I stood up, and he nodded at the clothes I picked out. 'Go on, and try them on. I'll be right outside."

He unlocked the door, and I locked it behind him when he stepped outside, but I no longer cared about the clothes. I tried them on, and he followed me to the register to pay for the ones I wanted to buy.


I stumbled through the rest of the trip barely seeing anything. What was happening to me?

I didn't keep track of where I went or what I did after that. I went to a few more stores and even bought some stuff. He carried my bags for me, but at some point in the trip, he must have passed them off to someone else. I didn't see it happen.

I finally summoned the nerve to say something to him. 'I'm ready to leave now."


He nodded, pulled out his phone, and sent a text. 'Do you want to get anything to eat or drink before we leave?"

I looked around in a daze. 'I guess so."


I went over to the juice bar and ordered. Then he ordered something. It surprised me so much, and I blinked when he paid for his juice. 'What are you doing?"

'I'm getting something to drink. I'm thirsty. I'm not a robot, you know. Security guards need to eat and drink too."

I looked up to find him gazing at me. Those eyes! Jesus, I would never be able to look into his eyes the same way again.

He actually smiled at me, and he completely transformed into a different person. He didn't glare or snarl or scowl at me like he usually did.

He steered me out of line to make room for the next person to reach the register, but my world kept changing too fast for me to keep up with it.

'I didn't mean to imply that you were a robot. I just… Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

He raised one hand and trailed his finger across my forehead to comb a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. 'You handled today very well. I'm pleased."

My heart flipped again. Did he really mean that?

'Did you like it?" he asked.

I nodded stupidly. Of course, I liked it. I did a lot more than like it.

'I'm glad," he went on. 'I wasn't sure."

'How can you even say that? You knew I would like it."

He laughed and became a different person all over again. Was he really laughing—him? 'I guess I did."

The employee at the juice bar handed our drinks across the counter, and I had to readjust my whole notion of reality when he started sucking on his straw. He kissed me with those lips. Those were the lips that whispered in my ear that I was his to fuck.

Him saying it somehow made it so much more real than any of the others. The others could say it, but he actually did it. He made it real, not by fucking me, but by NOT fucking me. He did it by making me wait. He might make me wait forever.

'Did you mean what you said about keeping all of them?" he asked. 'Do you really not know which one you'll choose?"

'I don't see how I can. I'm enjoying it too much the way it is."

He laughed again. Could he really get this happy just from fooling around with me? Was he really that close to changing his whole idea about us the same way I was?

There was no us. He was my bodyguard—nothing more.

He sucked his straw some more. I shivered thinking about kissing him again. His lips looked so fucking sexy when he sucked on his straw like that.

His hands and shoulders and waist and legs meant something so different from just a few minutes ago. Even the dozens of scars on his knuckles made him look incredibly sexy.

The shaved spot and the stitch marks on the side of his head might make him look ugly to some, but they were just more living proof that he would do anything for me, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

'You aren't really a slut," he began. 'Not in that way, I mean."

'What do you mean? You said I was."

'I didn't mean that. I didn't mean you're a slut for fucking three guys."

'Isn't that what slut means?"

'Maybe, but that isn't what I mean."

'What do you mean, then?"

'I mean you're sexy. I mean I want you… and it makes me want you."

I shut my eyes and shook my head fast. 'So… me fucking three other guys makes you want me?"

He shrugged. 'I wanted you before, but yeah. It does."

I stared at him. Could I really be hearing this? He wanted me because I was fucking three other guys?

He inclined his head toward the other end of the mall. We started walking through the crowd while we finished our drinks.

'You're a good girl," he murmured on the side. 'You're a good girl for handling today the way you did. I'm very pleased with you."

I couldn't breathe. Those words meant so much. They meant far more than they should have. His approval shouldn't mean this much, but it did. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to think I was a good girl. I wanted to do what he said in thousands of ways.

We got back into the elevator, but instead of standing impassively, he turned and started kissing me again. He kept his eyes in front of me and gazed into me while we kissed all the way down to the parking lot.

The doors opened, and he escorted me to the limo. He took my hand again while he helped me in. Then he climbed in behind me.

The door slammed, and the limo started moving. I looked out the window trying to understand everything that happened today.

His voice snapped me to high alert. 'Show me how much you need me. Show me like you did earlier."

I spun around, and the instant I met his eyes, I dropped back into that place of wild madness. Everything else evaporated except those eyes commanding me to do his bidding.

I scooted to the edge of the seat, pulled up my skirt, and started touching myself in front of him. As soon as I started, I felt myself spiraling out of my mind. I felt myself nearing an almighty climax, but his order wouldn't let me go all the way.

'Nico…" I whined.

'You want to cum for me, don't you, baby?"

'Nico… Please, I need you…."

'Good girl. Show me how much you need me."

I rubbed faster. I couldn't stand this. I squirmed and convulsed on the seat where he could see me. 'Please… Please…"

'Beg for it, baby. Beg me to let you cum."

'Please, Nico…" I felt myself succumbing to some indescribable power coming from him. I no longer recognized myself. 'Please… I need to cum. I can't stand it. I need you so bad."

He leaned forward on his seat, took hold of both sides of my panties, and slid them down. 'Don't stop, baby. Keep going."

I spread my legs wider praying that he would take me and finish me off. 'Please… Make me your slut… I need to… Please, fuck me…"

'You want this?" He stabbed one fat, muscular finger into my sodden hole. 'You want me to fuck you just like this?"

I screamed as a colossal wave of mind-blowing pleasure hit me hard. I arched back trying to throw myself against his hand. 'Please! I need to cum… Please, I need you, Nico."

'That's right, baby. You know you want to take my cock, don't you? Do you feel how hard I'm gonna fuck you?