Salvage Him (Highland Park Chronicles Book 1)

by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

  "That's it. Let it out, sweet sub." He released his hold on me and knelt behind me on the bed. He ran a hand over my ass.

  I flinched away from him.

  He didn't pull me back; he moved forward and tried again. This time, his hands were cool on my skin. He rubbed the sting away, and my own moans surprised me. His fingers worked into my muscles and trailed down my thighs.

  "You did so well, my sweet sub," he said.

  "Thank you, Sir," I said in a breathy whisper.

  He leaned over and kissed one cheek and then the other.

  "No, thank you."

  I was surprised to find myself smiling.

  Harrison

  Every insecurity I had about having a sub as a permanent part of my life disappeared when I looked at Brooklyn. She relished her role and took great pride and pleasure in pleasing me. I had the same feelings for her. It was perfect, and everyone noticed.

  Outside my apartment, we maintained a conscious effort to keep our distance. When we were too close, you could feel the attraction and adoration pouring off of us. Anyone in our presence felt it too.

  A couple of weeks later, we both found ourselves at Fitzgerald & Kennedy. We walked by each other, barely spoke, but brushed up against each other.

  Justin and Seth picked up on it in a second.

  "You finally fucked her," Seth said when we were in Justin's office.

  I rolled my eyes at him, but it didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me anymore. I was good.

  "Come on, Seth," Justin said.

  "Okay, first, why is it because you guys are in love that I can't discuss the women you're fucking. I mean, why because they are permanent do I not get details anymore. It fucking sucks."

  "You want details?" I egged him on.

  "Yes."

  "What do you want to know? How tight her pussy is? How wet she gets when I look at her a certain way? How she's probably sitting in whatever meeting she's in thinking about my cock inside her." I grinned.

  "Okay, maybe not so much detail," Seth said.

  Justin and I laughed.

  "Dude, we need to get you a woman," Justin said.

  "No, thanks. I don't need any help from two whipped fools like you." He turned to head out the door. "I swear you guys give Doms a bad name."

  We waited for the door to close before we busted out in a fit of laughter.

  Justin made his way to his desk and collapsed in his seat. I found the chair across from his desk. I had tears in my eyes.

  I loved Seth, but he had no clue. What Justin and I were experiencing was exactly what this lifestyle was all about.

  He'd figure it out.

  "I'm glad you're happy, and things are working out." Justin said.

  "Yeah. I'm good." I couldn't get the grin off my face if I tried. "What's up? You said you had a job you want me to work on."

  "Yeah, but it's out of town."

  I narrowed my eyes.

  "The house in Palm Springs.” Justin held his hands up. “The guy out there fucked up the installation of the doors and the cabinets in the bathroom. I don't want to mess it up trying to figure it out."

  "Aw, man, I don't want to leave Brooklyn right now." I ran a hand over my face.

  "I know, but I need this job to go perfectly. It shouldn't be more than a day or two, three days tops." His eyes pleaded with me. "You can take Brooklyn with you."

  "Nah, she's knee deep in Leanne's job. She won't want to leave."

  "Please," Justin begged.

  I dropped my head to my chin.

  "Yes. Thank you. I promise. I owe you one."

  "When are we leaving?"

  "In the morning, I'll send you flight details."

  I stood up and took out my phone to text Brooklyn.

  I needed to spend as much time as I could with her now, to survive the next couple of days without her.

  When I returned home to wait for her, I tried to keep busy. When she wasn't around, my brain needed a distraction. My work helped.

  I hadn't told her about the new house yet. I didn't want her to freak out about it. No sudden moves. I didn't want to scare her away.

  Telling a woman you built a house for her before our first date would send even the strongest woman scurrying away.

  I chuckled out loud; Seth was right.

  While I waited for her, I sat on the couch and drew her from memory.

  Yes, I realize how gone I am over this girl. Get over it.

  She arrived an hour later.

  I continued to write as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me.

  "Take your clothes off," I said but didn't look at her. It took all the control I had not to attack her. I wanted to play, take my time. I had eighteen hours, and I would take every second of it to show her what she meant to me.

  I watched her undress in my peripheral. Her body made me groan. Her tits were the perfect size for my hand, her hips curved, and her stomach flat but soft.

  Her pussy was shaved with a little patch of kinky hair that tickled my nose when I went down on her. I licked my lips thinking about her taste, how she smelled, and her ass, a thing of beauty. I caught the grin on her face. She knew I was trying not to look.

  "On your knees."

  She lowered herself in front of me between my legs. I closed my notepad and set it on the seat. Her eyes followed it.

  She wanted to know what I was doing, but she didn't ask. She knew it was playtime. She didn't speak, didn't move, didn't come until I told her to.

  "How was your day, pup?” I sat up.

  "Better now, Sir." She smiled at me.

  "Yeah. You missed me?"

  "Always." The way she said always made my cock hard. Her eyes spotted the bulge in my pants.

  "I have some good news and bad news." I leaned over.

  She bit her lip and focused back on my face.

  "I have to go out of town for a few days on a job for Justin." I held my breath.

  She swallowed, and fuck me, if her sadness didn't shoot out at me, making my heart ache. "I would love for you to come with me."

  She opened her mouth, but I raised my hand.

  "I know you have to work." I held out my hand, and she laid her hand in my palm. "It's going to be okay. You believe me?"

  "Yes, Sir." She straightened her shoulders.

  I was so proud of her, trying to be brave.

  "You want to know the good news?" I placed her hand on my cock.

  She rubbed it through my pants. She nodded.

  "We get to play for the rest of the night. You go first, anything you like. We'll do it, and then it's my turn."

  "Anything I want?" she asked.

  "Anything my little sub wants."

  She grinned and squeezed my cock.

  It felt good.

  "Hmm," she said, contemplating her choices. "I want this." She squeezed again. "In here." She reached up and touched her fingers to her lips.

  Well, fuck me.

  I chuckled and nodded for her to do it.

  She sat up on her knees, pulled the waistband of my pants down.

  My cock flipped back and bounced off my stomach. It was so hard.

  When she wrapped her hands around it, it grew harder. She lowered her mouth on it, sucked on the head, and took it all in. She deep throated my cock like a porn star. My dirty little sub.

  I groaned and almost blew my load.

  She wasn't playing fair. If she was going to do me like this, I wasn't going to have energy to do what I wanted to do.

  Twenty-Three

  Brooklyn

  Harrison stopped my fun too soon. His cock felt good in my mouth. I loved the way he grew harder. He tasted like perfection. He had so much control sometimes; I enjoyed pushing him.

  We had talked about it.

  If he lost control, he was afraid he would hurt me.

  None of my assurances made him feel comfortable. He said he needed time. We had plenty of it.

  I needed to work on my patience.

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bsp; "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. I'll give it back." He kissed my pouty lips. "I promise. On the bed, on your stomach."

  I stood up and crawled onto the bed. I shook my ass in his direction before sliding down onto my stomach.

  I peered at him over my shoulder.

  He gave me that sexy smirk as he removed his clothes and walked over to the bed. He pulled a bottle of lube and a condom out of the nightstand and tossed it on the bed.

  Harrison knelt behind me and wedged his knees between my legs. He leaned over and tickled the back of my neck with kisses, and raised my ass with a pillow.

  I grinded my center on his knee.

  "You are so impatient, my little sub." He sat back and straddled my thighs. "It's my turn. I get whatever I want."

  "What do you want, Sir?" I asked.

  He took a moment to answer.

  I jumped when the cold lube hit my ass.

  He smeared the slick stuff down my crack and made tiny little circles around my hole.

  I tensed as he pressed the tip of his thumb in my ass.

  He leaned close to my ear while pulling my hair back. "I want this. Give it to me."

  He used more pressure and pushed his thumb inside me. It wasn't deep, but it hurt. I wasn't an anal virgin, but it had been a while. It never started out good unless you did this type of thing for a living.

  Harrison worked his thumb in and out of my ass for a while, stretching me and preparing me.

  I tried to keep my moans encouraging. I knew the payoff would be epic, and with him, it would be a step past epic. I waited for it to feel good.

  He soon graduated to two fingers.

  He was so deep; I felt it in my stomach.

  "Ohhhh," I moaned deeply as his other hand reached under me and played with my pussy. He rubbed my clit vigorously.

  I rocking onto his fingers as they invaded my ass even deeper. "Can I come, Sir?"

  "Yes." I exploded on his fingers; my pussy convulsed, and my body followed suit. I bucked underneath his weight and shivered until my orgasm dissipated.

  Harrison shifted behind me.

  I looked over my shoulder.

  He leaned over to kiss me.

  "Get on your knees,” he said.

  I did as he asked.

  He pushed my lower back down toward the bed.

  I reached back and placed my hand on his thigh.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock on the entrance to my ass.

  I tried not to tense as he slid the head in.

  "That's it, pup.” He pushed in farther. "Oh fuck, that's so good."

  I rocked my hips back into him as I groaned into the bed sheets.

  "That's it. Fuck me." His grip on my hips tightened. "Fuck me with your ass."

  “Oh my God …” I rocked back and forth on my knees. My whimpers harmonized with his shallow grunts.

  His hands ran up and down my back, and he rose to meet me mid thrust.

  The angle hit a nerve, and I came without warming.

  I screamed into the bed.

  "Oh fuck, Brooklyn," he cried.

  It surprised us both.

  He dug his hands into my hips and pulled me further up on my knees.

  My head stayed connected to the bed, and I gripped the bed sheets.

  He pounded into me at a punishing speed. He kept going; it was nothing I had ever felt before. A sharp pain hit me when he pushed in, followed by a stirring pleasure when he pulled out. It was all too much. My brain couldn't make sense of it. My mind threatened to fracture from reality. I felt the chaos swirling, swirling, swirling and then it was gone . . .

  At that moment, all I felt was peace.

  "Brooklyn." I blinked a few times, trying to will my conscious to follow the voice. I liked the voice; I craved that voice. "Baby, wake up."

  I groaned because words had escaped me.

  "Brooklyn." His voice close to my face.

  I opened my eyes, and they stayed open. I was on my back. Harrison ran a warm cloth between my legs. I lifted my head, and collapsed back on the bed. It took too much effort,

  "You with me?" he asked, continuing the aftercare I loved so much.

  "Yes," I said and looked around. The sun had set below the windows. It was dark in Harrison's apartment.

  I grunted in frustration. I loved subbing out but not tonight.

  "What's wrong, pup?" He scowled.

  I pushed myself up and winced.

  "Careful." He reached for my hand.

  "We are on limited time? I don't want to miss a second of it." I pouted.

  "You were only out for a few minutes.” He crawled on the bed. “We still have plenty of time."

  "I missed the best part."

  "What's the best part?"

  "You coming in my ass."

  Harrison grinned. "I promise you; it was beyond amazing."

  "Of course, it was." I smiled.

  A thunderclap interrupted Harrison's laugh.

  I jumped. It wasn't dark outside. A storm had rolled through.

  "My little sub isn't afraid of storms, are you?" He flopped back against the headboard.

  I shook my head and crawled onto his lap. He held me to his chest, massaging my lower back and the top of my ass.

  "How do you feel?" he asked, patting my ass.

  "I'm fine.”

  We sat in silence, holding each other.

  I was Harrison's sub. I thought I was too independent, too stubborn. I was wrong. I enjoyed our time even more because we had stuff going on outside our relationship.

  I had a business I was trying to get off the ground, and he had a business that was thriving. But being thousands of miles away was going to be different.

  "What are you thinking so hard about?" He ran his thumb between my eyes.

  "I miss you already."

  "Me, too," he said. "It will be three days at the most, and when I get back, I have a surprise for you."

  "What kind of surprise?" I leaned back, waiting for his answer, but he gave me one of those patented Harrison Crawford smirked and leaned in to kiss me.

  I pulled back.

  He followed and kissed me hard.

  With an exhausted sigh, I gave up fighting. I didn't want to win.

  Harrison broke off the kiss, his expression serious.

  "If you don't want me to go, I won't go." He nuzzled my neck.

  "Don't go."

  I should have taken it back, but I didn't. I meant it. I didn't want him to go.

  I had a strange feeling that when he returned, things wouldn't be the same.

  I drove Harrison to the airport the next morning.

  As we sat by the curb, he placed his hands around my neck and kissed me.

  I cursed the console. I needed to get closer.

  He pulled away.

  I leaned farther and kissed him again.

  He kissed me back.

  "Brooklyn?” He pulled back.

  I covered his hand on my chest to keep him connected to me.

  "We’re going to be fine." Harrison said.

  "I know." I laughed it off.

  "What time are you meeting with Professor Stewart?" he asked.

  "Eleven o'clock for lunch." I didn’t let go.

  "He is probably the only man I would allow to have lunch with my girl." Harrison squeezed my arm.

  "You trust him?” I asked.

  "With my most precious." He rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand.

  My insides warmed.

  "Then I'll be at Leanne’s for most of the afternoon."

  He nodded and smiled.

  "Call me when you land." I let go.

  "I will." He reached for the door handle.

  I grabbed his arm.

  I wanted to tell him how I felt. Tell him how much the last few weeks had meant to me. I wanted to tell him I loved him.

  "I . . ."

  He leaned in close and whispered against my mouth. "I know."

  I closed my eyes.

  He kissed me ag
ain.

  When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

  According to our credit card bills, Paul was in the United States, a few days in Chicago and another few days in New York. The majority of his time, he spent in California. After a while, I stopped looking and bothered the attorney instead. I wanted the divorce papers.

  He wouldn't return my calls.

  I was tired of waiting, so I agreed to speak to Harrison’s friend, the law school professor.

  I arrived at a little sushi place near the SMU campus. Professor Stewart sat in one of six small tables in the back. I walked down the narrow aisle between the bar on the left and four booths on the right. The place was empty.

  He had a laptop open and sawed a pair of chopsticks together.

  Professor Stewart removed his glasses and stood as I approached.

  "Brooke," he said while extending his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

  "Nice to meet you, too." I took his hand.

  He had a commanding presence and eyes that demanded attention. It didn't hurt that he was gorgeous in that hot young playboy turned hot older guy kind of way.

  I never knew my father, but I didn’t have daddy issues. I had the urge to call Professor Stewart, daddy, but not in a sexual way. He looked like he would make a great father.

  "You okay?" He narrowed his eyes and looked down at our hands.

  I pulled away.

  "I'm sorry. It's Brooklyn, not Brooke."

  "Oh, of course. I'm sorry," Professor Stewart said. "I understand. People do that to me all the time."

  He grinned.

  "What is your first name?" I asked.

  "Davis. People call me Dave.“ His deep laugh hit me in the gut. "I hate Davis, too. It's so southern, but I hate Dave even more.“

  We both laughed.

  The waitress stood a distance away.

  He waved at her.

  "What would you like to drink?" he asked.

  "Sparkling water,” I answered.

  She nodded and scurried toward the bar.

  "You want some sushi?” He picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the menu. “I'm not too adventurous when it comes to raw food, but the California rolls here are the best in town."

  I perused the menu and ordered a California roll and a tempura roll.

  He ordered a few more things in Japanese.

  “You speak Japanese?” My eyes grew wide.