The bodyguard

"Do you know what your father does? And How many enemies he actually makes with this job?" he asked her seriously. "You might want to stop complaining about how annoying your life is and start understanding what is going on. You have said about 10 times that you dont need a body guard, and yet already my second day here you were attacked on the street. Stop being stubborn and accept a good thing when it comes to you. Now do you want to get a message and relax a bit or not."

"Or are you scared of getting touched by a guy?" he asked jokingly. He didn't seem angry at her or anything, not even annoyed even 2 seconds after telling her off. Dante wasn't interested in staying angry or being the dick, he just wanted to help her... and bitching all the time, didn't help his job her her own.
 
Looks up at him, surprised by his sudden mood change, she sighs, silently admitting to herself that he is right, of course she wouldn't ever say it to him "wow you could have put that a little nicer you know" she mutters under her breath.

Then stepping back from him "Of course I'm not scared" she says with a smile, while rolling her eyes "but I am relaxed already"
 
Laughing at her muttering, "Neh, don't worry about it too much. Past is past." he walked her and ruffled her hair as he said it.

"yeah sure. You wont feel the same after this. Lets go." Dante said as he practically took her hand with him. Bringing his laptop with him out of the room. Dante headed room after room, they finally got to a room of her father's. Barely accessible, Dante, walked in with a key card.

Opening the door, it was a message parlor. "Your father had this made close to his room, i found it while roaming around. It will be fun." he said. Pointing to a screen, "Go change into a robe, and i will get the message ready for you." Walking over to the tables, he looked over the oils and the soaps.
 
Laughs quietly as she follows him, sighing "what part of I don't need one, were you not getting?" she asks, as she walks to stand behind the screen, "Oh yeah loads of fun" she says. slowly slipping out of her jeans and shirt, and wrapping a robe around her body, tying it tightly.

She comes out and walks over to him, leaning against the side, as she watches "do you take that thing everywhere with you" she laughs, looking over at his laptop.
 
"Well, yeah... it has the whole security grid on it. If something happens in the house it knows and will inform me." He said chuckling, He opened it. "See? It says that someone entered the private Message room." showing her.

"Now, lay face down on the table and open up the top. I am not going to look or anything just need some skin to work with." chuckling lightly, Dante mixed some of the oils and soaps. waiting for her to get ready.

Once she was ready and after some hesitation on her part, Dante started rubbing the oils on. They started cool, and warmed up as he rubbed it into her skin. Starting at her shoulders, he moved his way down, Getting her sides. He brushed up against some boob but said "sorry".

Dante was getting into the rub down. He used the pressure points that he learned from ninjutsu. Poking and prodding some points, easing her muscles and relaxing her. Without him realizing it, he as getting hard in his loose fitting pants. He would sometimes situate himself at the front of her head to reach down her body for the message.

His cock hid nicely in his pants, but only when he got close to her, she would notice his 7" and 2"thick member.
 
"So basically you know everything that's going on in the house" she asks curiously, as she hesitantly sides her top down, relaxing underneath his touch, smiling slightly, "this actually feels really nice" she admits quietly, closing her eyes. Still feeling a little uncomfatable about the fact that he is the one giving her a massage "you know I'm pretty sure this isn't a part of your job description" she giggles.
 
"yeah, I know practically everything that is happening in the house. Not minor things like cups, plates, and vases breaking. Though I can go back to see when it actually happened and who did it." he kinda felt smug about it. "makes me feel a little better being this control."


Smiling, but not saying anything about her compliment. Though they are few and far between. Dante continued, going down one arm, then the other.

"hahaha, no it isn't in the job description. Though 'making you feel secure' and 'protecting you' are. And this is kinda a mix between those two qualification." he laughed after giving a phony excuse.

He kept messaging, getting to the small of her back. Rubbing her nice and good there. He finished that up, getting more oils, he started working her feet and worked his way up this time.
 
Smirks at his answer, feeling his hands working over her legs "still I don't think my dad would be too happy about it" she says with a giggle, but not wanting to complain as she likes the feeling and it does seem to be relaxing her "as long as you don't expect me to return the favour, I would be no where near as good as you" she says with a sigh, as she rests her head on her arms, turning to look back at him, smiling.
 
Dante's cock lurched at the mention of her giving a message. Laughing at her; he said "yeah, I am good without one. I already had a quick one before working here.".

He was about to start on the second leg when they started hearing Dante's laptop freaking out. Quickly Dante walked over to it and opened it up. On the screen it showed 4 men, all carrying gun. They entered through the living room window, smashing it. Looking over at Hannah, "well, I got work to do. Stay here no matter what. You can watch from the laptop, but don't touch anything." he said sternly, this was obviously not a drill.

Dante picked up a knife off one of the counter and left the room. Locking behind him, Dante jogged to where the intruders came from. Hearing them loudly talk, he sat still watching. Quickly Dante came up taking one of the intruders by the hand spinning him and kicking him at one of the other men. Going to the next person Dante kicked out his leg and back fisted his face.

In the instant 2 out of 4 men were down. Now holding the knife out, defensively waiting for the 2 men to act. Right before one could pull his trigger, Dante cut the man's hand chopping his elbow hard, the guy's gun went flying. Kicking his foot behind the man's knee he just fell.

The last man dropped his gun and held up his hands apologizing. Punching him in the chest and twisted, the man fell. It was over as fast as it began.

Calling the cops, he draged 2 bodies at a time, he tied them up. Their backs together, and laid them on the front door step. Finally he started walking back to the message room. Opening it, the first thing he said was, "sorry for interrupting the message."
 
Gasps in shock as she see's what is going on, on the laptop, she watches as he leaves, and has to admit she is worried about him, he could get hurt, there were four men out there and only one of him.

She sits up, pulling the robe closed around her tightly, Her worry turns to awe as she watches him on the laptop, then hears him come in, laughing softly at his words "are you alright" she asks, standing up and walking over to him " I saw what happened out there" she says softly, glancing up and down over his body, obviously trying to make sure he's okay.
 
As Hannah looked for wounds, If she looked at his hand she would see a trickle of blood falling. He didn't bother with it, "The police will be coming soon, so you might want to get get dressed, and get identification it might help." he said wanting her not to get embarrassed.

Not paying attention to his arm, he kept on getting ready for the police. Keeping the house maintained and nothing out ofthe ordinary coming out. If he was asked about it, he just says "too much to do."
 
Smiles and nods, walking away, and slipping the robe off, quickly pulling on all of her previous clothes, and walking back out, watching him, she see's the blood on his hand, gasping softly, she walks over, taking his arm, with her hands gently, "I thought you weren't hurt" she mumbles softly, biting down on her lower lip softly, "come on you need to clean it up" she says, pulling him towards the kitchen.
 
Finally finishing his work, he let Hannah pull him into the kitchen. "I didn't know I was hurt either." he muttered. He didn't feel it that was true, but he knew the blood was there (hard to miss). He took his shirt off and had himself and her check it out. It was a small wound the top of his left hand shoulder. It was only a scratch... A bloody scratch. "that mustof been the 3rd guy, when I his his elbow he mustof fired his gun." Dante surmised.

While they were taking care of that, they go interrupted again. This time the police came, it consisted of a squad car and a detective. Dante called the number for the detective personally and explained a bit.

So when he came, Dante explained while Hannah and himself cleaned the wound. Showing the video clip of what happened, and gave him the guns, and any bullet shells. All separated in baggies, organized for clean evidence.

The whole ordeal took no more than 1/2 hour, with Dante's organization. After they left, both of them were on the porch watching as they left. Dante's shoulder was fine, and it wrapped around Hannah's shoulder.

Hannah's back, and wherever the oil Dante put on her, felt weird. It was oddly really really warm compared to the cold night. It also effected her a little between the thighs, a aphrodisiac of sorts that seeped into the skin.
 
Stands on the porch, watching as they leave, glad that it is finally over, still a little worried over the fact he had got hurt.

She sighs lightly as she glances up at him, but he seems fine. Hannah was surprised her skin was all warm and tingly from the massage he had given her, and it felt.. good? She couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the new sensation, she knew she had to get out of there "you know I think I'm going to go upstairs for a while" she tells him quickly, before turning and walking back into the house.
 
"Ok, If you need anything just holler." Dante said going back inside with her. He took out a notepad and wrote down all the broken and dismantled items in the living room. Getting it all written down he decided to call the people tomorrow, he set the pad in the office and headed upstairs with his stuff.

Getting upstairs, he heads to his room, and writes down observations and things worth noting about Hannah in his 'Hannah notebook'. Setting it down he stretches out his arm, it felt a little stiff but nothing too bad.

Getting up and heading to the bathroom, he passed by Hannah's room... wondering if he should check up on her. Dante listened for anything to indicate she was busy before trying to get her attention.
 
Can't believe how hot the massage had made her, quickly she walks up to her room, closing the door behind, she strips down slowly, laying back on the bed, as her hands slide down over her body, moaning softly, as she bites down on her lip hard, trying to keep her voice down, a little scared that he will over hear her.
Her hands slide down lower, to her pussy, moaning loudly as she slips her fingers deep inside her, not even bothered about him anymore.
 
Hearing a light moan first he doubted what he heard at first... About to walk away, he heard the louder moan. 'I did hear right!' he thought, then through his mind reeled what the small tight woman would feel in his hands...

Shaking his head he continued on his way to get a drink wondering if he should speak to her, or talk to her the next day. Knowing he wouldnt want to be interrupted if he was in the same position, so he decided to let her go.

Walking back, he heard her moan again. Already his member was fully erect and he needed to do something about it. Thinking for a few moments, he slowly and silently he lightly opened the door a crack.

Looking inside he got a great view of Hannah. Her back was arched and feet were holding her pelvis up in the air. Not thinking too clearly, Dante lightly rubbed his pants to get to his steel hard member. He wanted her... had to have her.

Hannah was getting close to hitting her climax. Dante just waited and watched, waiting for that to happen to sneak in and...
 
Sighs lightly as she adds another finger, sliding them in and out harder and faster "oh god" she moans, as she feels herself getting closer, not noticing im in the doorway. She slides her other hand up her stomach, running lightly around her nipple, pinching it softly as shefeels herself getting closer.

She thrusts her head back, spreading her legs further as she arches her hip upwards, starting to cum, moaning loudly the whole time, collapsing back onto the bed, her eyes closed.
 
Quietly walking into the room, he doesn't even bother with closing the door. Putting his head in between Hannah's legs he peered into her hole. Watching it pulse as she calms down from her recent orgasm. Smelling the sweet smell of her cum. He licked his lips and before he could hold himself back he went in, licking her twat.

First to surprise her, he started at the bottom. licking the slit and then nibbling on the clit. Pulling her to him, ignoring whatever she protested, he used her thighs as ear muffs and had her legs fall down his back. Diving into her muff, he put both of his hands under her butt, lifting her into his mouth.
 
She sighs relaxing back on the bed, exhausted, as she suddenly feels his warm wet tongue on her, glancing down she gasps in shock, as she squirms in his grasp, trying to pull back away from him
"What, what are you doing?" she stammers, as her hands move down, trying to push him back away from her, "you have to stop" she adds, but can't help but moan as he continues to work his tongue on her
 
Pulling her ever closer, he inserted 2 fingers into her pussy as he licks up her clit. For a bit he does this until he starts kissing lightly up her stomach. Inserting his tongue into her navel, he continued to finger her nice and slow.

'I am raping my boss' daughter...' the thought crossed his mind. He heard her moans... 'she is enjoying it almost as much as i am...' he thought, while his lips kissed their way up her stomach some more.

Licking under her B cup breasts, he lifted it with his free hand. Avoiding her nipple until both tits were cleaned by his tongue. Then he attacked her right nipple, licking the areola and then flicked over the nipple itself.
 
She opens her eyes slowly, to look down, half wanting him to stop, but he is making her feel so good, she again wriggles to the side away from him, knowing this is wrong.
"you have to stop, I'll...I'll tell my dad" she says with a smirk, sure that will stop him, feeling his tongue on her sensitive nipples, "oh god" she cries out, thrusting her head back.
 
Frowning up at her, "Then you would go back to the crappy body guards. That dont give two shits about you." He said going to the other nipple. This time, he started with lightly biting the nipple, and grinded it with his teeth. Getting faster with his fingers in her cunt, with the two fingers he started to rub her G-Spot.

Letting go and moving more up on her body, "I dont think you would risk the humiliation, or the pain... If you were caught today, all of those four men would be raping you right now." he licked her neck, and lightly bit down on it.

"I am going to make you beg me for it." he said smiling after the light bite.
 
Bites down on her lower lip softly as she hesitates, not sure what she wants anymore. "I.." she trails off, knowing that he is right, she doesn't a different bodyguard.
"Fine, then stop because I'm asking you" she whispers, moaning loudly as she feels herself, getting closer again, gripping hold of the sheets as she tries to stop herself.
 
Stopping completely.

Dante pulls his fingers from her snatch, licking them like a Popsicle. Leaning over, he kissed her on the lips, crudely at first, but he opened his mouth and let the tongue in, then it became passionate. He poured the taste of her and mixed the feelings he had for her, the lust, the desire. Ending the kiss as quickly or as randomly as it started, always making her want more.
 
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