I had known him for only a few months. My parents hired him to provide security for our estate back at home, and he did a good job of it. When I told my parents I was planning on doing a bit of travel to see the world, my mom had him accompany me. His job was to protect me from any would-be scammers or thugs. It was clear that he took his job seriously, since he dropped some of his prior responsibilities when we left.
I knew him as little more than a protector. I hadn't talked to him much before we left home, and what little we did talk about was related to his job. I knew nothing about his past, and his personality was alien to me. I've known him for all this time, yet he was still a stranger. Yet he wasn't just any stranger, he was more. He was exotic, yet familiar. He was distant, yet so close.
Him and I had only been traveling alone for about a week. We spent four days on the road as we made our way to the coast, another day was spent in a port city to experience the splendor of my homeland one last time, and these past three days on a cruise ship, bound for a far away land. All it took was eight days for some strange feelings to arise. Feelings that made me question the professional nature of my relationship with him.
As I sat there, I found myself undressing my 'protector' with my eyes... but why? I didn't even know him that well! I thought that I may have been attracted to him, but I had difficulty justifying that idea. However, the more I thought about it, the more I leaned towards it. I wanted to reassure myself that I wasn't some pervert, but every thought that crossed my mind made me think that maybe I was. The only way out of that was that, yes, I was attracted to him in some way...
I studied him as he read his book, trying to figure out what it was about him that drove me wild. He was quiet, yet menacing. That couldn't be it... I like chatty, friendly people. Was it his body? Maybe not... While he was no doubt a wall of muscle, he certainly lacked that chiseled physique. How about his looks? Doubtful. I'm not sure I like his wiry ginger beard, or his haggard 'I've seen some stuff' look. The more I studied him, the more I began to realize that there was nothing particular about him that I found physically attractive. That could only mean one thing, and it was difficult to admit at first.
My subconscious thoughts about wanting to sleep with him weren't grounded in attraction, as much as I wished they were. No, they went deeper. They dug through my 'tame' exterior and settled within my kinks and fetishes. I hadn't experienced it first hand before, but I knew that one of my turn-ons was humiliation, especially in the eyes of friends and family. Not to blow my own whistle, but I was young and attractive, and I had assets, both physical and financial; I could have feasibly had anyone I wanted, royalty excluded, and my family knew that. Making love with a brute like him would be extremely disappointing amongst my family, especially my parents.
Just thinking about it... It was chipping away at my sanity and making me want it even more! But how? How would I introduce the subject to him? It would have been incredibly awkward, and I didn't deal well with awkward situations. Flat out asking him would have probably driven him away... I returned to my magazine to give myself some time to think. Many ideas came to mind, all of them equally terrible. I thought about stripping and throwing myself at him, while the thought about orchestrating a wardrobe malfunction also came across my mind. I settled on that, a subtle route.
As I sat on the bed, pretending to read through my magazine, I began to slowly adjust my legs downward and apart. I couldn't be entirely certain, but I was sure that he had a clear view up my dress. With my underwear exposed, I stealthily looked across the room at him. He either wasn't interested, or he wasn't aware; he simply sat on his chair, cross legged, reading from his book. I tried grabbing his attention with a cough. Nothing. Maybe subtlety wasn't the best tactic to use here. It was going to be difficult, but I had to try asking... but what if he rejected me? That would be even worse than sleeping with him!
I pushed that doubt out of mind and myself ever closer to asking. "I have a question..." I started with an admittedly shaky voice.
"Yes?" he asked, still focused on his book.
"When my parents hired you to protect me, what were their terms?"
He looked up at me. At first, his eyes met mine, but they quickly drifted downward as he gazed up my dress. Just as quickly as he snuck a peak, he looked back down at his book. "'scuse me?"
"What kind of things did they want me protected from?" I questioned.
"Ya know. Bad guys like thieves and con artists." he said. "Why? You're not expecting something like that when we land in Crestfall, are you? No enemies I don't know about?"
"No, not particularly," I replied.
There was a pause as he returned to his reading.
"What about boys?" I asked. "Did they want me protected from them, too?"
He looked up at me again, this time trying his hardest to maintain eye contact with me. After a brief moment of silence, he said, "No. Your parents never said anything about that, and for the best. You're twenty years old, you should be making those decisions now... But. I am here to protect you from anything you don't want to deal with." He lowered his eyes to his book again. "Have no fear. No creeps will be getting you on my watch." There was another pause. "By the way, I can kind of... uhh..."
"Huh?" I asked, lowering my magazine as I played along. "Oh! My mistake, I'm sorry. I can get kind of scatterbrained sometimes..." I said as I closed my legs. I couldn't tell if he was interested or not from that brief exchange, and I pushed myself further, but questions began to nag in my mind. Was I really about to ask him? Would he even say yes? How would I let my family know it happened without directly telling them? That would spoil all the fun... Or maybe he was simply a man doing his job, not interested in me? I had to know! With a final nudge, I pushed myself overboard. Again, I tried a subtle approach. "Umm, well... would you protect me from yourself?" I blurted out.
He looked back up at me. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you afraid of being alone with me, or something?" he asked.
"Oh, no!" I said with a courteous giggle. "I just meant... what I really..." I bumbled, struggling to find the right words. It was true, I was bad at subtlety, and even worse with words, if my next question was any indication. I took a deep breath and blurted out, "If I asked if I could have sex with you, what would your answer be?" Great, now I've done it...
He grabbed a bookmark off of the table and wrapped his book around it. "Is this a trick?"
"No," I calmly said.
