasy, all the while with his eyes, when open, locked on hers, until finally he dropped back to the bed, panting and his body trembling, all from the effect she had on him and on everything she had sparked in his imagination...<br><br>It took a long moment to recover, his breathing catching a few times as he lay there panting, hoping he had pleased her as he found his voice once more, "I...did think about what you said, Miss Amy..." he said softly, feeling almost ashamed to admit it had been one of the things that had kept him up all night, and his confusion was obvious in his eyes, "I don't really...know...&nbsp; But, I know...I would do as you wished..."&nbsp; His voice was uncertain, and he stammered as he tried to get his thoughts and feelings out, the last few words coming as a rush and the look in his eyes telling her just how much the thought was affecting him, to be <em>hers</em> in that way...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 06:27:26</strong>
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				A smile of pleasure curved her lips as he came, her enjoyment in his self-pleasuring completely evident.&nbsp; She moved on her hands and knees up the bed.&nbsp; "That deserves a reward."&nbsp; And she gave him one, bringing her lips to his for a kiss, demanding, deep, and full of passion.&nbsp; &nbsp;She drew greedily at his lips, swept her tongue along his, sighing with satisfaction.<br><br>She'd carry the image of him, face contorted with pleasure, hand gripping the sheet, cum spraying over his muscled body, for some time in her mind.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine a better way to spend the morning.&nbsp; Once again, she heartily wished they didn't have to leave the hotel.&nbsp; She could show him new delights for days...<br><br>But she finally, reluctantly pulled away.&nbsp; "That was a good answer, by the way.&nbsp; You <em>would</em> do as I wished, wouldn't you?"&nbsp; She ran her fingers over his cheek.&nbsp; "I can see that you trust me.&nbsp; And that makes me very happy.&nbsp; I can't wait until we're done with the tour, and I can introduce you to all of the wonderful things I have at home.&nbsp; But we don't need them to have fun."<br><br>She reached out and ran her finger over his chest, running it through a&nbsp; pool of cum and fingerpainting over his skin with it.&nbsp; "Now, you'd better have a shower.&nbsp; I'll shower on the bus later." <br><br>She reluctantly climbed from the bed and headed for one of her suitcases, opening it and pulling out travel clothes, already having dismissed him.&nbsp; She tossed on sweatpants and a t-shirt, still cute ones though in case of paparazzi.&nbsp; With a smile she picked up one of the scarves she'd tied him up with, and the hairbrush she'd spanked him with, winking at him as she brushed her long, blond hair out and pulled it into a ponytail tied with the scarf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 02:12:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was panting harshly but his gaze took in the smile of pleasure on her lips and it made him happy to have pleased her so much. Tremors were still passing through him and he was slowly coming down from the high as she moved over to him and kissed him deeply, he sighed into the kiss responding as passionately as she, feeling her tongue trailing along his lips he obediently parted them, his own appearing to tease hers as he felt her sigh against him.&nbsp; The kiss seemed to last an eternity but eventually she pulled away, leaving him yearning for more, but he gazed up at her as she spoke of his answer, he nodded in reply that he would do anything for her, though he had little idea what exactly that could entail, tilting his head slightly to her caress.<br><br>As she trailed her fingertip over him he felt embarrassed to be 'painted' in such a way, and the now seemingly common blush burned his cheeks.&nbsp; He nodded at her words, watching for a moment as she got dressed looking as stunning and beautifully cute as ever, before turning to move to the shower.&nbsp; It didn't take him long to clean up, though he felt like he could have been in there longer, he knew, however, that she had a routine to keep and he should get to his own room to change into fresh clothes before any of the other personnel started turning up.&nbsp; Once clean and somewhat dried, he stepped back out heading for his clothes, he was somewhat excited again as his thoughts and imagination had been running wild while he showered, but seeing her he smiled and spoke mindful they were still in her 'domain'.<br><br>"You look beautiful, as always Miss Amy...&nbsp; But I should go and get ready before the others start to show?" he said the last phrased as a question, he was still uncertain where the line was drawn between their respective domains, and he wanted to make sure he pleased her as that was becoming the only thing on his mind now...&nbsp; Other than to ensure her safety, he added silently to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:31:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled.&nbsp; And stepped out into the living room, making it obvious that a boundary had been crossed.&nbsp; Somehow, she even looked different--she carried herself differently, her expression had changed.&nbsp; She was sweet, wholesome Amy.<br><br>When she stepped out the door, she'd be sweet, talented Crystal.&nbsp; She'd obviously already had a lot of practice in compartmentalizing her life.&nbsp; She turned to face Dane with a smile.&nbsp; A normal, non-predatory smile.&nbsp; Oh, she still wanted to do so many things to and with him, but it wasn't written on her face.<br><br>"That sounds like a plan.&nbsp; I'll call the front desk once you're gone and have them come get my luggage.&nbsp; But&nbsp; I won't go downstairs until you come get me. I know the rules."&nbsp; She smiled and walked over to the small kitchenette area, found a bottle of water and took a long sip.&nbsp; "We can get breakfast on the road.&nbsp; For some reason, I'm famished."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 17:05:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled slightly and nodded, though he was still a little uncertain about the shift between them, he decided not to think about it too much at that moment. He dressed quickly in the clothes he had come in, intending to change quickly when he got to his assigned room, made sure he had everything with him, and moved towards the door.<br><br>He paused there for a moment and looked back at her, the change that had come over her from one persona to the next made him smile again knowing her secret was safe with him, no matter what.&nbsp; He had, he reflected, the most intense time he had ever had and found himself yearning for more, though the details were fuzzy over just what 'more' entailed, he realized he wanted nothing more than what she could give, everything she could give.<br><br>He had never felt this connection to anyone before, and it surprised him, but now was not the time to dwell as time was marching on and they still had a schedule to keep, though he wished it were not so.&nbsp; He turned and smiled more openly to her, "I'll be back in a few minutes, Mis..&nbsp; I mean...&nbsp; Amy..." he said, correcting himself and reminding himself that she was <em>Crystal</em> when he came back for her, his gaze taking her in and loving what he saw...<br><br>But time was of the essence.&nbsp; He stepped out and made his way quickly to his own room, he changed in record time and gathered his few belongings, moving quickly enough he met the hotel staff as they arrived to grab her cases, allowing him to drop off his own with them as well.&nbsp; He had changed into something more casual, blue jeans, boots, t-shirt and a jacket, but he was no less the bodyguard, the point being not to draw too much attention to her as they left and boarded their bus.<br><br>"Ready?" he asked, holding his hand out to her allow him to lead her down the side elevator and out to the waiting bus.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 01:30:19</strong>
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				She'd never had a problem keeping her personal and public lives separate.&nbsp; And she'd never worked with any of her past lovers.&nbsp; It had seemed like it would be easy.&nbsp; But looking now at Dane, fresh from a shower and smelling like soap and aftershave, his shirt contoured to his muscles and his slacks showing off that gorgeous ass...&nbsp; It was going to be harder than she'd thought.<br><br>On the other hand, she'd been ogling him for years without being able to touch.&nbsp; She smiled and took his hand, keeping her face cool.&nbsp; <br><br>As they hit the lobby, she slipped on her designer sunglasses.&nbsp; The sun was bright, and besides, the paparazzi loved to think she was trying to slip by them and they'd caught up to her.&nbsp; She kept behind Dane, just like she was supposed to, making herself keep her eyes from his backside.<br><br>Other security staff joined them and cameras went off from several people outside the hotel.&nbsp; She signed a few autographs, talked to a couple reporters, then begged off, claiming they had&nbsp; tight schedule. It was true.<br><br>She had completely forgotten about the man who grabbed her the night before until she saw someone standing at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a long black coat that was entirely too warm for the weather and a pair of dark glasses.<br><br>She squeezed Dane's hand, knowing he saw the same thing. Fortunately, they were nearly to the tour buses.&nbsp; Two carried the band, with a freight truck hauling their stage equipment.&nbsp; She, of course, had her own, outfitted quite richly.&nbsp; As much as she hated traveling by bus some days, she was glad to see the hulking vehicle with her name on the side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:04:17</strong>
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				He could almost feel her looks, and it made him excited to think about it, and to think about her, as well as what she had done to him last night, what she still planned to do to him, it was almost too much, particularly in the close confines of the elevator as it rode down to the street level.&nbsp; However, the press of people that started to converge on them as they made for the bus was more than enough to switch himself off to those emotions, and to switch back into security mode.&nbsp; He had been in touch with several of his team as they rode the elevator down, ad now as they walked swiftly the other team members moved to keep the paparazzi and onlookers separated from them, allowing 'Crystal' and her bodyguard a relatively easy time of it.<br><br>He paused as she waved and greeted, as she signed autographs and spoke to fans, all the while his eyes scanned the crowd, remembering the incident from the previous night clearly and knowing in his gut he didn't believe it was a one off, knowing in his gut someone had orchestrated the whole affair.&nbsp; By the time 'Crystal' had seen the man, Dane had already sent two security members in his direction and was ushering her towards the bus, the look and dress was too obvious though, stood out from the crowd too much, so much so that the moment his team had been sent to check the figure out, he had pulled the others in tighter to ensure no one slipped past as he anticipated another bait and switch...<br><br>Within another few steps, and with 'Crystal' begging leave from the crowd while Dane watched the figure bolt from his security team from the corner of his eye, they had reached the bus, stepping past her with the other security closing ranks behind her, he boarded and thoroughly checked the vehicle, weapon in hand.&nbsp; A moment later his hand held out to her, he helped her on to the bus and nodded for his men to secure the door, within another moment the sound from outside lessened considerable, and they were sealed, alone, within the safe confines of the bus.<br><br>The tinted glass afforded privacy, and the bulletproof nature he had insisted upon afforded safety, after another glance at her which accompanied a smile holding a hint of relief, he moved towards the cab up front and started the vehicle moving forwards slowly.&nbsp; His team quickly dispersed the crowd and boarded one of the other buses, or moved to security vehicles, and within a moment they were on their way.&nbsp; He spent a few minutes as they slowly made their way out to the open road talking with the security team, but with a resigned sigh he heard that the figure had slipped away, and no evidence could be found, with a slight shake of his head he glanced over at her, "How you holding up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bodyguard (TyCaine and Hera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 05:42:25</strong>
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				The large bus was very little like a bus inside.&nbsp; Built almost like a trailer from a movie set, it contained everything she'd need to live comfortably on the road: small kitchenette, living/dining area with a comfortable L-shaped tan sofa-bench around a table, mini bar, tiny bathroom, and in the back a small bedroom.&nbsp; The windows were tinted, so the bus occupants could see out but nobody could see in.&nbsp; A door separated the main compartment from the driver.<br><br>Amy sat now on the sofa, still gripping Dane's hand.&nbsp; "I'm fine.&nbsp; I just don't understand what this is all about."&nbsp; She let go to stand up and pace across the tiny area.&nbsp; "What's wrong with people?"&nbsp; The bus started moving, smoothly and quite slowly as the driver navigated around the photographers and other traffic.<br><br>"Doesn't matter, though.&nbsp; We're on our way to Vegas!"&nbsp; She smiled, dropping back on the sofa.&nbsp; By midnight or so, they'd be in the vibrant city, where she was performing at the MGM Grand Garden Arena for one night.&nbsp; &nbsp;And they were heading west, getting closer every day to California, the end of their tour and home.&nbsp; <br><br>The bus was moving now, smoothly although still slowly enough that it was obvious they hadn't hit the freeway yet.&nbsp; She looked at Dane out of the corner of her eye, not able to resist conjuring the image of him strapped to the table they sat at, head hanging back, body straining...<br><br>She shook her head and reached behind her on a small shelf to grab a notebook.&nbsp; "I've got some songs to work on.&nbsp; Oh, tomorrow night after the concert, I'm supposed to go out with Paul.&nbsp; I guess we'll need you to come too, considering what's been happening."&nbsp; She paused for a minute, wondering if she should say anything.&nbsp; "You've probably already figured it out, but Paul isn't really into my type."&nbsp; Not that she hadn't tried changing the handsome singer's point of view on that.&nbsp; "We have the same manager.&nbsp; It's publicity."<br><br>She wondered how she could get hold of some of the things she wanted when they stopped in Vegas, the trappings of her next fantasy, the things she needed to do the things to Dane that she was dying to do.&nbsp; It was hard, being "Crystal".&nbsp; It wasn't like she could show up at a sex shop without having her picture slapped across every tabloid around.&nbsp; Something occurred to her, and a slow smile spread across her face.<br><br>She turned her attention to the notebook, scribbling furiously in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her free hand reached up to twirl the scarf in her hair around her fingers--one of the scarves that last night had tied him to her bed.&nbsp; She flipped to a new page and kept writing, obviously on a streak.
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