Chapter 38 Vignette 37
The ink was barely dry on the contract when he stepped into the room. Tall, silent and dangerous. The bodyguard she’d only seen in the background before today was suddenly standing before her like the second clause of her fate.
Clause Seven: The bride agrees to a private assessment to ensure her full cooperation within the marriage.
It had sounded clinical on paper. Legal. Hollow.
But nothing about the way he looked at her now felt hollow.
“You requested this,” he said, voice deep and low, almost unreadable. “You want to prove you’re ready. Voluntarily.”
She nodded, slowly. Her pulse betrayed her—throbbing in her throat, her chest, her wrists where her hands fidgeted in her lap.
“You can still say no.” His gaze was steady, locked on her eyes. “But if you don’t... I won’t go easy.”
That warning made her spine straighten—and her breath hitch. She wasn’t sure if it was fear. Or something more dangerous.
She stood up, tugging the silk robe tighter across her body. It was too thin. Too revealing. Her husband-to-be had chosen it—just like he’d chosen this man to test her limits.
“Then don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t go easy.”
His jaw flexed. Something shifted in his eyes—not surprise, but something close to restraint snapping.
He crossed the room in a few silent steps, the air thickening as he neared. He didn’t touch her—yet. But his presence alone pressed against her like heat, like gravity.
“Tell me your safe word,” he said.
She exhaled slowly. “Velvet.”
“Good.”
Then he reached for her wrist, not with force, but with command. And when his fingers brushed her skin, it was like lightning traveled up her arm and bloomed under her skin.
She gasped, and he leaned closer—close enough for her to feel the low rumble of his voice against her cheek.
“Lesson one,” he whispered. “Obedience doesn’t mean silence. I want to hear every sound you make.”
He didn’t move. Not right away. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist, firm but not painful. His voice had dropped to something low, almost reverent—as though she were something sacred he had no right to defile, yet couldn't help but reach for.
“Lesson two,” he said at last, releasing her hand with deliberate slowness. “You follow without hesitation.”
She swallowed, unsure where to place her hands now that they were her own again.
“Sit,” he commanded, motioning to the leather chair by the fire.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second—not out of defiance, but out of nerves. The intensity in his eyes didn’t waver.
So she sat. Quietly. Obediently. Her knees pressed together, hands clasped in her lap. Her silk robe whispered across her thighs as she settled into the seat.
He circled her slowly, like a predator not quite ready to pounce. She could feel his presence behind her, the heat of his gaze trailing along her spine.
“Lesson three,” he murmured behind her ear, “You ask for what you want—but only when I let you.”
Her breath caught. The air between them felt too still, too heavy. She felt like she was unraveling one thread at a time, and he was watching every single stitch come undone.
He moved to stand in front of her, eyes fixed on hers. Then he leaned down slightly, one finger tilting her chin up.
“If I tell you to close your eyes, you do it. If I say speak, you speak. If I say stay still, you stay very, very still.”
She nodded, her throat dry. But he wasn’t finished.
“So tell me now, Liora…” he said, her name a velvet thread pulled tight. “Are you willing to obey me fully—knowing you can stop at any moment?”
> “Yes,” she breathed. “If I can stop when I want to… then yes.”
Something flickered in his expression. Not smugness—but respect. Something warmer. Something dangerous.
“Then let’s begin properly.”
He moved a chair closer and sat directly across from her. For a few long seconds, they said nothing. She fidgeted slightly, the silence like silk wrapping tighter around her lungs.
“Open your robe,” he said quietly.
Her fingers hesitated at the tie. Her pulse roared in her ears.
“You may refuse,” he added gently. “But you already said yes.”
She obeyed.
The robe parted an inch. Then another. Enough for her skin to breathe, and for his eyes to darken—just a shade.
But he didn’t reach for her. He didn’t even lean forward. Instead, he sat back in his chair and said:
“Lesson four. I won’t touch you until you ask.”
They sat at a distance, his eyes fixed on her face not her body. But her gaze? it was fixed on the floor. She didn't dare look at him. Not when she felt embarrassed due to get exposed body.
She only wore pink panties. Her round bbs and pointed nples were directly pointed at him but he continued to act stern—like he didn't notice himself go hard. Her innocence, obedience and inner beauty caused his heart to beat faster but he needn't show it.
The heat between them wasn't from the fire, it was from something entirely different. Something none of them dared to speak up about.
Her pulse raced faster, her thighs instinctively clutched together. She was trying to still whatever she felt between her legs. She didn't look up when the bodyguard drew his chair nearer to her. But when he came too close that their knees almost touched, she looked slightly up from the floor and her gaze dropped to his shorts. His prints had become obvious.
She hated that she couldn't resist looking at him going hard, the prints became even more visible, its tip pierced against his shorts, as if trying to burst free.
Then he grazed her cheeks with his finger and gently dragged his hands down her neck, “tell me to stop when you're no longer comfortable.” He whispered,
His fingers pricked her skin and she released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
He circled his fingers around her neck and stood from his chair. He walked and stood beside her without taking his hands off her neck. He leaned in and whispered to her ears.
“Let's see how far you can go with this.”
She exhaled and tightened her legs together. Then he drew his face down to her chest, his breath sent a tingling sensation through her veins and she let out a gasp.
He planted a kiss on her chest and lightly sucked the spot. Then he trailed his mouth down to the upper flesh of her brst. She knew she could tell him to stop and he would without hesitating. But something in her stopped her from speaking.
Then he whispered, “Boss would love these tts.”
She began moaning when he took her breast in his mouth, sucking the soft flesh and moving down to her nples without rush.
His teeth bit on it and she moaned and widened her legs on the spur of the moment. Her fingers went down her own panties and she started rubbing her clt.
Then the body guard lifted his face and took his lips to her mouth. It was open in moans so he sucked her lower lip. She immediately closed her mouth and took his own lips in her mouth. Her other free hand grabbed his neck tight, not willing to release as they savored each other's lips, the kiss growing deeper, wetter, hotter and transporting pleasure through their veins.
She clutched her legs tightly on his and the bodyguard lifted her from the chair with his hands under her as, her legs tightened around his waist without breaking the kiss. Then he walked to the bed, threw her on it and quickly loosened his belt and pulled off his shorts. He yanked off his dark singlet and his huge chest rose and dropped really fast behind his dark skin, his tattoos almost blended with his skin color.
Her breath hitched as she stared lustfully at his gorgeous arms and those skinny underpants that trapped his “hard monster”.
The mattress dipped as he knelt beside her. His fingers grazed her shoulders as he held the sleeves of her robe and slid it down her arms. Then he held the waist band of her panties and pulled it off her slender legs. She moaned.
He opened her legs like it was a gate shielding a mysterious treasure. He licked his lips at the sight of her swollen psy, dripping through every predatory stare he cast on it. He rubbed his fingers on her wetness from down to up.
She moaned and held her grip tight on her hips, swiveling it against his finger. Then he laid between her legs and took her clt in his mouth, his fingers slowly dipped into her psy and she squealed. He sucked slowly on her clt, sliding his fingers into her psy in the same rhythm. He let out satisfactory groans at how sweet she smelled and tasted.
She threw her head back on the bed, moaning. Then when he thought she was ready enough to receive his huge monster, the bodyguard went on his knees and drew down his underpant just enough for his huge monster to come free; he didn't pull off the underpant completely.
Then he held the huge monster in his hand and guided it into her psy. He knew it would hurt due to her tightness. But she didn't scream. Didn't complain. She remained obedient, like she promised. Liora spread her legs and put them around his hips. He pushed in further, her psy slowly adjusting to his size.
It swallowed his entire huge monster and he started taking it in and out, letting out soft groans, increasing his force with every thrust. His both hands grabbed her brsts and squeezed it. She screamed. Not in pain but in pleasure.
Then the body guard switched sides with her. He laid with his back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She was the one who held his huge monster in place and sat on it. It touched her sweet spot and she whimpered. He put his arms around her back and pulled her into him. Their bare chests touched, her hard nples pressed to his chest.
Then he started pushing his hips upward in a fast motion, slamming her from under, his hard thrusts pushing her hip upward each time he went in. She gasped, her mouth widening in screams resulting from pleasure, but he only hardened his thrusts, just like his hard chest pressed to her soft brsts.
He released one hand from her back and grabbed her head, dragging it closer so that their lips touched. He claimed her mouth in a kiss, biting and sucking her tongue like a lollipop.
She began jerking on top of him, her eyes half closed as her juices dripped off her psy. But he wouldn't stop pounding her.
He continued slamming her with greater force. Her screams increased but he was carried away in sinful pleasure. She quickly remembered her safe word and yelled it.
“Velvet! Velvet! Ahh, ahhh Please, stop, velvet!” She screamed amidst her moans and he immediately slowed down. He went slowly and gently, then released his arms from around her.
She immediately stood up from his huge monster and it fell heavily on his thighs, covered in milky substance, breathing heavily. But her breath was nothing compared to his own loud and heavy pants. He stroked himself until he released before standing up from the bed.
She shyly covered herself with the dolly robes and returned to the chair, brushing her hair off her face. The body guard cleaned himself up, put on his shorts and stood in front of her, his arms folded.
“I see, you're very obedient. You passed the test and I'm certain boss would be impressed.” He said.