teamzaylor

Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 5
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor / Blade (Zac)
Authors Notes: Hello guys thanks for your patience, Chapter 5 is a little shorter than the others.

warnings for this chapter: sexual content

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Taylor:

I must have fainted because the next moment I remembered was Skye staring down at me, his blue eyes with a worried expression.

"Are you alright Taylor?" He wiped over my sweaty forehead with a cold washcloth.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I responded dizzily.

Then I heard how Skye mentioned Natalie’s name, my head hurt so bad and it took awhile until my memories slowly came back and I could hardly listen to his words anymore. Even though I felt empty and numb, I was aware of tears running down my cheeks. All I could remember were Skye's words as he talked insistently about me having a bodyguard right away, he was also crying and his arms embraced me tightly as he kept on talking.

"You really need a bodyguard, Taylor. More than ever! You won't find a better one than your brother for now. Let me get him back for you, okay? He’s your only family now. Bear that in mind Tay!”

I leaned my body to him weakly and I didn't have the strength to decline his urgent request anymore. I came to understand that security was now more important than to think about minor matters. I just cried silently into his arms.

“Eagle Eye is outside, waiting for you. Do you think you can walk now Taylor? He needs to talk to you and he can accompany you as I talk to your brother.” He pushed me gently up and wiped the tears on my cheeks. At that very moment, the only person I could trust was Skye, there was no one else.

"Okay." I gave in to him.

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Blade:

The red light district welcomed me like a familiar cunt whose hole I had fucked 5000 times. For the first time, I even felt comfortable living here where I could breathe in and breathe out the dirty truth of real life. The streets of this district were rubbish-strewn and junkies sat everywhere in house entrances and hidden corners to take a hit. You can rarely walk through this district without getting asked if you want to buy any kind of drugs, poison, if you have any change or if you want a blow job. When the whores, pimps, criminals and drug addicts are the only ones out on the streets at night it seemed like walking through a zombie adventure game.

This filthy dirty place of hookers, junkies, pushers, and killers was my home, that's the place where I belonged. In fact, this was exactly where I should and deserved to be.

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However, the night was still young. I would just check on my brothel, fuck one of my sluts to begin the evening and get back to reality.

Besides to the fact that my business time was lessened because of that unworthy meeting, I knew I had to deal with Santiago later. That old man knew how to talk shit to me. I frowned at the thought that he probably knew by now what happened. It was hard to imagine that Skye would shut his mouth about it.

I regret helping him that night. I really should have let him be mugged by those thugs. He totally deserved it.

I turned to the left in the direction of my business. I was still furious about everything when I finally arrived at my brothel.

I went straight to the reception area and left Bandito with my assistant.

"You stay here buddy, got it?"

He looked up at me attentively, as if he immediately understood what I just said. The tone of my voice couldn't hide the still sustaining anger in me, he probably sensed it.

He walked directly to his blanket at the corner and plopped himself down.

“You’re kind of late, Sir, busy day?”

My receptionist greeted me as she handed me a list of the customers we had so far.

“Let me see if you did a good job while I was gone," were my moving words as a deigned a look at her, ignoring her question like usual. I flashed a quick glance of control on the list.

"Fine. Seems like a good night for my business, doll. Now it's time for some real pleasure.”

I threw the record aside, removed my sunglasses and looked down the hallway in which a few of my hookers were waiting for their customers.

After some short glances of appraisal, I found my source of pleasure for the night and walked towards the brunette bitch wearing a leather top that pushed her tits up.

“Got a customer, Chantal?” I let my eyes travel down her risqué neckline, then to her excessively rouged face.

“None at the moment Sir." She replied.

"Good. You're going to come with me to my office!"

I smirked a little before I placed my hand around her neck, guiding her to my office and letting the tips of my fingers brush the soft flesh of her breast with my other hand.

“Remove your clothes. Make it quick.”

I commanded after closing the door of my private room. I wasn't in the mood for a long foreplay; I had wasted enough time today.

She gave me a seductive smile before she began stripping in front of me. I sat comfortably on my bed after removing my leather jacket.

Not breaking our eye contact, she began to undress herself, her top first, her bra and short skirt afterwards. She was completely naked when she walked towards me, and placed both of her knees on my sides, her tits hovering over my face.

I placed my experienced palms on them and began to massage them roughly.

“I'm going to fuck you hard now, Babe." I informed her about my intention.

I squeezed her tits and teased her nipples with my thumbs. She arched her back and mewed like a cat. It made my prick jerk and throb like it has a life of its own. She didn't respond to my urgent words, whatever. She knew she had to obey, anyway.

I gave her neck a bite as I continued massaging her.

“Undress me.”

She followed my command instantly.

She pulled my shirt off first and trailed down kisses from my neck to my navel. Then she kneeled between my legs as she fumbled with my belt. I leaned back and rested my hands behind my head, watching her do her job. I lifted my hips for her to remove my jeans and boxers swiftly.

After she had successfully undressed me, she went back to her previous position and wrapped her lank fingers around my cock, lightly stroking it.

"Go ahead babe," I said.

She looked up at me with a questioning look.

“I want to suck it, Sir, can I?”

What the hell did she think I was waiting for? Retarded bitch.

I placed my hand at the back of her head and pushed it against my crotch.

“Go on, suck my cock!”

Right after she heard my answer, she opened her mouth to envelop the head of my cock with her cherry red lips. Her head bobbed up and down while her fingers clung at my thighs for support.

“That’s it, suck it real nice, fucking dirty whore.”

I held her head firmly between my legs guiding her as I moved my hips in rhythm with her mouth. I let her suck me for several minutes before I pulled her head off my cock.

“Dirty sluts like you deserve some hard fucking, get on the bed and bend over.”

She followed my orders like a puppy and positioned herself on the bed while I put a condom on. I grabbed her hips and positioned behind her.

My hard cock teased her wet entrance.

“You enjoy sucking my cock, bitch?” I grabbed a fistful of her brunette hair.

“Oh yes Sir, I liked it so much.” Her entrance was lightly stroking against the head of my cock.

“You damn lewd whore.” I pushed my hips forward and filled her up.

She cried out over and over again as I rammed into her repeatedly. I fucked her hard. The kind of fuck a dirty bitch like her deserved.

My sluts were used to rough kind of fucks. I vented out all my spleen in my hard thrusts into her. My sluts knew that I could do with them whatever I fucking wanted. Rough and loveless sex was exactly what I needed to feel better.

When I was done, I pulled myself from her while she let herself crash on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Lock the door when you leave, babe, I need to take a shower. Got it?”

She just nodded with closed eyes.

I went in to my adjacent bathroom and disposed the sticky condom. Sex was more than effective, I didn't think about the past events anymore.

I had just finished showering and was getting dressed when my phone rang. I released a deep sigh when I saw Santiago’s name on the screen. Whatever. Earlier or later he would come to know what happened.

“What’s up old man missed me already?”

I sarcastically asked, in an effort to play unaware.

“Get your ass here Blade, now. Your beautiful boy is here pestering me again. If you want him to stay alive, get back here as soon as you can.”

The line ended. I slapped my palm to my forehead out of exasperation.

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