The Dom Bodyguard: Featuring JB from Playing the Game Series

By Lorraine Loveit

SPOILERS AHEAD!
This story runs parallel with and involves characters from Playing the Game Series – hence, revealing spoilers.
For maximum enjoyment read the series and sequel FIRST

Jeremy Bradley (JB) is a police officer. His job is to protect VIPs. He is also a Dom on the lookout for a new sub to both protect and possess.

Will Bree, a newcomer to Club D/s, be brave enough to fill that role? Or does a terrifying experience change Bree’s mind about what kind of relationship she needs? JB and Bree’s forced separation will either make them or break them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lorraine Loveit
• Release date: Dec 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463929285

Lorraine Loveit

Lorraine Loveit lives in Perth, Western Australia with her family, pet dog and birds.She began writing stories in high school and has never tired of putting pen to paper. These days she has fun creating interesting characters for her sexy novels.Apart from watching rom/coms, her favourite pastime is reading, especially bodice-rippers. In fact, she has a Victorian novel on the back-burner, just waiting for her to continue with the story.When on holidays Lorraine enjoys camping with her family.

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Chapter 1

August 2015

Perth, Western Australia

She caught my eye the second she walked into the club. It was not her looks – there were heaps of women who could top her in that department, including the one kneeling at my feet.

It was her innocence, a look that was a rarity at Club D/s, an exclusive private establishment in Northbridge. It had all the appearances of a nightclub, with its patrons gyrating on the dance floor to the tunes being pumped out by the resident disc-jockey. But it was what went on upstairs behind closed doors that set it aside from other nightspots.

Being one of the Doms who frequented the club I was well known to the staff, so when one was walking past, I asked, Hey Mitch, who’s the blonde in red? I tipped my head in her direction, now standing a few feet from the door with her brunette-haired friend who looked vaguely familiar.

She was a blonde but the shade was unusual, a deep caramel colour and I would bet it was 100 percent natural. Her red strapless dress was modest for this environment but still looked sexy as hell on her. The small side-split in the figure-hugging material gave just a hint of the luscious thigh beneath.

Despite having a dutiful prospect with her back perfectly straight as she sat next to my armchair, I still wanted to get to know this mystery girl. I had been without a full time submissive for a while; it was a position I was now keen to fill.

I will find out for you, Sir. He paused as his eyes flicked downward to Elle’s bent head and back up to me. Would you like me to bring her to you, Mr B?

To her credit Elle did not move or make a sound to indicate she had heard our conversation. We had done a couple of scenes together and she seemed suited to my type of dominance, so why was I even considering this newcomer when she was so willing? And perhaps that was the reason, Elle was too eager to please.

What I was looking for in the perfect sub would be someone less biddable, almost recalcitrant but not to the point that they were frightened of the whole scene. Which brought me back to the blonde, innocent she may seem but yet here she was, in a Dom/sub club, looking for something… or someone.

No… just deliver her a glass of pink champagne and one for her friend with my compliments; put it on my tab. And could you report back to me with her details?

While Mitch was at the bar procuring the drinks, my hand went automatically to stroke my chin to consider my next move. As I watched him walking towards them with the champagne flutes balanced on a silver tray I came to a decision.

I bent down so my mouth was near Elle’s ear, Go and enjoy yourself, have a dance. But don’t leave this level, is that clear? Until I had assessed the situation with blondie, I did not want Elle venturing upstairs with another Dom. I knew I was being selfish but that was one of the perks of being a Dom; sometimes you could have it both ways.

She bobbed her head to indicate she understood my wishes and after gracefully rising, left my side. The timing was perfect, as the woman in red caught my eye. Even from the distance of the 20 feet separating us, I saw her give me a small but encouraging smile along with a slight incline of her head. I raised my bottle of Crown Lager (Crownie) in a toast and grinned as she returned my gesture to clink glasses with her friend.

I noticed Mitch had headed out towards the entry, no doubt to get the information I needed. She intrigued me, giving the impression of being untainted while at the same time there was that sensual air about her. It was this side I wanted to explore.

I unashamedly stared at her while awaiting his return. She sipped her champagne and exchanged a few words with her companion yet her gaze kept returning to me. It was a good sign. Then, to my amazement, she abandoned her friend to head in my direction.

I lowered my eyes from her face to travel down her body and they came to rest on her hips which swayed provocatively as she moved. A vision of my hands on them as I straddled her naked body was so strong I had to shake my head to dispel it.

And then she was standing before me and I jumped to my feet to greet her. I was pleased to see she was tiny, only coming up to my shoulder even though she was wearing some pretty steep heels.

I just came over to thank you for the drinks; that was very kind of you.

It was my pleasure. I haven’t seen you here before and I wanted to welcome you to the club.

Her eyes widened as she asked, Are you the owner?

I laughed at her assumption but was pleased she thought I had the appearance and authority to fill that role. No, just a regular.

I waved my hand towards the nearby vacant chair which matched my own. After she had settled her petite frame into it, I asked what I had been burning to know since the moment she set foot in the door, What’s your name?

Bree.

I nodded my approval, it suited her. I like it, soft like the cheese.

She giggled at my remark and corrected me, It’s B-r-double-e.

I loved her laugh, child-like and infectious. It’s nice to meet you, Bree. I’m JB.

JB? She was still smiling; it was a smile that could brighten anyone’s day.

Yeah, just JB. But I would love to hear ‘Sir’ on her lips.

She placed her drink on the small table between us and cast a quick glance around, taking in the dance floor and the other patrons who were seated around the outskirts as we were. It’s not what I expected.

This was interesting, which had me wondering what she had envisaged Club D/s to be like. Did she even know what the initials D/s stood for? Do you know what kind of club this is?

She tossed her head to the side which effectively pushed the shoulder-length hair back from her face. Felicity said it was different…. Felicity must have been her friend and again, it was a name I had heard before.

How different? I watched her facial features carefully, especially her sky-blue eyes and the flawless pale skin, watching for signs that would show me what she was thinking far more than her words would.

She said… She hesitated as a delightful blush turned her cheeks a light pink. I remained silent waiting for her to continue, … that I would find what I was looking for here.

Now we were getting somewhere. "I think Felicity meant who rather than what." I smiled as her colour deepened to crimson. She was obviously embarrassed to be speaking about this to a total stranger but I admired her courage.

I leaned back in the chair and took a draught of my beer as I observed her, saw how one hand was playing with the short hem of her dress while the other pushed back the unruly hair which kept falling across her face.

What are you looking for, just a bit of excitement – or something more? There was no point dancing around the issue, she was here for a reason and I wanted to find out what it was before someone else plucked this rose for themselves.

She stared into my eyes as if she was trying to decide how to answer but before she could speak Mitch was there, excusing himself and then passing me a small card, which I pocketed. Reaching for my wallet, I pulled out some bills and placed them in his palm. Thanks for your assistance, much appreciated.

You’re welcome, Sir. When it was again just the two of us, I gave her a nod to indicate I was still waiting for her response.

I’m just sick of meeting the same immature guys all the time. She finished with a sigh as if to further cement her statement.

So, she was wanting a more mature man? I judged her to be about 21 and wondered if being seven years her senior was mature enough for her. Or maybe she was not talking about age difference but how they handled her?

Sitting forward I considered my response carefully before speaking. "So tell me, Bree, what characteristics do you prefer? What were your previous boyfriends like?" I hated to think she had prior lovers but although she appeared pure, I was not naive enough to believe she was still a virgin.

Again the fidgeting, this time with the heart-shaped pendant which sat nestled just above the valley between her ample breasts. She may have been small in stature but that did not include her boobs. Her fiddling fingers had drawn my eyes to her chest and I found it hard to lift them back to her face.

They didn’t… take charge. It was left to me to decide everything.

My cock stirred on hearing this – perhaps I was the man she needed. But before my mind and my tackle jumped to the wrong conclusion, I wanted to probe further. She could have just been talking about making choices outside the bedroom.

"And you think, your friend thinks, that you’ll find a guy here who will take charge… of everything?"

She shrugged her shoulders which lifted her breasts so that her nipples were almost visible. I held my breath, hoping to catch a glimpse of one to see if it would be rosy and erect or pale and soft, just waiting to be teased. She gave me a timid smile and asked, "What do you think?"

No, babe, you don’t want to know what I think – you’d probably run a mile if you knew the depths of my base thoughts. I think you need more information before you decide if this is the place for you. I was trying to leave the door open for her; she needed to understand exactly what she was getting into.

Looking around I spotted a Dom and his sub, Gary and Jenna. Glancing back at Bree I nodded in their general direction. Why do you think that guy is sitting on the bar stool while the girl seems happy enough to stand by his side?

Because there’s no spare seats? Her answer was posed more like a question, as if she was not sure and had made a calculated guess.

Turning towards the dance floor I spotted Elle and almost instantly caught her eye. I knew she would have been watching me constantly, waiting for any signal from me. I lifted my head to indicate that I wanted her to come to me and she immediately began making her way through the throng of people.

When she was standing next to me, her eyes on me and me alone, I said, Elle, would you please sit.

There was a spare seat on my other side yet she chose to once again kneel beside me in the same familiar pose, back straight and head lowered. My gaze flicked to Bree and I suppressed a grin at her expression and raised eyebrows. After a moment she composed herself and appeared calm but I knew she was shocked at what she had just witnessed.

Elle, look at me.

After raising her head and eyes to me, I gently asked, Why are you sitting on the floor?

To please you, Sir.

I nodded and whilst still focussing directly on her, further questioned, Why do you want to please me? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Bree had sat forward as if she was keen to hear Elle’s response.

So you will be my Dom and take care of me, Sir.

With one hand I gently cupped her upturned face. Good girl, Elle. Why don’t you go back to your friends now?

Technically it was a question but Elle, being a trained submissive, knew I was dismissing her and she was not required to answer. Without so much as glancing in Bree’s direction she rose to her feet and headed towards the dance floor.

Turning my attention back to the young lady seated opposite me I scrutinised her, trying to gauge her reaction and delve into her thoughts. She appeared anxious as she picked up her glass with an unsteady hand. That one action told me everything I needed to know. I reached across the table to cover her free hand with mine. When her wide eyes looked to me I could tell she was ready to bolt.

Bree, do you trust me?

N-no. It was the answer I was expecting.

And you shouldn’t, not until you know me better.

Even with the noise of the music and voices surrounding us I could still hear her sigh of relief at my words.

I released my gentle hold and sat back. "I don’t think you’re ready for this yet." I swept my arm in a gesture encompassing the room and the club in general.

She lifted her glass to her sweet lips and took a sip of her drink before nodding her agreeance. Maybe you’re right but….

Again she shrugged her shoulders and my balls felt heavy in my pants in anticipation of seeing more of her generous breasts. But…? I was happy to hear she had not quite dismissed the idea; it gave me a glimmer of hope.

But what is the alternative… going back to the same type of guy?

Definitely not. It sounds like they don’t deserve you.

So, what would you suggest? Many suggestions came to mind, some of which I could demonstrate in one of the upstairs rooms, but that would probably put her off the lifestyle altogether. No, she needed coaxing, a gentler approach.

How about we go somewhere quieter and discuss this, over a coffee maybe?

Um, haven’t we both agreed that I shouldn’t trust you?

I laughed and she smiled in return. Would it help if you knew I was a cop?

Fuck, why did I tell her that? Very few people at Club D/s were privy to my other life; that of a police officer with the Protective Services Unit (PSU). I was one of a small group who were assigned to protect visiting VIPs, anyone from members of parliament to international celebrities.

The suspicious look on her face told me she was sceptical. I pulled out my wallet and on opening it, held it out towards her so she could see and read my police photo identification.

Okay Jeremy, I believe you and yes, it does help.

My smile felt like that of a school boy after a girl agreed to go out with him. I’m glad. By the way, everyone calls me JB.

Or Sir. This time my cock not only moved but I was certain it had grown an inch and needed adjusting within the confines of my trousers.

I winked at her cheekiness. First things first, are we going for coffee? I held my breath and knew if she said no then we would not progress any further.

I’d like that, just let me tell Felicity.

We both stood and when she turned around, my eyes got their first glimpse of her rear. As she walked, the material of her red dress clung to and moved across the two perfectly-sized rounded globes. I could easily picture my hands squeezing them, not gently but hard enough to make her cry out and throw her head back while I was taking her from behind. Oh god, I wanted this woman – badly!

Chapter 2

It did not take us long to walk the short distance to a nearby café, one of many dotted around the streets of Northbridge. I insisted we walk instead of drive so Bree would feel at ease. After taking her seat she crossed her legs, which effectively revealed more of her skin when her silky dress rode up higher on her thigh.

While Bree was saying goodbye to her friend, I sought out Elle and gave her some money. Catch a cab home, go straight home, Elle.

She did not quite hide her look of disappointment but still managed a polite, Yes, Sir.

I then took the opportunity to check out the card Mitch had passed to me. It was a guest card and it was then I realised why I had not seen Bree in the club before; she was a newbie. It was the first of August and Club D/s allowed members to bring a friend on the first day of every month. The guest would be required to sign a privacy statement as well as provide photo ID and some other basic information prior to being admitted. My guess had been correct, Bree Barton was indeed 21. Along with her address it showed her occupation as clerk, which for some reason did not seem to fit.

\We received our cappuccinos and after some small talk I cut to the chase, So Bree, ask your questions, about the club, me, whatever you want to know.

She did not immediately speak, instead just stared up at me with a puzzled expression. My eyes went to her fingers which were lightly tapping against her coffee cup, a nervous habit perhaps? I continued to study her as I took a sip of my drink.

How many women do you have throwing themselves at your feet? I almost choked on the hot liquid; it was the last thing I expected her to ask. Was she enquiring about the actions of a submissive in general or was she wanting to know about my current status?

After my short cough I managed a smile. Not nearly enough. No I’m kidding, there’s just Elle but we’re not in a relationship.

She tipped her head to the side as if in thought. What was it she said, about taking care of her? Why does she need you to take care of her?

"She doesn’t need me to, she wants me to; that’s the difference."

But why would she want to, she’s a grown woman with her own independence, right?

Yes, but sometimes… Leaning over with my arm across the small table I drew the back of my index finger slowly down her cheek, which elicited a tiny shudder from her. … people want to give up their independence and let someone else take control, make the choices for them. My finger travelled lower, past her chin and throat to then skim lightly across the swell of her sizable chest before dropping my arm to the table’s surface.

I… see. Her breathing had become more rapid, a sure sign that she was affected by either my touch, my words or both.

"Just like how you want someone, like me, to take charge. Let me take the decisions away for you, Bree."

Is this… JB the Dom talking… or Officer Bradley wanting to protect and serve… isn’t that the police motto? My other hand had delved beneath the table to place my palm on her knee which she still had crossed over the other one. I gently circled my thumb against the smooth flesh.

Something like that. But to answer your first question, this is definitely the Dom talking. To prove my point and to give her a sample of what it would be like, I gripped her knee and despite her gasp of shock, manoeuvred it so her legs were now uncrossed and slightly apart. My fingers were itching to dive in and feel if she was wet but I restrained myself; after all we were in a public place.

My brown eyes caught her blue ones in an intense stare. Without breaking that piercing contact I removed my hand and sat back in my chair, again trying to analyse the situation. It was obvious she was not averse to my advances but that did not mean she was ready for what I had in mind.

Bree, the next move is yours and if you choose correctly it will be the last decision you will have to make.

She ran her tongue over her lips and I was shocked at how easily I could picture her on her knees as she encircled it around my cock. She seemed submissive in so many ways but I could not force her into this, she had to come willingly.

Time seemed to stand still as I waited. Then eventually she nodded and asked, What exactly do I have to decide?

She had rested her wrists on the edge of the table and I gathered up her hands in mine. Where we go from here. You can pretend tonight didn’t happen…. I deliberately paused to see what her reaction to my words would be.

Or? Perfect, she was definitely interested.

Or you can explore a different type of relationship, with me. We could go back to the club and I could show you the private rooms upstairs, we could go to my place or yours.

Um, I live with my sister.

That’s not a problem, in fact you will probably feel more comfortable at home and having someone you trust close by.

I trust you, JB. I can’t promise I won’t change my mind if I get scared, but I want you to decide.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pushed to the back of my mind all the things I wanted to try with her. I had to take things slowly; I had to keep reminding myself that she was a virgin to all of this. This thought brought to the fore one of the initial questions I had. Are you a virgin, Bree? My softly spoken query was loud enough for her ears only.

I was pleased to see that delightful blush suffusing her cheeks. I’m, no… I didn’t realise you wanted a….

I shook my head to dismiss the idea. No sweetheart, I don’t want an innocent.

I could tell she was not that experienced but I was happy she was not a complete novice when it came to sex. She smiled, just a small one but enough to show me she was ready and waiting for me to