The Guardian: A NOVEL

by Pamela Ann

  Her lids fluttered open. Her gaze adjusted. “What’s that?” she asked, staring past the one-way mirrored wall and into the spotlight—an exhibition of the famed Japanese art of binding.

  “Kinbaku.”

  “Tight binding,” she whispered chokingly, immediately grasping my intent. “Is she okay?”

  My eyes took in the hanging petite figure. The beautiful binds intricately held her captive, holding her imprisoned, powerless to stop whatever was to come her way.

  “The club buys a woman’s virginity for a million. The woman has to meet every aspect required. They only accept the very best. It’s merely a one night contract, and she gets the opportunity to choose which willing member to break her hymen.”

  She tilted her head to the side, needing to connect her gaze to mine. “Have you done it? I mean, this isn’t your first time here…”

  “No, I don’t like to participate in exhibitions, nor do I appreciate an audience. I prefer the background and just be an observer, nothing more.”

  “You’ve brought a woman here, too?”

  I shook my head before leaning into her ear. “No, you’re the first one…and the only one I’ll fuck, too.”

  “Good,” she said. “I like knowing I’m sharing something special with you.”

  “You have no idea, kitten.” My hand connected with her arse, whacking it hard. “You’ll know just how much soon enough.” Retreating away from her upper body, I glided my middle finger down her arse to her pussy and was welcomed by dripping slickness.

  Gisele whimpered, frenziedly undulating her hips as she tried to press her cunt on my finger, earnestly begging for release. Prolonging her torture, I immediately withdrew, getting to my feet as she hissed out in frustration.

  “Keep your eyes ahead. Watch everything. Don’t speak. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

  She responded with an agonized sob, loathing my delaying tactic. While the virgin began to thrash when a member pleasured her with his tongue, I took hold of the paddle, needing to deliver my promise.

  And I did.

  The first smack caught her by surprise. Her form immediately went rigid. She didn’t cry out until the third one. My measured strikes weren’t all that hard, but they were enough to leave her bottom red, hot to the touch. She was so drenched her essence dripped down her thighs.

  Palming her brightened cheeks, I soothed her ample mound as she scrutinized the scene unfolding before her, how the virgin was about to get fucked. The well-endowed member propelled with might, shoving his cock into the virgin’s cunt, making her huff and scream in earnest.

  As I couldn’t hold back any longer, I mounted her behind, roughly filling her pussy with hard savage fucks as I bottomed all the way into her depths, lancing my cock deep into her cervix.

  Her sopping wetness made her passage pliable to take all of me. But even still, her tightness squeezed every inch of me. Her greedy cunt suctioned the tip of my cock-head each time I bruised into her womb. Gripping the binds on her wrists, my other hand snaked around her neck, grasping it with ferocity as I fucked her harder, harsher as my hold intensified, limiting her airway, choking her just as her cunt muscles locked on my shaft, strangling my cock. In one rapacious thrust, we both came in shattering release.

  “Christ,” I thundered out with pleasure upon completion. Using my hand that still held her throat, I pivoted her face towards my own, meeting her lips as I slowly withdrew my manhood halfway.

  “Baby,” she headily moaned as she pushed her arse out, burying my cock in her pussy once again. “Again. I need you again…and again.”

  After witnessing the erotic scene before her, the massage, and the spankings—all those experiences triggered something within her because Gisele couldn’t get enough sex. But after the fifth time, I knew it was time to head back to the hotel, or I’d be too spent to even wake up for tomorrow’s meeting.

  Above all things, business always came before pleasure. But tonight, I wished my responsibilities didn’t weigh in my life so damn much.

  27

  Jared

  It was sometime in the early hours of the morning when I woke up to Gisele sitting on my shaft, grinding her pussy on my seemingly aroused manhood. My hands gently rubbed the sides of her thighs. “Good morning.” I loved being awakened like this, but more importantly, it meant so much more that she couldn’t get enough of me.

  “Morning,” she mumbled as she slowed down but never stopped her ministrations before leaning over to sensually kiss me. Her tongue teased, and her teeth nipped, drawing a long, drawn-out groan out of me. “Sorry I tried to be gentle. It worked the first time.”

  “First time?”

  “You already came. I’m quite surprised you were asleep the entire time.” She grinned impishly. “I’m pretty swollen, but my clit throbs…This soothes it.”

  Oh, yeah…I’m sure it does. Even though the room was dark, her silhouette outlining her gorgeous body made me groan.

  “What have I turned you into, hm?” My hands generously cupped her firm bottom, taking over her ministrations as I glided her slits on my length. Her clit frenziedly stroked my sensitive mushroomed head with intense ferocity, rocking her back and forth on my girth without mercy.

  It didn’t take long for me to ejaculate. I supposed it was how Gisele had begun dominating in the bedroom that had turned me on so much. My euphoria quadrupled when she took my shaft into her mouth, milking it dry.

  “OH. FUCK. ME.” My eyes rolled to the back of my skull from her furious sucking skills. Her mouth was a vacuum, forcing all of my semen out of my balls as she frantically suctioned it all, moaning and groaning to the very last creamy bead. She slurped it all without hesitation.

  Holy fuck. No one had ever done it willingly. Women normally did it knowing there was a favor to be asked later. Cars, properties, jewelry, vacations, money—name it. None of the women I had dated would freely give head. They found it debasing, as if they were too good to suck and swallow my load. But not Gisele, it seemed… “Good God, woman!”

  She ardently moaned while bobbing her head on my length still, even though I’d drained all of my seed. Her tongue twirled and swirled before concentrating on the head. She gently kissed it and let out a melodious, satiated sigh. “I love your taste. Never let it go to waste. I want all of it.”

  Pulling her soft body next to mine, I held her close, breathing her in. My face nestled into her neck, sated and blissful with her next to me. “I’ve created a cock fiend. How am I going to keep up?”

  She giggled, holding my arm tightly across her firm stomach. “It’s all right, old man. I can take the reins while you sit back and watch me.”

  I playfully bit her neck for calling me an old man. But what the hell? I worshiped her. Now that I knew how it was to be with her in every sense of the word, I quite regretted how I had actually run away from this. It was mad, truly, but what in the bloody hell was I thinking?

  “Jared?” she sleepily asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “Thank you for bringing me here. I’m having the best time of my life. So, thank you. I needed this break to feel whole, to be alive again. I’ve forgotten that, you know…and being here with you, just living by the moment…You have no idea what it’s done to me. I truly feel uplifted.”

  I could’ve said sorry for the past, for pushing her away, but it seemed asinine to apologize right this instant, not when we were sharing this amazing intimacy. When the time was right, maybe she and I would hash out and bring all the problems and misunderstandings to the forefront, but for the time being, I simply wanted to savor every glorious second of being with her. For years after Paige, I’d never experienced this feeling. I was at peace. My brain wasn’t hounded by work or the past and memories of Paige and Penny.

  The sun was rising, and I knew I’d never felt more at home and satisfied than being wrapped in Gisele’s arms. With her, all that mattered was this…just comfortable silence.

  My mind was quiet. The world hus
hed. And as I felt our hearts beating, I knew from here on out, giving up on this beautiful woman was out of the question.

  28

  Jared

  I arrived at the lunch meeting alone. She and I fought for a good hour because she kept insisting on joining me. But I simply wouldn’t let her. Not when she was in great pain. Gisele had a bad case of cramps. It was a rather severe, to the point that she was hunched, squirming in agony. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom without vehemently hissing and groaning. And even though she’d taken some aspirin, she hadn’t fully recovered yet. So, after ensuring that all the food I had ordered from room service was laid out on the table, I kissed her goodbye. Stubborn as she was, she wouldn’t even muster to look at me, but giving in to her request was out of the question. She could pout and stomp all she liked, but her health always had to come first.

  So, I left and continued to the meeting with the Kagami brothers. After explaining Gisele’s unfortunate circumstance, they made sure to send her some flowers before we lunched and carried on discussing business. It took about two hours after we finally signed and closed the deal.

  Since it was Saturday afternoon, I had high hopes that Gisele and I would do some sight-seeing while we were here. Although I’d been here so many times in the past, I had never truly experienced the exhilarating city with someone else. But the moment I walked into my suite, the minx ran into my arms before jumping and clinging onto me, wrapping her naked body around mine, implicitly kissing me, explicitly seducing my senses. Full throttle.

  “I need you inside me, Jared.”

  Breaking away from her succulent lips, I peered down and eyed her skeptically. “Kitten, I want you, too, but you’re swollen, not to mention you had this frightful bout of cramps. Maybe I went too deep last night…so we’ll take it slow, okay?”

  She blew out a breath. “We’ll just have to be creative. How does a long, hot, sensual bath sound for a start?” Her eyes sparkled as she madly beamed at me, her sole dimple dipping in on the side of her cheek, making me grab her face and kiss her senselessly.

  How could I resist such charm? So, I obliged her. We spent quite a great deal bathing, rubbing, and kissing. Gisele proved to be quite skilled. She actually massaged my neck and shoulders just as well as the dorei from last night while I melted against her chest, groaning with satisfaction. Apparently, she and her mother Edna had gone to a reflexology class, teaching where each important point of the body was and how much pressure to be applied. Her hands were magic, and if I wasn’t already married to her, I’d have proposed right then and there.

  Evidently, her touch became my weakness.

  There was a roster of activities I ensured we’d participate and explore in. I ensured other plans. Audrey, my assistant, had emailed me everything. But somehow, each one of those plans got squashed since we could barely manage to get out of bed. One could imagine the gravity of getting us out of the suite. It was inconceivable.

  After waiting twenty-fours of celibacy, we went at it like rabid rabbits. It was nonsensical, pure madness, and I had never felt better. I was breaking my patterns, and although it was quite troubling to say the least, it was also refreshing for a change. It seemed I also needed this—needed her to show me how to feel alive. And since we were pressed for time and scheduled to leave the next day, we knew our time together was drawing to a close.

  After all, the subject of divorce had yet to be discussed.

  The ill-gotten word didn’t come up until we were three hours in the air, traveling across the Pacific on our way home to San Francisco, after we had just experienced another hard, mind-numbing, sweaty session. We were in bed, limbs tangled together. Our breaths had just begun to regulate evenly when Gisele decided to break the ice.

  “I know it might seem tacky to bring this up after we just had sex…but when do you plan on divorcing me? I need a timeframe, Jared.”

  Damn it. Damn it all to fuck.

  Shifting my body so I could lean against the headboard, I gravely stared at her while my mind drew a blank.

  Divorce. She still wants a bloody divorce!!!

  “Jared?” her pretty face contorted, rather impatient to hear my response.

  Groaning frustratingly, I ran a hand through my hair before letting out a heavy sigh. “Must we do this now?”

  “It’s important to me that we do.”

  But why? I wanted to yell back but refrained from lashing out. Hadn’t the past days convinced her to simply drop the damn subject of leaving me? Fuck.

  “All right,” I gritted out, closing my eyes as I rested my head on the headboard because the thought of looking at her while discussing her freedom made me all sorts of mental. “Tell me what you want and when you intend for it to happen, and I’m warning you, propose something reasonable. Don’t request for next week or the next month because it’s not happening anytime soon.”

  “One year from our wedding day.”

  CHRIST! She didn’t even take a minute to come up with an answer. She immediately had one ready.

  Well…that said it all.

  Japan hadn’t swayed her firm decision. The polar opposite of my mind. So…this whole time, was she simply performing just as I asked? I did state that the better her performance, the higher the chances I’d lessen the years. She had delivered her end of the bargain with flying colors. Evidently, it was my turn to bring my end of the deal.

  My throat ached. “All right. In eight months’ time, your wish will come true.”

  “Oh, my God! Thank you, baby!” she flung herself towards me, kissing me fully on the lips.

  “Of course, I promised,” I rigidly said as I hastily slipped out of the bed, immediately needing space from her. Without looking back, I strode towards the closet and pulled out a black shirt and matching jeans. Normally, I’d shower after sex, but I needed to think. An impossible feat when she was so close to me.

  “Where are you going? I thought you said we’d be spending the entire duration of the flight in between the sheets?” she stiffly asked, somewhat pleading. “Come back to bed…”

  Grudgingly, I mustered a faint smile before directing my eyes towards where she nakedly sat amongst the wrinkled sheets, a chaotic bath of feathered pillows scattered about the bed. Her disheveled hair and red swollen lips begged for me to come to her…

  “I have to work for an hour or two…Go nap. I’ll be back before you know it.” But how could I when we were on a different wavelength yet again? We never seemed to see eye to eye. The moment I stopped running, she was preparing to dash.

  Bloody hell. There was no point in any of this, so before I got even more invested with her, I might as well halt it.

  My mind was in deep turmoil, yet I still managed to be consumed with work while the back of my mind kept reminding me to stop thinking about her. Yesterday, I was toying with the idea of continuing our affair, but it was unlikely now. The moment we landed, two limos would be waiting for us, one taking the other to a different direction. This wouldn’t have been a hardship had I not reveled in her body for the past four days. But I had. I had taken a bite from the forbidden fruit, and I was irreparably consumed by her body, mind, and soul. Nor did it help that last night, before we fell asleep, she murmured how much she loved me, but she was experiencing the heady, glowing aftermath of our lovemaking, so it didn’t count.

  Nevertheless, I had to respect her decision, no matter how much I detested the idea of her being free to marry another man.

  FUCK.

  My gut churned as I breathed through my nostrils. My chest felt affronted by the quick influx of air bathing my lungs. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shut my eyes, reprimanding myself to get it together.

  Waiting a few minutes, the second my lids peeled open, my thoughts shutdown, solely focusing on the gargantuan work before me. Instincts took over. Just like riding a bicycle, my mind homed in, speedily zooming in on work and nothing else. My unbreakable concentration lasted for several hours, up until they served us dinner, and t
he crux of my misery sauntered out of the bedroom with merely one of those wretched silk robes on that I was starting to despise with a passion. That blasted robe had played its bloody role well, too. It had bloody teased me, and I had lost count of how many times I’d slipped it off her body before fucking her on the nearest flat surface.

  “Are you not going to join me?” she daringly sat across from me, eyeing me patiently as I relentlessly continued working.

  Without glancing at her, I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”

  “All right.” She let out a melancholy sigh as she lifted a glass to her lips.

  I had an inkling she might try to distract me, but even though her plan was working, I would carry on with the pretense that her presence wasn’t destabilizing my focus. So, she quietly ate for God knows how long—it felt like forever, but it was roughly about half an hour.

  As she thanked the stewardess, I waited with bated breath for her to retreat back into the bedroom. She hesitantly stood up, frowning at me, and just when she was about to walk away, she halted again before her hand found its way to the laptop then brazenly tilted the screen, provoking me to no end. “We need to talk.”

  Blinking at her, I tried to remain calm and unperturbed. “Go on.”

  “Not here.” She pleaded before her hand fully slammed the screen shut. Before I could manage to think, Gisele swiftly took hold of my hand, as if she needed some sort of connection to me. “So, can we talk in the bedroom, Jared, or are you going to make this difficult, too?”

  Merely nodding, I got up but made sure to slip my hand out of her grasp. She hatefully eyed my newly released hand but said nothing as she led the way back to the bedroom. The second the door shut behind me, her claws were back.

  “Are you kidding me, Jared? Why the heck are you treating me like shit again?” Gray eyes dangerously gleamed at me, edging back to insanity.