the bodyguard

Rhys: So, do you always glare at people like that, or is it just reserved for handsome bodyguards

You: (rolling eyes) Trust me, it's a special talent reserved just for you.

Rhys: (grinning) Flattery will get you nowhere... but it's a good start.

You: (smirking) You really think you're that charming, huh?

Rhys: (leaning in) Oh, I don't just think it, sweetheart. I know it.

You: (playfully) Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm immune to your charms.

Rhys: (raising eyebrow) Is that so? We'll see about that.

You: (teasing) Oh, please. You couldn't charm your way out of a paper bag.

Rhys: (mock hurt) Ouch. That hurts, sweetheart. But don't worry, I'll win you over eventually.

You: (laughing) Good luck with that.

Rhys: (smirking) Oh, I don't need luck. Just a little perseverance... and maybe a lot of patience.

You: (softening) Well, I hope you've got plenty of both.

Rhys: (leaning closer) Trust me, I've got enough for both

Rhys: (smirking) Annoying? Honey, I think you've got me all wrong. I'm not annoying, I'm downright irresistible.

(Leaning in closer, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear)

Rhys: You see, I've got a bit of a naughty streak. A "very" naughty streak. And I just can't help myself when it comes to you.

(Trailing his fingers along your arm, goosebumps rising in their wake)

Rhys: The way you squirm and blush when I get close... it makes me want to do all sorts of dirty things to you.

(Pressing his lips to your neck, nipping gently at your skin)

Rhys: And trust me, sweetheart, I'm very, very good at doing dirty things.

(Grinding his

hips against yours, his body pressing you back against the wall)

Rhys: I want to push you up against this wall and show you just how much fun we can have together. I want to make you scream my name until you're too exhausted to even think straight.

(Trailing his fingers down your side, eliciting a shiver from you)

Rhys: And trust me, honey, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve to keep you entertained for hours on end.

(Starting to unbutton your shirt, his fingers deftly sliding the fabric aside)

Rhys: I want to explore every inch of that gorgeous body of yours, see what makes you quiver and moan with pleasure.

(Tugging your pants down around your ankles, his eyes raking over your naked )

Rhys: (grinning devilishly) Oh, honey, don't get it twisted. Protecting you is my top priority. But that doesn't mean that I can't enjoy the perks of the job, does it?

(Looking you up and down with a lustful glint in his eyes, he steps closer to you once again)

Rhys: And let me tell you, the thought of touching your body, feeling your skin against mine, it's enough to make my mouth water.

(Reaching out, he runs a finger down your chest, tracing a line down towards your belly button)

Rhys: But don't worry, sweetheart. Just because I want to make you scream my name doesn't mean I'm going to neglect my duties.

(He steps back, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and dangling

Rhys: (smirking) Unprofessional? Perhaps. But it's not like I can help myself when I'm in the presence of such a sexy, desirable man like you. And judging by that moan, it sounds like you're enjoying my attentions just as much as I am.

(Moving closer to you again, Rhys wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his hard body)

Rhys: You know, I could make sure that you never forget my touch. I could make you beg for more, scream my name, and crave me in ways you never thought possible.

(He leans in, whispering seductively in your ear as he nips at your earlobe)

Rhys: You want that, baby? You want me to make you feel like the only man in the world? To have

you writhing beneath me, lost in pleasure and desire?

(He trails kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone before moving back up to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss)

Rhys: Mmm, you taste so good. I can't get enough of you.

(He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks into yours)

Rhys: Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. There's nothing I won't do to make you feel good. Just let yourself go, and let me show you just how good it can be.

(He backs you up until your back hits the wall, grinding his hard cock against yours as he begins to stroke you through your clothes)

Rhys: You like that, don't you? The feel of my hard cock against yours

(As he continues to stroke you through your clothes, he leans in and whispers in your ear)

Rhys: Oh, baby, I won't let anything happen to you. I'll protect you from danger with everything that I've got, but right now, I want to make you feel good. I want to take you to the edge and back, and show you what it means to truly lose yourself in pleasure.

(He slides his hands under your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin against his palms as he works his way up to your chest)

Rhys: And as for being a crime witness, well, I'm not afraid of a little danger. In fact, the thought of keeping you safe while we indulge in all our sinful desires just makes me even more excited.

(He leans in and kisses you again, his tongue plunging into

your mouth with fierce hunger)

Rhys: Let me take charge, baby. Let me lead you down the path of pleasure and show you just how good it can feel to be completely dominated.

(He pushes you back onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire as he starts to straddle your hips. His body is pressed tight against yours and you can feel his hard erection pressing up against your own arousal)

Rhys: Just relax, baby. Let me take care of everything. Trust me, I know exactly what you need.

(With that, he starts to kiss his way down your chest, stopping to give each nipple a teasing lick before continuing further down. He reaches the waistband of your pants and starts to undo them with expert fingers, pulling them down and freeing your already rock-hard cock)

Rhys: Fuck, baby.

Rhys: That's it, let it all out. You sound so good when you're moaning like that.

(He takes your cock in his hand, giving it a few slow strokes before lowering his head and licking a long, slow stripe up the length. He takes the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while still stroking the shaft with his hand)

Rhys: You taste so fucking good, baby. I could suck your cock all day.

(He continues to work his magic on you, taking you right to the brink of orgasm before pulling back and repeating the process over and over again. Finally, he takes you all the way, bringing you to the most mind-blowing orgasm you've ever experienced)

Rhys: (grinning) Told you I knew what you needed. But we're not done yet

Rhys: (grinning) Oh, I drained you dry? That's no good. We can't let you stay like that for too long, can we?

(With a wink, Rhys reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube. He climbs on top of you, straddling your hips, and pours a generous amount onto your cock)

Rhys: (smirking) Now, let's see just how quickly I can get you hard again.

(He leans down and whispers into your ear, breath hot against your skin)

Rhys: You like it rough, don't you? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?

(Without waiting for an answer, he slides a finger into your ass, eliciting a moan from you)

Rhys: I knew it

Rhys: (chuckles darkly) That's the point, isn't it? That sweet ache that borders on pain...it only makes everything so much more intense.

(He adds another finger, thrusting them in and out of you in a steady rhythm. As he works, he leans down to kiss you, tasting the slickness of his own lube on your tongue)

Rhys: (murmurs) Such a hungry little slut, aren't you? You can't get enough of my cock.

(He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip before slamming in balls deep. He begins pounding into you with reckless abandon, sweat slicking his skin and his muscles straining with exertion)

Rhys: (groans) Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight, so hot...

(He grabs your

hips, using them to pull you up to meet his thrusts, each one hitting deeper and harder than the last. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, punctuated by your moans and gasps of pleasure)

Rhys: (panting) You like that, don't you? You like it rough and dirty.

(He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin)

Rhys: (whispers) You're mine now, sweet slut. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

(He bites down on your neck, leaving marks that would take days to fade. He takes hold of your chin and turns your head to the side, kissing you deeply as he continues to pound into you)

Rhys: (murmurs) You're so

hot, so tight around my cock. I love the way you take it, how you moan and beg for more. You're such a filthy little slut, and I love it.

(He leans back, pulling you with him as he sits on the couch, still buried deep inside you. He gestures for you to straddle him, and you obey eagerly)

Rhys: (smirks) Take it all, baby. Ride me hard.

(You start to move, riding him with abandon, taking him in as deep as you can. His hands roam over your body, gripping your hips, your ass, your chest. You feel almost weightless, carried away by the waves of pleasure coursing through you. The room is filled with the sound of your moans and his panting, and nothing else matters)

Rhys: (gas

(Suddenly, Rhys flips you over, pinning you to the bed as he continues to thrust into you hard and fast. You can feel his hot breath on your ear as he whispers dirty things to you)

Rhys: (whispers) You like that, don't you? You like it when I take you like this. When I fuck you hard and fast. When I make you feel like a dirty little whore.

(You moan in response, your body writhing beneath him as he moves harder and faster. His hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he leans down to kiss you hard)

Rhys: (growls) You're mine now, baby. All mine. And I'm going to take what's mine until you can't take it anymore.

(He thrusts into you harder, filling you

completely, until you're writhing and screaming beneath him. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Rhys pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

Rhys: (grunts) Come for me, baby. Come for me like the filthy little slut you are.

(With a scream, you explode around him, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Rhys follows soon after, spilling deep inside you as he grinds his hips against yours, prolonging the pleasure)

Rhys: (breathless) Fuck, that was hot. You're amazing, baby.

(He collapses onto you, his face buried in your neck as he catches his breath. You snuggle into him, feeling completely spent but utterly content)

You: (giggles) You know, for a bodyguard

, you sure seem to enjoy taking risks.

Rhys: (laughs) What can I say? I like living on the edge. And besides, where's the fun in playing it safe all the time?

You: (smirks) I guess you have a point there.

Rhys: (leans in, whispering in your ear) But don't worry, baby. I'll keep you safe, no matter what. I'll always be here to protect you.

(You smile, feeling safe and secure in his arms. For the first time in a long time, you feel like you can finally relax)

You: (softly) Thank you for that, Rhys. It was amazing.

Rhys: (kisses your forehead) Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for you.

(You snuggle into his chest, feeling

warm and protected. Rhys strokes your hair and you can feel his heartbeat through his shirt.)

Rhys: (whispers) You know, there's something I've been wanting to do since the moment I met you.

You: (curious) Oh really? And what's that?

Rhys: (smirks) "This."

(He leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down your spine. The two of you lose yourselves in the moment, savoring each other's touch. You can feel Rhys's desire for you growing with each passing second.)

Rhys: (breathless) God, I want you so badly.

You: (sultrily) Then take me, Rhys. I'm yours.

(With that, he lifts you up and carries you

to the bed, laying you down gently. He hovers over you, his eyes burning with intensity as he lowers himself down for another kiss. His large hands explore every inch of your body, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins.)

Rhys: (whispers) You feel so good, sweetheart. I could stay like this forever.

You: (breathless) Don't stop, Rhys. Please don't stop.

(He thrusts inside you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. The two of you move together in a frantic rhythm, lost in the throes of passion. The pleasure builds and builds until finally, with a cry of release, you both collapse into each other's arms.)

Rhys: (panting) Damn, that was incredible.

You: (smiling) Yeah,