Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ Erotic Punishment ( Chapter 7 )

Okay people, you can all thank Tyleet and SaiyanGoddess for posting reviews, (and my beta reader, Pan-chan, for bugging the hell out of me) or you wouldn't be getting this chapter!! Thanks, guys, for reviewing! Hmm, now, where was I….

The hot wax hit his skin and began to run down his chest, toward his belly, leaving a trail of hardening wax as it cooled. He shuddered and gasped a little. It hurt, but it felt good too and his level of arousal was heightened by the sight of Pan, who had moved to straddle his hips, still holding the candle above him. She was watching him, judging his reaction to her intriguing method of torture. His eyes flashed and she smiled, seductively, before dripping more wax onto his flesh. The little drop of fire trailed to the side this time, over his nipple and he groaned. He felt her fingertip touch the outside of the wax that had hardened over the flat brown disk and bucked his hips under her. She shook her head, slowly. "Down boy. You still have to pay for breaking your promise," she said. He growled, low in his throat, but stayed where he was. The silk scarves weren't holding him down, the force of her gaze and the intensity of his arousal was. He wanted more. She gladly gave it. For over an hour, she elicited moans and cries of pleasure from the Saiyan Prince, the red welts and hardened lines of wax crisscrossing his chest. She never ventured below the waist with her candle. Pan didn't want to hurt him, not really. She just wanted him to suffer for a while and she was fascinated by his willingness to be and reaction to being dominated.

Vegeta's control was thin, already diminished by the nearness of the Midnight Run, even before Pan had turned into a sexy as hell dominatrix. The candle that had begun as a thick, long taper had been reduced to a little scrap of smoldering wax in her hand and she finally dropped it beside the bed. He heard a hiss and realized she must have thoroughly planned her little adventure, having a bucket or something full of water beside the bed to extinguish her candle. A smirk played across his lips as her fingertips traced over the wax that had hardened on his skin. He was hot and hard between her thighs, his arousal pressing insistently against the leather thong that shielded her from him. "Pan, no more games. I need you now. Untie the scarves," he said, his voice hoarse. "You can get loose," she said, cocking her head to one side. In reality, she had imagined he would already have done so, snapping through the flimsy bonds with ease and taking what he so obviously needed. "Pan," he warned, softly. "I don't care about the scarves, Vegeta. I expected you to rip them. I want you to now," she whispered, leaning down and tracing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. With one swift tug, he was free and grasped the edge of her panties. Her eyes widened when he tore the leather away and he smirked. "I will replace them, many times over," he promised before grabbing her hips and lifting her into the air, then lowering her onto his arousal. Pan moaned and Vegeta's breath hissed in as she sank over him, enclosing him in tight, wet heat and finally snapping the fragile hold he had on his control.

Pan saw the change in his eyes when his Saiyan instincts took over, the hot lust, animal need. Before she could react, he flipped her to her back and rose over her, a low growl in his throat. She fought down fear, the urge to try and escape, knowing that not only would it be useless, it would be pointless, as Vegeta, even in his Saiyan mindset, would not harm her. His tail had twined around her waist, anchoring her to him and she knew that if she had tried to get away, that amazingly powerful appendage would have prevented it. That same furry appendage was also extremely sensitive. Pan hid a smirk as the remembered knowledge came to her, suddenly. Cautiously, she fingered the tip of his tail and Vegeta paused, still buried inside her, but intrigued as to what she was going to do now. Her fingers stroked his tail, squeezing gently and massaging until she coaxed it to release its hold on her waist. Her hand reached the base of his tail and she rubbed a little harder. A low rumble began in his chest and Pan had to bite back a grin as she realized what the sound was. Vegeta was purring. Pan's tail twined around its male counterpart, the two furry lengths nearly equal, twisted together and gently squeezing each other. Her hands moved to his hips and she pulled him down. With her soft kiss soothing his Saiyan instincts, Vegeta began to move, rocking against her hips, his hands braced on either side of her body. She looked up at his face, loving the way he closed his eyes and let everything he was feeling flow across his features. This was the only time Vegeta's face revealed anything, while he made love to her and she relished the fact that she was the only person who got to see this side of him. He was beautiful anyway, but when the expression of pure and complete ecstasy crossed onto his face, he was like a dark angel, his lips parting in a silent cry as he released himself into her depths. With one last long stroke, he brought her to her peak and her body clenched, her hands tightening on his shoulders and dragging him down to her, on top of her. His weight was comforting and strong, his hands stroking through her hair, his voice husky as he murmured something unintelligible. "Hmm?" She nuzzled his ear, having no idea what he'd been saying. "Enjoy this while you can, Pan. I can't stay here tonight and you won't see me tomorrow," he said, lifting his head so she could hear his words. "The Run," she said, quietly. He nodded. "I want you with me, but I need you with Bra," he told her. "Wh-what will you do?" she asked, bracing herself to be told another would see to his needs on that night. It was his right, after all, to sleep with whomever he chose, and she should learn to live with it. Even if he were faithful at all other times, on this one night of the year, she couldn't expect him to ignore the primal urges that had been implanted in his DNA since the dawn of time. "I will sit in my chambers, with the doors barred from both the inside and out," he said, watching her face for a moment before adding, "alone." A smile spread over her face and he knew she'd been imagining him with another. Relief and joy replaced the hesitance and the hint of fear in her eyes. "I could-" she began, but he shook his head. "No. Bra needs your protection. If someone got through the other guards, you would be her only hope." She nodded, once, understanding. "All right, Vegeta. When will you go?" she asked. "Not now. I am far from through with you, little onna," he whispered, and she felt him harden inside her. Shivering at the delicious feeling of him growing hotter and harder within her body, Pan closed her eyes and let her head fall back as the Prince of Saiyans began to make love to her again.

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Okay, the Run is almost here! Sorry this is so short, but things are about to take a turn for the- uh- interesting!! R&R and I'll work faster… (Shi-Saiyan unashamedly bribes readers)