Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Angry James

Whatever James meant, whether my guess was correct or not, I could only keep quiet. I don't want to say anything that is agreeable which means I dare to lie to him, or say something that is in denial which means I dare to refute him. I'm now stuck in a -- quiet place.

"Rose, are you quiet?"

"I. i...."

"You know what I mean, right? Understand, right, honey?"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. "I. understand."

"You won't dare challenge me anymore, will you? Oh, sori, I mean, you wouldn't dare challenge me, would you?"

I was scared and crying. "No, My James. I wouldn't dare."

"good. Now finish your bath."

James released me. He went up and grabbed the soap and quickly finished his bath and came out of the bathroom with a piece of towel wrapped around his waist.

I'm a little relieved, and I'm so grateful that James wasn't so rude to me, not as he used to be.

But it was stupid of me because at that time I thought that I was not caught in James's game. Wrong, because in fact, by the time I opened the bathroom door with a bathrobe and the hair lying on a towel, James was already waiting for me in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with a syringe and a fertility drug.

"Today you haven't injected this drug, have you? Here, let me help you."

He gave me no reproach for resisting, even his tone and gaze hinted that I should not oppose him.

"Cut down," he ordered.

I said, leaning over on the bed, and, I received my second injection.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" James asked.

"No," I said.

"Yeah, just a little needle." James threw the syringe on the floor and then he stroked my butt and rubbed it with *ensual. "Don't a little needle, just being stabbed with a big needle doesn't hurt, does it, honey?"

The deg!

Now I seem to understand too much the meaning implied in every word James.

"My James."

"Emm? What's up, honey?"

"I...."

"I want you," he said. "I want you to stay here. I want us to have a good time. Without but, without objection."

I already know. I've already memorized your goddamn character.

James leaned over my body, his hands slipping down and gripping my chest.

He answered me in the form of a stronger grip. "Ask once more, then I'll give you more than this."

"No. I won't ask for anything more. Up yours. Torture me if it makes you satisfied."

But the man laughed. "I didn't hurt you, honey. I love you, and this is how I love you. So that you know, if you hurt me, I can repay you, I can hurt you with more pain than I feel."

Whatever. Whatever....

I wanted to scream when he bit my shoulder, but I was too cowardly. I'm afraid Bang Jack can't hold back his emotions and goes into my room and shoots James. I don't want that to happen, because I'm sure there must be a cctv in my room that would be evidence of Bang Jack's criminal actions against him. So, I better endure my own pain. I put my face on the pillow so that my voice would not come out of my esophagus.

"Hey, turn around" she asked.

Oh, my God, what's he doing?

"Hurry up, honey."

I followed, and laid down. And as I thought, James took off my bathrobe, and then...

He bent my knee, he did exactly the same thing that Bang Jack did to me.

Heartache. I wept.

"Why are you crying, baby? I'm your husband. This is not insulting. It's love. I touched you without disgust. I touched my rightful possession. Which should not be touched by others. It's mine."

Original. She insinuates.

Sleeked. James then buried his lips back at me. Is* as strong as done by Bang Jack earlier.

"*again, Rose.*greaten. You like this, right? You're happy, right? You like being touched like this, don't you?"

Goddamn....

"alright. I'll understand. You just aren't used to it. Well, now, I need you." James lay down on his back, his towel loose and he stood up straight. "Please, do your job."

Piqued. Cobalt. I took a deep breath and got up from the face down position, performing the task forcefully while the man closed his eyes.

After a few minutes of struggling with the ego, James was almost at his peak. He got up and sat down, and like yesterday, he wanted to put the seedlings into my womb.

"Lay," he ordered. "Quick."

But I'm reluctant.

"I'm on the edge, Goddamn it!" said. "According to me." He was upset, then pushed me, he stretched me out and forced my legs open. "If this doesn't go into your womb, I'll be very angry with you" she said again, doing so.

Yeah, he opened my leg interval and put a cent of himself in me, and then he planted his seed.

"I will do whatever it takes to have a child from you" he said after his efforts were completed. Then he smiled, wiped my tears and then he fell face down on top of me. "Don't move. My army is fighting."

Oh my God, James planted his seed in my womb day and night. Am I finally going to get pregnant? Please don't, God. I beg you not....