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Reader's Name: Demetria. Starring: Michael B. Jordan as "Erik Killmonger" from Black Panther.
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"You're getting a bodyguard while I'm heading off to a mission."
She sat in the dimly lit medium-sized room on a plush burgundy armchair, arms and legs tightly crossed with a scowl of stubbornness and confusion etched onto her face. Her father stood in front of his sturdy mahogany desk, his back turned towards her as he faced her with a stern and serious expression.
The room was adorned with movie posters and framed works of art, and the walls were painted a deep shade of crimson. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne, filling the medium-sized space.
Her mind was filled with questions and worries as she tried to make sense of her father's words. Why did she need a bodyguard? And what was this mission that her father was going on? She knew he was the leader of a mafia gang.
Suddenly, her father turned around and walked towards her, his face softening as he took her hands in his. "I know this is a lot to take in, sweetheart," he said, "but I promise you, everything will be alright. I'm just taking some precautions to keep you safe, and I'll be back before you know it."
Her father was dressed in a grey dress suit with a black suitcase on top of the desk, his hand grabbed the handle and held it to his side. "I know it's not ideal, but it's for your safety," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
"Dad, I can take care of myself and are you leaving me with someone I don't even know?" Demetria inquired, her concern noticeable as she stood up from her crimson red armchair, her father trailing behind her.
"Baby girl, you need protection and it's not a complete stranger. The bodyguard is someone we both known very well." Vincent said in a gentle tone, planting a tender kiss on her forehead to ease her concerns. "Rest assured, baby girl, you are in good hands."
Demetria was born into wealthy royalty by a king and queen who were her parents, a notorious all-black mafia crew, headed by her father, Vincent "Slick" Miller. Despite his fearsome reputation, Vincent was a loving father who fiercely protected his daughter from the dangers of his world.
She was homeschooled, and was never allowed to leave the heavily fortified family home. But she knew that her sheltered life could not last forever. due to her father's dangerous line of work. The world of organized crime was an ever-present threat, and Demetria knew that one day she would have to face it head-on.
Demetria refused to be known as just "Slick's daughter" or be seen as weak. She trained with the most trusted bodyguard her father had, who was the only one they had complete faith in.
Demetria was homeschooled and was never allowed to leave the heavily fortified family home. But she knew that her sheltered life could not last forever. The world of organized crime was a constant threat, and Demetria was determined to face it head-on.
The duo heard a knock on the door, Demetria's heart raced. "Who is it?" she asked.
She refused to be known simply as "Vincent's daughter" and was determined to prove her strength. With the help of her father's most trusted bodyguard, Erik, she trained tirelessly to prepare for whatever lay ahead.
When Vincent opened the door, It was Erik, Demetria had come to rely on as her protector.
Despite her nerves, she felt a rush of confidence wash over her. "Erik is my bodyguard?" she asked, her eyelids widen.
Demetria was surprised to see Erik standing at the door. She had expected him to be out on a job with her father, but here he was, standing in front of her.
She had known Erik for years, and he was the only one she trusted other than her father. Erik had been her bodyguard since she was a child, and he had taught her everything she knew about self-defense and survival.
"Yes, Demetria, Erik is your bodyguard," her father nodded, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"He's the best in the business, and I trust him with my life and yours."
Demetria nodded, relieved that Erik was there to protect her. She knew that she couldn't rely on her father's protection forever, and having Erik by her side gave her a sense of safety.
"Thank you, Dad," she said, giving her father a quick hug before turning to Erik. "I'm glad you're here, Erik."
Erik nodded, a small smile on his face. "Always, Demetria. I've got your back."
"Yes, it's not going to be a problem for you, is it?" Vincent asked her, rose a brow.
"Nope, not a problem at all.." She corrected him, standing tall and putting a confident front, trying to hide her flushed face.
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She spent countless hours in her bedroom reading a book, waiting for something to happen. She was aware of the fear her father and Erik instilled in many people. Reluctantly, she closed her book and left her bedroom. To her surprise, Demetria noticed him standing near her door.
"You're not asleep yet?" He asked, arching his brow.
"Nope, I couldn't sleep and I was worried about you." Demetria replied, fiddling with her necklace.
Erik smirked at her as he lifted her chin, "You know I can handle whatever they throw at me baby." He replied, pecking her forehead.
Erik and Demetria were secretly dating, despite the fact that her parents were highly aware of Erik's past and his resentment towards Wakanda and its people. Nevertheless, whenever Demetria was in his presence, Erik displayed a gentle, compassionate, and protective demeanor.
Demetria gently grabbed onto his hand with her looking up at him, "Do you want to come protect me in my room?" She replied, her thumb ran across his palm.
Erik chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked down at her. "I would love to, baby, i've missed you." he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.
Demetria's cheeks flushed even deeper, but she couldn't help but smile at his playful nature. "Alright, but I won't keep quiet," she purred, her teeth sinking into her lips.
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Her naked back pressed against the bedsheets and he was giving her slow and rough thrusts into her. "Oh, shit." she mewled, He continued to go deeper and deeper, her hands clenching the sheets so tightly. With every rough thrust, her erect nipples grazed against the sheets.
"Fuck, is this pussy all mine?" he snarled deeply, "Yess! It's all yours..." she sobbed out, her walls gripping around his dick tightly, as he spanked her ass with his palm. He resumed to plow into her mercilessly, the bed creaking. "You're so pretty taking this dick princess," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath causing a shiver to travel down her spine.
The pillow was soaked with her tears and spit, "Oh fuck! Erik!" she hollared, her body yearning for more. "I love this pussy," he said huskily, his lips trailing up between her breast. With his right hand, he gripped her neck, pulling her towards him for a sloppy kiss. while, he circled her clit with his middle finger.
"I'm about to—" she began, but was cut off by a loud moan. "Come on this dick," he spat, rolling his hips at a faster pace until his strokes became sloppy and slow. She came undone on his dick as he swiftly pulled out of her and came onto her stomach.
He gently littered kisses and leaving hickeys on her collarbone and jawline. He pulled her close to him, observing with delight as she peacefully dozed off, unable to suppress a smile. He kept his eyes fixed on her slumber.
Erik leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep as well.
