The Mafia Princess And Her Bodyguard

Mmm..... Trinity Stone.....

My worst nightmare has now just become the reason why I am sitting with a somewhat uncontrollable itch. It has taken me a few adjustments, but I think I have it under control. But then I go and think of her and the lack of basic necessities, and then it is a raging war in my pants all over again.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

But then I take her. I place my hand rather roughly and hard down onto her knee. I want her to feel me, and I want her to feel it hard. I want her to whimper every time she thinks of me touching her. And as I slowly slide my hand up her long slender leg, it is the softness of her skin, the tenderness, and her smell that sends me even closer to the edge. With every glorious inch, my hands creep up her thighs until I have my fingers tangled in the fabric of her dress. Then I slip my hand.....

Just then, I am so rudely ripped from my steamy fantasy that I am playing over and over in slow motion in my head. She has just caught me staring at her for a fraction of a few minutes too long.

"Do you like what you see, Colton?"

"See what, Miss Stone?"

"It is Trinity, and you have not had your eyes on the road for the past couple of minutes."

"I am just wondering how you have managed to give my boys the slip in those."

"Oh, I can be quite slippery when I want to be."

"Mmm, I bet that you can."

With that, my head falls straight into my fantasy of having those legs wrapped around my waist. There is one thing I know for sure, and that is before my babysitting duties are over, I am going to have me a piece of Trinity Stone. But in saying that, if I touch Vic's little princess, I might as well be as good as dead. I value my kneecaps and the part of me that I would like to stick in her mouth. I better get my mind out of the gutter and focus on the job.

"Where am I taking you today, princess?"

"Oh god, please don't call me that; I hate it when father refers to me as his little princess."

"I said princess, not little princess, and that is exactly what I am going to call you then."

"Oh, you are one of those that likes grinding ass."

"Princess, you will know when I am grinding your ass and this, this is not it."

I get seven sensations of pleasure as I hear her huff, and I know that she is on the brink of throwing a little tantrum. What Trinity Stone does not know is that I am a man of my word. If she as much as winks at a tantrum, I am pinning that ass to a wall. "Where to, princess?"

"I want to go look for new lingerie." ...TRINITY POV...

Oh.....Colton Cruz.....

It is easy on the tongue, and I bet you he is just as easy to play with. He is cocky and full of himself, exactly all the ways I do not like my men. And now he has found this new need to call me princess. Well, I know that I am about every fantasy that he has in his head.

Why not play a little game....

"You cannot be serious, princess; your mom said that you had a salon appointment."

"Oh, I just changed my mind. Don't tell me you have never seen a woman in lingerie before?"

"I am waiting outside; I am not coming in with you."

"I need someone to tell me if it looks good."

"Ask the shop assistant; the only thing I know of lingerie is how to take it off."

"Then maybe..."

"Do not even try to finish that sentence, princess."

He does not know that I always get my way, and if I need to throw a tantrum, then that is what I shall do. Daddy made him out to be so tough; he is just another boy with a gun and a raging beast. I do not see him last longer than at most three days, and believe me that I will make these three days hell.

"The shop is up on the side here. And you will come in with me." "And I said no, did you fail to see the words forming on my lips?" "No, I was too busy to imagine kissing them."

"Fuck."

Ha! He did not see that one coming now, did he? Even though they are tempting, I can only imagine how rough a man like him would kiss. Definitely not the way that I would like to be kissed at all.

"I will come in with you; just do not bring your lips close to me."

"What is wrong with my lips?"

"Princess, your lips won't know what to do with mine."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I am not your type."

"And I am not yours either."

"Keep on telling yourself that."

(ugh)

What is wrong with this man? The minute I think I have the upper hand, he comes and says shit like that. Keep telling myself what? What does that even mean?

Let us go for round two then...

"You know that the chairs are in the dressing room?"

"Oh no, you don't, princess. Your father will kill me."

"Imagine it is a swimsuit."

"No, not happening. So not happening. Scrap that idea out of your pretty head."

"Oh, so you think I am pretty?"

"What I think does not matter; I am not watching you getting undressed."

"But. I. Want. You. To. Come. Inside. With. Me."

"Oh my god, are you going to throw a tantrum?"

(Oh shit!)

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I can remember what he said he is going to do if I throw a tantrum. I am sure that he only joked about it. He is definitely the last man I want to touch me. Who knows his hands, let alone other parts of him was last night. "No, I am not throwing a tantrum. Can you please come inside with me?"

"Since you are asking so politely, then I will, and it is my job, so I truly do not have a choice."

...COLTON POV...

Ya...that last bit was perhaps a load of bullshit...

The real reason is that I feel like torturing myself and see that. Oh yes, it will get me into a world of trouble, but I would not be Colton Cruz if trouble were not part of the game.

But let us do get to the part that she is really a spoiled brat. Can something as hot as that really not have a personality? She is as uninteresting as a damn rock. Hey, I guess some people just can't have both.

So yes, now I find myself walking behind little princess and did I forget how damn tight that ass is? Just imagine having that thrown over your lap and spanking that.

"That thing should be spanked."

She spins around on her heels and faces me.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I said, nice shop."

"Somehow, I don't think so."

"Hahaha. Princess, I have seen better asses than yours."

I listen as she grunts and carry walking upstairs into the dressing rooms. The thing though, is that ass is one of the finest I have ever seen.

Then the real fun starts...

I take a seat in the chair that is the furthest away from her, but obviously not far enough. My eyes nearly ball out of my head as she bends forward to takes those red stilettos off. I have all inches of that tightness on display. "Holy fuck."

"Did you say something?"

"I said it is hot in here."

"I will ask them to turn down the heat."

"Thanks."

But just keep on bending like that...

I don't quite frankly care if that was on purpose; I enjoyed every part of it. And so does this throbbing, thanks for these little pillows, or I would look like a complete idiot.

Then she disappears into the back and comes out there as if she is floating on air, or maybe that is just my head. There is only one word to describe this, and I am afraid that word does not even exist.

She has pink... I don't know why...but a pink corset on.

Wait...

"Colton, what do you think?"

"You need to be more specific."

"The color? Do you like it?"

"Please try to be a little more specific."

"But look, they even have these little strings, if you pull them....."

"Please don't pull them."

Oh...if she pulls that, then I am so all over her. A very thankful me sighs relief as she turns around and heads back inside. I think she is doing this on purpose.

Then she comes out with the matching hotpants....well, I thought you do that all at once. But let us not worry about that now, what is the problem is that... that... I don't even know what to call it. They were damn right; all those trips to the salon did her real good.

I need to go to the gents...

"I will be back now."

I find myself standing in the bathroom, splashing cold water against my burning skin. I have never been so uncomfortable in my life; I don't know why the boys do not want to shadow her. She is a damn pleasure to watch unless if she is about to throw a tantrum.

After several minutes have passed, I make my way back into the dressing room...but wait...it is completely empty. "Fuck, she gave me the slip. Clever minx."

I grab my phone from my pocket and check where she is headed. Did she for one second think that she was going to slip away from me? Well, little princess, I was one more clever than you and put a little something into your purse. She has not gotten far yet; she seems to be just around the corner of the building. I rush on outside and watch as she disappears into the crowd. I let her think that she has gotten away and follow her as she gets lost between the buildings. She is swaying that damn ass so elegantly as she believes that she has successfully given me the slip. Then I pick up my pace, and in seconds I am right behind her.

I reach forward and gently tap her on the shoulder; every bone in my body is getting so much damn pleasure right now.

"Where do you think you are going?"

She spins around, and ya...she has just been caught with her little fingers in the cookie jar.

"Colton!"

"Ya, that is me."

I step one step closer to her and slowly drive her body back into the wall that has so conveniently presented itself. I hear her gasp...

I press my chest into her...

"What are you doing?"

"I said I am going to pin you to a wall if you throw a tantrum."

"This is not a tantrum."

"Oh, to me, it is princess."

"It is not."

"Then maybe I am looking for an excuse to do this..."