The Bodyguard

Author: Cambrian

Desc: In which a beautiful, vivacious red head of a CEO finds herself being coerced into a sexual relationship by her bodyguard. But does she really mind?

Tags: Dom/Sub, NTR, Breeding

Sylvia Branwen was on top of the world. CEO of Branwen Enterprises at the tender age of twenty-eight, she'd inherited a veritable business empire from her dearly departed father naught but five years prior. But just because she was born into money, didn't mean she wasn't hard working. She'd put her heart and soul into Branwen Enterprises ever since her father died, and with that effort had come a truly amazing ballooning in financial power and political influences.

Branwen Enterprises was standing at the top, towering over its competitors… and so was Sylvia. Standing at five foot eleven inches in high heels, the vivacious, incredibly buxom redhead was tall for her gender. She was also very well-endowed, with a sizable chest that she both took pride in, and sometimes bemoaned.

After all, it was hard enough to be taken seriously in the business world as a woman. But a woman with huge tits? Well, on the one hand she'd been more than cutthroat enough to use her physical attributes in a handful of meetings and the like, managing to get negotiations to go her way more than once by giving a smile to the right man at the right time, or pressing her tits together 'accidentally'.

She wasn't above such tactics, though at times she wished she could be. But ultimately, Sylvia was willing to do whatever it took to get ahead. So yes, she wore a shorter skirt than absolutely necessary… but at the same time, she also wore a jacket that contained most of her massive chest, as well as pantyhose that hid her long shapely legs and thicc thighs from view even as her short skirt provided a tantalizing look at them.

This was all to say, Sylvia Branwen and Branwen Enterprises were not without their enemies… and when an attempt had been made on her a year back, a kidnapping that had barely failed not by anything besides the complete and utter incompetence of the would-be kidnappers, Sylvia had been rather shaken.

That was when she'd hired Kenta. Her new Head of Security and Personal Bodyguard was a built, beefy, handsome hunk of a man. Physically jacked, as they said. He also had a background in military service, though much of what he'd apparently done was special forces, and therefore classified. Even Sylvia, with all her wealth and influence, had only been able to dig a few layers deep.

But what she'd seen in those few layers had drawn her in, especially after her near brush with captivity and possibly death. Kenta was nothing like her husband, a somewhat submissive man named Andrew who she'd married out of college and who was effectively little more than a pretty trophy for her to cart around with her to certain events where a significant other was expected if one didn't want to be bombarded with politically advantageous marriage proposals all night long.

Kenta and Andrew couldn't be more different, but then that was perfectly fine. Andrew wasn't the kind of man who could protect Sylvia… as evidenced by him cowering in the car when the would-be kidnappers had tried to pull her bodily from her limo a year back. In comparison, Kenta was… he was very sure of himself. He was VERY confident. And he was very strong.

Sylvia had no complaints about her personal bodyguard's services so far, which was why, when he'd asked for this private meeting, she'd happily scheduled him in. As the time arrives and he enters her office, closing the door behind him and engaging the privacy protocols, she's not worried, merely curious.

"What's this about, Kenta?"

Coming to a stop in front of her desk, her well-built bodyguard inclines his head respectfully.

"Ms. Branwen. There's something I wanted to show you. A security breach, of sorts."

Eyebrows raising, Sylvia startles before rising from her chair and circling around her desk to stand in front of it. She doesn't fail to notice how he calls her Ms. Branwen again, rather than 'Mrs.'. Despite always wearing her wedding ring, Kenta has never seemed to register it, or respect her married status. But at the same time, Sylvia suspects that's not because he doesn't respect her… but because he doesn't respect Andrew, or his place in her life.

"A security breach? How serious is it?"

Pulling a phone out of his back pocket, Kenta hands it over to her.

"In my opinion? Very, ma'am. But you let me know what you think."

The phone is already open to a video recording, and all Sylvia has to do is press the play button currently standing out on an otherwise black screen. The moment she does so, noise fills her soundproofed office, and her eyes widen as her nostrils flare. The noise is of a woman screaming and screeching, as well as flesh slapping against flesh. Pleading for mercy, begging for the man to go slower, the woman's voice in the recording receives no answer from her male attacker, no respite.

But that's just the audio. The video itself shows Sylvia Branwen at the very desk she's stood in front of right now. Her clothing disheveled, she's touching herself, moaning throatily and fingering her cunt with a savage quickness as she gropes and squeezes and all but MAULS one of her exposed tits.

It's a video recording of her… watching porn on her computer. Not just any sort of porn either, but rape fantasy porn. And she knows its not doctored or faked either, because… she recognizes the moment from naught but a few weeks back. She HAD been masturbating to such content at the time. She'd been getting off to… to that pornstar being 'raped' by her costar.

… As much as her encounter with those would-be kidnappers had shaken her, terrified her, and made her panic-buy the best security she could in a frenzy afterwards, it had also awoken something in Sylvia. Something that the gorgeous, stacked red head KNEW she could never actually indulge in. It had been during the attempt. The kidnappers had reached into the back of the limo and grabbed for her, grabbed at her. She'd kicked at them of course, managing to push them back enough for her driver to manage to speed off.

But before Sylvia had pushed them back, one of the kidnapper's hands had… strayed. Whether it was accidental or not, whether it was simply by virtue of her having so MUCH chest to grab, the kidnapper's hand had fallen on one of her tits and given it a good, strong, HARSH grope. Sylvia had never experienced anything like it before. She'd never been treated roughly by a man before, having grown up as daddy's pampered princess all her life.

Certainly, her husband wouldn't dare to touch her so… aggressively. He was too used to being a kept man, too used to staying in her good graces despite how boring it ultimately made him in bed.

For months afterwards, Sylvia had constantly thought about that moment. Even once her initial panic and fear over being taken had worn off and she'd fallen into a safe and secure feeling once more with Kenta watching over her, Sylvia had kept thinking about that single touch, that one grope of her tit. Over time, her desire for more had blossomed.

But she hadn't done anything about it, because of course not. She was Sylvia Branwen for fuck's sake. CEO of Branwen Enterprises! If it got out that she was like THAT, if anyone got wind of her being into rape fantasy, she'd be done for. Her reputation would NEVER recover.

Her horror at seeing the video recording of her masturbating to fictional rape porn causes the bottom of her stomach to drop out, even as she looks over to Kenta, eyes filled with panic.

"W-Who did this? Did the recordings get out of the building? Do we know who planted the camera?!"

Her voice is getting shriller and shriller, but before she can ask another question, Kenta holds up a hand, silencing her with that single gesture and the confident smile on his handsome features.

"You don't have to worry about any of that, ma'am. The only one who's seen these recordings, of which there are several more… is me."

It takes a second for his meaning to process, but when it does, Sylvia freezes and stares at her Head of Security, betrayed.

"W-What?"

He doesn't even try to deny it or say he did it for any possibly decent reasons.

"I took these recordings with a hidden camera in your office. When I first stumbled upon what you were doing, I could hardly believe my eyes… but I knew it was an opportunity I couldn't afford to pass up."

Her personal bodyguard, her Head of Security… Sylvia stumbles, having to catch herself on the desk next to her as she starts to feel faint. A solitary whimper leaves the usually strong-willed woman's perfectly sculpted lips. Kenta was… the main source of her feeling of security and safety. To have him betray her like this…

"W-What… what do you w-want? Money?"

She'd pay him off, of course. They both knew it. And then they would have to go their separate ways. He would leave and she would have to find a replacement, but no matter who she found, Sylvia doubted she would ever feel safe or secure ever again. If even her Head of Security could-

"No, of course not. You pay me more than enough, Ms. Branwen. I don't want your money. I want YOU."

A thrum rushes through Sylvia, her eyes widening in disbelief. Surely, he couldn't mean… and yet, she looks at him all the same.

"I-I'm sorry?"

Smirking knowingly, Kenta reaches down and begins to unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants.

"I'll make it really simple for you, ma'am. Get down on your knees and get ready to suck my cock."

His commanding, domineering tone reminds her so much of the men in the videos she's been masturbating to. Sylvia barely even registers as she falls, dropping down to her knees on the thankfully carpeted floor of her office. She stares up at Kenta, mouth slightly agape, right up until his cock flops out and then she's looking directly forward, staring at his huge length as it gets bigger and bigger.

Andrew was… not well-endowed. Her husband was a total pretty boy, but where it counted, he was incredibly lackluster, especially compared to all of the pornstars she'd seen of late in her masturbation sessions. By comparison, Kenta wasn't lacking whatsoever. In fact, her Head of Security could have given most of the lewd actors a run for their money, and they made their livings off of their dicks!

Sylvia doesn't even realize her jaw has dropped fully open until Kenta is beginning to push his cock into her mouth like it's no one's business, pushing past her perfectly sculpted lips and forcing her to quickly stretch her jaw even further to be able to accommodate his incredibly girthy thickness in its entirety.

Placing a hand atop her head, lacing very large, very strong fingers through her voluminous red locks almost tenderly, Kenta smiles down at her.

"That's it, Sylvia. Keep it up. That's a good girl."

The juxtaposition of him forcing her to suck him off and being so nice with his words… it's more of a turn on than Sylvia cares to admit. Still, it's not like she has a choice in the matter one way or another, right? And THAT is even more of a turn on, d-damnit. Whimpering around his cock, Sylvia does her best to suck him off, as inexpert and inexperienced as the resulting blowjob ends up being.

Bobbing up and down only the first half of his dick, the red head mumbles and moans, even as she slurps away. For his part, Kenta stays right where he is, being all too nice about it. It's not quite rape fantasy, but more blackmail… and yet, the two fetishes can be said to be adjacent to one another. Rather than being physically forced, she's being coerced… and Sylvia finds herself more aroused by that then she would prefer.

Still, she never gives in to the urge to touch herself. This… all of this is wrong. Fantasy is one thing, but actually being blackmailed and actually being forced to engage in such acts is… its terribly wrong. She'll have to find a way to get out from under Kenta's thumb asap, if she wants to protect her empire. She'll have to find a way to get rid of the man and his recordings, if she's going to stay on top.

For the time being though, all Sylvia can do is bob up and down on his cock until finally, Kenta grunts and shoots her a warning.

"Here it comes. Swallow it down to the best of your abilities."

He's barely finished giving the order before he begins to cum, filling her mouth and throat with a torrent of seed. Sylvia chokes, because of course she does, gagging on his load in a way she hadn't gagged on his cock as it explodes into her esophagus. Some of it goes down, she does her best to swallow it as he ordered, but just as much explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making an utter mess of her previously pristine face, his seed and her saliva mixing together and drooling down onto her chest.

As Kenta pulls back, he gives her a smirk and a nod.

"Good. You did your best, and I appreciate that."

He's talking down to her like… like a dog. Like a pet. Sylvia fidgets and squirms on her knees before him, glaring up at her Head of Security with as much anger and ire as she can muster. If anything, that just makes him more amused though, his eyes twinkling as he tucks his spent mammoth-sized member back into his pants.

"Book us a suite at a hotel tonight, I don't care which though I imagine you'll want one that's discrete. Tell Andrew it's work-related. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you."

Sylvia's eyes widen at that, and her nostrils flare. She sees no way out of it… but there HAS to be a way to mitigate the potential damage. Standing up, trying her best to exude an aura of authority in spite of her currently disheveled state, Sylvia's hands clench into fists at her sides.

"F-Fine… but you WILL wear a condom! B-Bring as many as you think we'll n-need."

Kenta cocks an eyebrow at that… but ultimately smiles and inclines his head, acquiescing to her demands, much to Sylvia's relief. Technically, they both knew she had no room to make demands on him. But while he could ruin her by exposing those video recordings, her life would ALSO be permanently altered if he knocked her up as well.

As Kenta leaves her office, the CEO of Branwen Enterprises shivers, suddenly no longer feeling nearly as safe or secure as she did before. But… it would be fine. She just had to survive tonight. She could start working on getting herself free of her own Head of Security and his blackmail in the morning.

She just had to survive tonight…

-x-X-x-

"Oh GOD! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUUUUCK!!!"

Sylvia's squeals and moans fill the hotel room as Kenta fucks her for what has to be the third time straight. Indeed, the evidence of their previous couplings is on either side of her, the two spent condoms that he's already filled up while fucking her on the hotel bed laid out and tied off next to her. The man was… positively insatiable.

Not that Sylvia was doing any better. Clad in little more than her bra, panties, and pantyhose at this point, with the crotch of her dark pantyhose torn open to make way for Kenta's impatient cock, and her panties yanked aside for the same reason, Sylvia has lost track of just how many times SHE'S cum so far this evening. They've been fucking for what feels like hours, and Kenta still hasn't let up despite cumming twice.

Each of those loads would have filled her with his spunk, but thankfully the condoms had kept that from happening… even if her cunt twinged each time with regret as he pulled out and yanked off the latest used condom.

This third time, he's fucking her even harder, with Sylvia's hands even reaching out and pressing up against his chiseled, rock hard abs in a futile failed attempt at getting him to slow down a little bit and take it easy on her. Instead, he'd merely grabbed her by her wrists and began using his hold on her arms to fuck her even harder, pulling her towards him as her huge bra-clad tits ended up squished together in the process.

With her legs up in the air, the CEO of Branwen Enterprises is on her back getting plowed like some common harlot or escort, rather than the powerful and incredibly wealthy, influential woman she is. Sylvia has never felt so small… nor so turned on.

Letting out a savage grunt followed by a just as savage thrust, Kenta slams home into her again in what Sylvia has come to recognize means he's cumming once more. The third condom does its job, even as Sylvia's body thrums and spasms, her eyes rolling back in her head for a moment as a purely fucked silly expression spreads across her face.

In the time she's recovering, Kenta pulls out of her and pulls off the latest condom, tying it off and setting it to the side like the previous two. Then… he's back inside of her. Sylvia's beleaguered mind vaguely registers that he's able to go AGAIN, and she can do nothing but moan and take it as his thick fat cock barrels into her over and over, filling her to the brim with thick, hard, throbbing man meat.

He's just so huge in every way, larger than life and not letting her rest for even a moment. How is she supposed to think in a situation like this, how is she… how is she…

W-Wait. Wasn't the condom pack he showed her only a set of three? Sylvia's eyes widen and she looks down at where they're joined together, having to crane her neck up past her huge fat tits to be able to see Kenta's raw, unprotected cock plowing into her down below. And then it's too late for her to do anything about it. He thrusts forward one final time and cums again, this fourth load not held back by any condom, not contained within the latex birth control method.

Instead, he cums DEEP inside of her, his seed penetrating her cervix and filling her womb in a way that her body has undeniably been craving all night long. Sylvia's eyes widen, and she shakes and spasms as she experiences the best orgasm of her life, the most explosive climax she's ever had. Her pussy squirts against his chiseled abs, and her cunt clenches along his shaft, milking him of every last drop of his seed and making sure every single bit of his cum has been deposited deep, DEEP inside of her.

As they both come down from that final, mutual climax, Sylvia… Sylvia can't even muster up the strength to be mad at him. He broke the one rule she set, and yet… deep down, she knows she's not willing to pull the trigger on the nuclear option. She's not willing to kick him to the curb and deal with the fallout of him releasing those video recordings just because he might knock her up.

There's nothing she can do… but endure.

-x-X-x-

"Oh! Mrs. Branwen, can I have a moment of your time please?"

As one of her Executives calls out to her in the hallway, Sylvia is already tensing up and turning to face him. As is her ever-present shadow and bodyguard, Kenta. Previously, Kenta's presence made her feel safer, securer, and more confident. Now though, his presence was a constant reminder of the growing hold he had over her.

And not just figuratively either. As the other man smiles hopefully, Kenta's hand falls behind Sylvia's back, out of sight of the one who had stopped them as he grabs her by her ass, his fingers sliding up between her thighs and digging into her short skirt. It takes every ounce of her iron will to maintain her composure and keep a squeak from leaving her lips. Even then, she stutters a bit.

"Y-Yes? What is it?"

As Kenta kneads her ass, the Executive stops a few feet away, beginning to bring his current problem to her attention. Droning on and on about this and that, Sylvia barely pays him much attention. Instead, she's busy sourly thinking to herself that he wouldn't have DARED call out to her in the middle of the hall before this whole blackmail thing had begun.

Ever since Kenta had begun blackmailing her, her Head of Security had been making more and more demands. It'd only been two weeks, and yet it already felt like he was controlling her in a variety of ways. On the sexual side of things, this was more arousing than Sylvia knew it should be. But on the less sexual side of things, it was irritating and annoying. She was used to always getting her own way, and suddenly she was having to bow down to someone else's demands.

One of the ways in which Kenta had exercised his new control over his boss was via Sylvia's wardrobe. Her concealing jacket-short skirt combo was gone. In its place, he now had her wearing an open jacket and a cocktail dress every day, one that showed off her expansive cleavage in a way her previous attire hadn't. Not to mention, he'd banned her from wearing undergarments, leaving her without pantyhose or panties.

Not that she'd tended to bend down much to begin with, but she had to be extra mindful of her short skirt these days, otherwise she might inadvertently flash someone with her bare, ever-sticky and glistening pussy lips as Kenta's rough and domineering treatment of her kept her in a state of reluctant low-grade arousal at all times.

Her thicc thighs and long, smooth, pale legs, which had previously been concealed by pantyhose, were now completely exposed to the naked eye.

Sylvia knew that her new look was what had caused the Executives of her Company to lose respect for her. Though they wouldn't say it that way, they'd already started treating her differently. Not outright disrespecting her, maybe, but definitely acting more casual and friendly with her. There was simply no getting around it. Her new attire, enforced by her bodyguard for his own perverse purposes, was promoting a more casual workplace environment among the top echelons of the company.

And there was absolutely nothing Sylvia could do about it either.

"Y-Yes, that all sounds fine! If that's all, I really m-must be going!"

Cutting the man off in the middle of whatever inane pitch he was giving her, Sylvia has to bite back a whimper. Kenta's fingers have begun getting more insistent, and her legs have started trembling ever so faintly. Needless to say, she has no desire to be made to withstand an orgasm in front of this middle-aged pencil pusher.

"O-Oh! Of course, Mrs. Branwen, sorry for taking up so much of your time! And might I just say, you're looking absolutely lovely of late, Mrs. Branwen!"

The compliment would mean more if it wasn't a thinly veiled reference to her exposing more of her voluptuous body to her subordinates. As the man turns and walks away, Sylvia bristles and in a rare display of emotion, whips around and tries to slap Kenta across the face. Of course, her special forces trained bodyguard catches her wrist with ease, giving her a wicked smirk as she blushes profusely. A moment later and she's being hauled off out of sight.

As soon as they're back in her office, her bodyguard engages the security once more, before pushing her over the front of her desk bodily. Forcing her to bend over, Sylvia can only yelp as Kenta's big strong hands manhandle her every which way. His fingers curl up under the hem of her cocktail dress and YANK hard, forcing the bottom of her dress up over her fat bottom and exposing her naked ass and glistening wet pussy lips as her huge tits are smooshed into the surface of her desk.

He's inside of her a moment later without so much as a 'by your leave' and Sylvia squeals at the rough, aggressive way he's fucking her. Bareback, of course. He hasn't worn a fucking condom since that first night when he'd creampied her and she hadn't said anything. Sylvia knew she'd fucked up that night by not trying to protect the one set of boundaries she'd tried to create in their newly evolved relationship. Ever since, whenever she asked after condoms, Kenta would claim to have forgotten them… and then just fuck her and cum inside of her anyways.

At this point, Sylvia knew better than to ask. Instead, all she can do is cling to the desk beneath her, her nails clawing across the wood as she moans wantonly. She can't help it… as much as she knows intellectually that she's supposed to hate this, as much as she knows there's supposed to be a difference between rape fantasy and actual rape… having him bend her over her desk and just TAKE her hits too many of her buttons.

She's a sexual deviant, at the end of the day. The attempted kidnapping was just the first nail in the coffin. Every single thrust of Kenta's massive, throbbing, thick girthy cock inside of her cunt is another nail in that same coffin. Eyes crossing, perfectly sculpted lips forming a small o, Sylvia can only moan wantonly, shuddering and shaking beneath him as her big strong bodyguard plows her silly.

After a few minutes of this, Kenta reaches out and grabs her by a fistful of her voluminous red curls, yanking her head backwards as he continues to rail her from behind.

"Such a needy slut, Sylvia. My needy slut. My fuck toy. You want it, don't you? You want my big fat cock inside of you."

"N-No! You're… y-you're blackmailing me! I don't! I d-don't want it!"

Kenta scoffs. They both know she's let out excited, moaning cries in the midst of ecstasy before. They both know she's even admitted to loving his cock before. But Sylvia will do everything in her power to pretend like that never happened, like she hasn't already given up the truth… like he doesn't already have multiple recordings of her masturbating to rape fantasy porn, like he doesn't already have even more recordings of her cumming her brains out on his cock now as well.

And yet, as hard as she works to pretend like none of that ever happened, there's no stopping her body's reactions in the moment. Shrieking and squealing her way through yet another explosive orgasm, Sylvia prompts Kenta's own release, her treacherous body milking his pistoning prick as he begins to cum a moment later.

Sylvia's eyes roll back in her head at that, the climax from him seeding her without her permission just as powerful as ever. He's filling her to the brim again. He's doing so without her consent, again. She's loving every last second of it… again.

As he finishes inside of her, Kenta pulls out and lets go of her hair at the same time, leaving Sylvia to slump forward atop her desk, mewling and panting for breath. She wiggles her hips invitingly for a moment before catching herself doing so, but Kenta doesn't take her up on the instinctive, involuntary offer. Instead, he just laughs and delivers a harsh spanking to her upturned, bared bubble butt.

SMACK!

"Eep!"

"Clean yourself up, boss. You've got a video conference call in thirty and you look like a mess."

Blushing at having her Head of Security also dictate her schedule and remind her of what she's supposed to be doing in a professional capacity so shortly after fucking her into oblivion, Sylvia slowly gets up from her desk and begins doing as he said and fixing up her clothing.

… Doesn't stop him from coming over three minutes before the call is meant to stop and sticking his rock hard cock in her face though. In the end, Sylvia ends up doing the conference call with her camera off and her mic muted half the time, as she turns her head and sucks on her bodyguard's big fat cock to HIS heart's content while trying to keep abreast with what's happening in her company.

This… this couldn't go on, surely. Something had to give. And Sylvia was beginning to fear more and more that it would be her who would break first…

-x-X-x-

It was one of the premier parties of the year, a night of feasting and carousing that only the one percent of the one percent could expect an invite to. And Sylvia Branwen was well aware that she was the talk of the night.

Oh, no one said anything to her face, but they were all talking about her behind her back. And not because of her looks, either. While Sylvia KNEW she looked absolutely stunning in the glistening, glittering teal evening dress that she had on, with her breasts barely contained in the top and a slit along the side to show off a tasteful and tasty amount of leg and thigh, Sylvia also knew that that wasn't what was drawing everyone's attention.

No… what was drawing everyone's attention was her lack of a date, or rather, her seeming lack of one. At a party as expensive and extravagant as this, Sylvia should have brought along Andrew. Her trophy husband was made for social gatherings like this one, the vapid limp dicked pretty boy she'd married just capable enough to be trusted to carry conversations and hob nob with all of the rich party guests.

Sylvia should definitely have had her husband with her, should have been using him like the accessory he was. Instead, Sylvia Branwen was all alone. Well, not entirely. But for the other guests at the party, she might as well be functionally alone. After all, in their eyes the 'help' was to be seen, maybe even admired, but never acknowledged or heard.

And indeed, Kenta in his professional black suit drew plenty of appreciative glances from the other women at the party of rich and famous people. But no one thought for even a moment that he was Sylvia's Plus One. No, he was merely her bodyguard, and while normally he would be expected to keep his distance lest he make a nuisance of himself, it had only been a year and three months ago that dear Sylvia Branwen had experienced that kidnapping scare, so no one was begrudging her keeping her bodyguard nice and close.

So, no one stops them when Sylvia pulls Kenta onto the floor for a dance. No one stops them when she gets them both drinks. They maybe get a few weird looks here and there, but Sylvia is more than insulated enough by her money and influence for it not to matter.

Of course, if they'd known the truth of the matter, Sylvia is well aware that they would all be staring at her with far more judgment in their eyes then they already were. Indeed, by this time next year, when this annual shindig was being hosted again… Sylvia couldn't say for certain where she would be. She couldn't say if she'd even get an invite. But honestly? She also wasn't sure she cared anymore.

The hypocrisy inherent in the evening's festivities proves too much for the gorgeous red head to stomach. Or so she tells herself, even as she makes her excuses to the party's host and says her goodbyes, excusing herself and Kenta from the party. However, before they can fully get out and into the waiting limo, Kenta stops her in a back hallway, well away from the main festivities.

Spinning her around by the hand, having absolutely no issue with manhandling her however he likes three months into their new relationship, the man who has completely turned her world on its head frowns as he holds her against him, her breasts pressing into his torso.

"Sylvia… what's gotten into you tonight? You're acting odd."

Sylvia shivers, licking her lips. Their relationship has certainly evolved dramatically in the past three months. She's stopped fighting him altogether, and they both know she's stopped fighting herself as well. But she's never admitted it out loud… that she's glad he blackmailed her, that she's happier as his fuck toy, happy being used by him whenever and wherever he wants to use her.

Perhaps… perhaps now is the time.

"Kenta…"

Her bodyguard… no, her lover looks at her, his eyebrows raised at the breathy tone she uses. Blushing profusely, Sylvia nevertheless forges on, working up the courage to say the things she needs to say.

"I k-kicked Andrew out yesterday evening. He was gone by the morning. He didn't fight it… couldn't fight it. I'll be filing for divorce within a week."

Kenta's eyes widen at that, and he smiles broadly. That's his first reaction, to grin like the cat who caught the canary, and it makes Sylvia tremble with need. Of course, his second reaction is to frown in concern, furrowing his brow.

"… That will cause you a lot of trouble, Sylvia."

He hasn't called her Ms. Branwen or ma'am in months. Sylvia is the most respect he gives her, when he's not fucking her and naming her as his fuck toy, his cum dump, his whore.

"I-I don't care. I couldn't… I couldn't in good conscience keep him in my life. Not when what he and I had is all a lie. Not when… not when I'm pregnant with another man's baby."

That last sentence, she all but whispers, barely audible. But Kenta still hears. She sees him tense up, his eyes widening again and his nostrils flaring in disbelief. But he quickly accepts that she's not lying, and his eyes dart too and fro. Immediately, he's bustling her the rest of the way down the back hallway of the mansion, and in another minute, they're in the limo as it pulls away from the front of the massive party and begins to make its way home.

After making sure that the limo driver can't hear a word, Kenta looks at Sylvia, hope in his eyes.

"Truly?"

Shivering, Sylvia nods as she pulls on the straps of her dress, shucking them off and slowly exposing herself to him. Grabbing her naked tits and hefting them up, she looks at him coquettishly.

"Don't these look bigger to you? They've gone up a full cup size since we started fucking, Kenta. You knocked me up, possibly even that very first night. You filled me with your seed again and again, until I was pregnant with your baby."

Kenta remains frozen for all of a moment more before he growls lustfully and lunges forward. Finding herself on her back on the seat, soon being taken in a consummate mating press, Sylvia cries out as she holds Kenta's head to her breasts, his lips and tongue and teeth all working over her nipples aggressively. Meanwhile, his big fat cock pistons in and out of her cunny as the limo continues down the road.

"Yes! Yes, Kenta! Give it to me! Fuck your baby mama! I want it, I want your cock and I'm tired of pretending I don't! Please, accept me as your woman! I'll t-take care of us… I'll take care o-of everything! I want a b-big family, s-so long as it's you knocking me up again and again and again!"

It feels so good to finally give in, to finally admit her true feelings. Sylvia's eyes roll up in her head in no time and she gurgles happily as Kenta picks up the pace, her words only spurring him on to fuck her even harder.

They've both gotten exactly what they wanted, even if it took a somewhat circuitous route for them to get there.