by Barefoot, LW
“No. But that doesn’t mean I want to be here with you, instead. I might be running from a monster, but I have no intention of staying with a whole fucking group of them either.”
“I swore I would protect you, Harper. Even Tom agrees the safest place for you is by my side.”
“How can you say that after admitting to me that the last person you were with was beaten and used as leverage against you?”
“Because I didn’t care about her. I believe she might have been in on it. She’s manipulative and dug around too deep in my dad’s business behind my back, behind his back. She lied about who she was and I didn’t know that until after I found her with Grayson. Her brother, Anthony, is my father’s main supplier. So yeah, there is definitely something I’m missing.”
Thumping bass ticks seconds away rattling the walls as we stare at each other.
“With you, we’re being careful, at least I believed that until tonight. I hope Grayson bought you and Seth’s performance. I watched you stand in a sea of filth tonight and even though you were crying, those weren’t tears of sadness. You were angry and I saw your strength. I’ve been drawn to it the instant my eyes found yours the first time. Even now, tied to my bed, you’re not defenseless and you’re damn sure not afraid.”
I hate that he sees me. Really sees me.
“I’m not like him, Harper. I’m not like either one of them. The last thing in the world I want to turn into is my father.”
Evan stalks towards me as fascination pushes away fear. There’s sadness and regret etched clearly in the lines of his body, but most importantly his face. A recognizable feeling engulfs me when I realize it’s not sadness but shame. He’s ashamed of who he is. And I’m ashamed of myself, as well.
He avoids my searching gaze, while he unties me. Paying close attention to avoid our skin from touching.
“Brad is in the hall to take you wherever you want to go. He’ll stay with you and keep you safe. Tonight doesn’t change anything about the protection I promised you,” he whispers undoing the knot on my left wrist.
He wants me to leave.
As his fingers work the velvet knot, I reach up and touch his neck with my fingers. I feel the tick of his muscles and the tension running through his tendons.
I’m not going to walk away with a smile on my face, but I wasn’t wearing one when we met, so what’s the difference?
“I’m letting you go, Harper.”
His words shoot a bullet straight through my heart, but the sound of his voice is as hollow as the shell that’s ricocheting around in my chest.
“What if I’m not ready to leave?” I whisper.
Our eyes collide. He lets out a deep breath as I hold a harsh lungful in, waiting on his rejection. My fingers still touch his warm skin and his pulse races as he slowly lifts his hand. His fingers come around mine and he pulls my hand off him. I’m about to crumble all over again, until he places his lips against my wrist where the tie was locked around it.
“This is the only chance you’ll ever have to get away from me,” he promises.
I’m not going to take it.
In a pained whoosh I breathe. I lift up on my toes and he closes the distance. Those locks and boundaries we’ve placed around us shatter. Our kiss is urgent and forceful. A humming sort of desperation fuels us to tear into each other. Only a few short words could have destroyed and prevented this from happening. He holds back from me and I resent it.
“Don’t hold back from me now, or I’ll take you up on leaving,” I mutter the deceit.
“You no longer have a choice, gorgeous,” his words rush against my skin as he kisses the indentions from another man’s teeth.
“Then don’t go soft on me,” I challenge.
Most of our clothes come off in a fevered whirlwind. I step away in my tall cream colored heels and matching lace bra and thong, while he works his slacks down his tall muscular thighs. My legs hits the footboard and I raise my arms up.
“Do you want to tie me back up?”
Evan takes off his boxers and shakes his head.
“I need to feel your nails scale down my back while I thrust into you.”
Evan lunges for me and I reach for him. Wrapping my thighs around his waist, I lock my arms around him.
“I’m going to take you hard, Harper. You have to stop me if it’s too much.”
“I will,” but I won’t.
I take his tempting lips in and stroke his tongue with mine. Our twin tastes of vintage whiskey intoxicate us further. His fingers slide under the band of my thong and run from my hip, down my back side, to find me so wet I should be embarrassed. He groans into my mouth, never breaking away.
If he takes me as hard as his finger pushes into me, I’m going to explode on contact. I grind and give access. I’m helpless, but I’ve never been so empowered. Nothing about tonight is okay but this. He stretches me for him and all I crave is his cock so tight inside me I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
He sits me down on the edge of the bed as if I weigh nothing at all. I could let my legs fall apart and lean back like the willing submissive I’ve been exposed and revealed as. But I don’t want other’s perceptions to cloud over what’s raging between Evan and I. It’s only us and everything else is locked tightly behind those doors. I need him to use me so fast and brutal that it’s the only thing either one of us remember about tonight.
I don’t wait for Evan to rip my bra off. I reach up and slide it off with my back straight. I spin his necklace around so he can admire the fact that it went unseen, but I obeyed him in keeping it on. Spreading my thighs wide, I bend my knees and hook my heels in the lower footboard. Evan watches me in fascination and longing as I move the tiny scrap of lace shielding me from him and I push it aside, welcoming and willing him to do something about it. I move my fingers to my entrance and move over my achy clit in slow circles.
Evan stalks forward and devours me in his greedy stare. He pulls my hand up and sucks my fingers deep in his mouth, moaning from tasting my desire. In an instant, he powers into me like hard unrelenting steel. When he’s rooted deep, he pulls me up higher so my sensitive nipples rub against his hard chest. His hips take over and rule overwhelming thrust after thrust. I fully surrender to the maddening rush. My nerves start to untangle when his teeth replace Seth’s.
I take in every tiny detail. His taste on my lips. His scent and sweat coalesce with mine. The sound of us surrendering to each other echoes and vibrates through every atom. I do as he asked by digging my nails from his scalp down his neck, tracing his spine as he pumps into me. I clench around him in undying pleasure and travel my nails to shove him even tighter against me. He shouts my name in elation as he bucks. I lean back against the comforter and swivel my hips slow around his jerking cock. His fingers pinch my clit and I explode.
We’re a sated, sweaty mess. Evan’s hands move from around my waist and he unhooks my heels from the footboard. His fingers brush against my knees and I hiss when they move over the torn skin.
“How did this happen?” he asks with storms brewing in those forests in his eyes.
“It’s nothing. I fell coming up the stairs.”
He’s not happy and I hate that my clumsiness ruined the waves of sensations we were just riding.
Evan sets my feet down after taking my shoes off and I follow him as he picks up the first aid kit off the couch.
“Oh,” I mutter as he lifts me up and places me on the counter when we get to the bathroom.
I watch him rifle through the kit. He moves around the wounds on both my knees and follows all the right steps, but he goes overboard. Pressing a gauze to my knee now covered in ointment, he instructs me to hold onto it. He unclips a roll of skin toned compression wrap.
“You’re going a little overboard don’t you think? It’s not like I fell tumbling down the stairs or off a bike,” I tease, “Who falls walking up the stairs?”
“I can’t treat all the inflictions you’ve endured, but I can
these,” he explains and my heart stops as realization sinks in and scares the hell out of me.
Evan’s pulled more emotion out of me than I even realized I was capable of.
Desire unfurls through my chest into something I’ve never felt before. I shudder and push the feeling aside. I bury it deep down when Evan’s lips are tender as they whisper over mine, because the feelings I’ve never experienced before are like an avalanche and there’s no possible way I can control them now. So I hide behind sensation and claim it as Desire.
Harper
The warm sun streams through heavy curtains. I snuggle into Evan’s embrace and inhale the warm dark scent that never leaves his skin. I press a kiss against his chest. His palms work into my hair and rubs against my scalp. I moan when his thumbs work down my stiff muscles as I arch against him in relaxation. I feel like a kitten petted because I want to purr and show appreciation. I slide over him and he instantly tosses me on my back.
“Stay off your knees, Harper. How are you feeling? Are you hungover?”
“No, you helped me burn off the alcohol last night.”
He growls and his weight presses me into the mattress. The tangled sheets keep him from me.
Damn sheets.
“I think I want to be on my knees.” I slip my naked leg out from under the covers to show him how ridiculous his first aid work was last night. “I have all this extra padding.”
My fingers tug on the wrap around my leg. Evan laughs and it intensifies everything. The timber tickles down my spine and heats even the coldest corners of my heart. It’s deep and delicious and I want to hear him laugh again.
“No really, you haven’t even seen the best part. Don’t laugh at me,” I say trying to choke back my grin.
He put whatever couple of feet left on the bandage roll and continued to twirl it around my left knee. There’s at least two inches extra on my left knee than my right.
Evan falls to the side laughing hard and free. In the morning light, his sweet gesture is hilarious.
“I don’t know about you, but something looks a little off,” I tease and he roars.
I joke because everything about us is off and laughter is medicine. Evan’s laughter is salve and safety and the sweetest escape that’s ever been offered to me.
His hands move over my wrapped knees and travel up my legs. Our laughter dies down when he spreads my legs and his palm cups me.
I have an idea, and I think he’ll love it. I push him onto his back and he obeys, even though his jaw clenches. I crawl over the bed and down to the posts I was anchored to last night. I glance over my shoulder as I move away from him and watch as his eyes devour me, staring at my bent over ass and it turns me on even more. I sit up on my knees and turn back. He looks sinful with his black hair against bright white sheets, his matching teeth tugging his full bottom lip, dark tan skin bunches across hard abs as he sits up.
“What are you doing, Harper?”
“I think you know,” I shamelessly bat my eyelashes.
The mattress dips as he moves closer. Hands tickle up my legs and dip down my inner thighs, moving up the sensitive sides, skipping over the part where I need his touch most. They trace up my abs and oblique’s. Goosebumps erupt when his wandering fingers move under my arm and pulls it up. He ties my wrist to the post, just like I wanted. Taking all the time in the world to get my other hand tethered to the opposite post.
Once I’m tied, he backs away from me. A swift slap fires across my ass. It’s not what I expected, it’s even hotter.
“I told you to stay off your knees, Harper.”
He hits me again and I lift my bottom up for him to continue. His attention moves to the other cheek and the quick sting travels straight to my neglected clit. He pulls back and hits my outer thigh. Strike after strike, I cry out and moan from the intensity. The pain from being spanked fuels my inner core muscles to contract seeking stimulation. My own arousal seeps down from my pussy and Evan growls. He takes a finger and wipes up the liquid and tastes me.
I’m pulsing, waiting for Evan to enter me from behind. He knows how badly I need him. I’m aching and arching desperate for fulfillment. The anticipation and pain mingle and I’m hot all over. I almost climax from his hits alone.
His hands pull my thighs back as he slams his cock into me. My wrists burn and scrape against the velvet ties, such sweet inconsistency. I want to fall forward and brace myself, to help me contain the force he hits me with.
He really starts pushing in, pulling out, almost completely. He abuses my tits as he rides me. I moan and push back against him, fueling pain and lust. His growl of approval makes me spread my legs and tighten my muscles around him. I throw my head back as he pulls me flush against his chest, one hand finds my clit, the other toys with my nipples.
I detonate as my vision floods with dreamlike stars in bright early morning light. He crushes me with both arms as he barks my name with his release. Bursts of blinding light compete with flooding sensations as I hear the door open.
Evan keeps me here and I feel the moment he recognizes we’re no longer alone.
Evan
Harper should have taken the one and only chance she had last night to get away from me, but I thank everything that’s holy she didn’t.
I willingly surrender to selfish intentions as I fuck Harper. I fuck her so hard and fast I’m glad I tied her down, and even more thankful she instigated it.
She stretches around me and begs for more. Soft whimpers escape her lips as I pound and thrust and chase. I’m always chasing this with her. It never relents. This need to have her never subsides. It grows and increases. It’s becoming unbearable.
Her voice crying out in uncontrollable release would bring me to my knees, if I wasn’t already on them. I touch her and spiral her on for more. She forces my submission. I come undone. Her tight little cunt pulsates and releases me, only to suck me back in for more.
She goes tense and rigid and in the haze of my orgasm I realize it’s not from her own pleasure.
A fingernail skims over my naked ass. I squeeze Harper and attempt to cover her breasts and pelvis with my arms. My forearm splays across her deep secret. Rage overcomes all other sensations as I try to hunch over her and shield her from whoever has the nerve to interrupt us.
Sarah strolls to the front of the bed. Her pinched face appraises Harper’s perfect body. My cock is still buried deep inside her warmth. Harper pulls against the ropes I secured, too tight. In the aftermath of my completion, I twitch inside her, but I refuse to pull out and expose either one of us more. I hope I’m easing her trepidation by covering her up the best I can.
I look at Sarah, her eyes latch on the place where Harper and I are joined. Trying to see past my arms, blocking her view.
“What the hell are you doing here, Sarah?” I bark at the bane of my existence.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Evan,” she smirks.
“We could share her, just like old times. My goodness, the two of you together is absolutely breathtaking.”
Sarah takes a step closer to us, focusing on Harper’s torso after longingly staring at her chest spilling over my forearm. Sarah’s engagement ring casts glittering rainbows across Harper’s flushed skin as she takes a step closer to us.
“You’ve really hit the jackpot here, haven’t you?” Sarah asks.
Her hands move over Harper’s scars. Harper jerks back against me. She trembles when Sarah doesn’t give up or take the hint that Harper doesn’t want to be touched.
“Evan, I knew you had it in you, but even I see how fucked up this is. How long did you have her on her knees to warrant her bandages?”
“It’s none of your fucking business. Get your hands off her and get out,” I rage.
Sarah trails her fingers to where Harper and I are joined. On instinct, I grip her windpipe. I use the arm across Harper’s chest as I squeeze tighter through my fist.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, putting more pressure on her.
“Careful, Evan. Wouldn’t want me to open my mouth about your new toy, your latest distraction? We don’t want history repeating itself? But with Gisele, you at least shared her. So what’s changed?”
Her spoiled pout transforms into an evil smile as she stands, straightens herself, and walks out of the room.
I should have ripped the damn ring off her finger before she left.
Harper
It didn’t go unnoticed that Evan did his best to keep me covered. That alone spoke volumes about their relationship, and even more about ours.
The way he grabbed her throat was such an honest portrayal of how he really feels about her. He hated her hands on me. He shook against me when she touched my skin. Evan’s panic laced through me.
His explanation of his family comes up with fierce understanding and even more questions I don’t want to know the answers to.
He unties me from the bed. We move in sync and in silence. Sarah’s threat and promise stretch between us and hangs heavy as we go about getting ready for the day.
Under the spray of numerous shower heads, I catch Evan studying me.
