by M Dauphin
“Jesus Christ you’re stubborn.” He storms to the door. “I’ll be outside when you’re ready to go.”
The shirt goes on smooth and I sigh. I miss wearing Leigh’s shit. Mine isn’t near as large or comfortable as his is. This shirt is staying with me.
Outdoors, the sun scorches my eyes immediately, sending searing pain straight to my temples.
“Fuck it’s bright out here,” I mutter, walking down the sidewalk.
“Over here, Princess.” Knox is leaning against a pitch-black sports car that looks like a million dollars.
“I’m good,” I say, wincing at the sun. “Fuck me.”
“I’d love to, but right now I’m making sure you’re going to make it home in one piece.” He opens the car door and the new car smell envelopes me.
“Get in.”
Knox is the kind of guy that doesn’t like to have to take no for an answer…but I’m the kind of girl that loves to make him squirm.
“And if I don’t?”
“So help me god, Harper. Just get in the damn car.” His jaw is tight and he’s gripping the car door so hard I think he may be crushing the metal.
I sigh and roll my eyes, sliding onto the leather seat.
“Oh good lord,” I whisper, caressing the soft leather. This car is worth more than I make in two years, probably. How the hell does he own something this nice while he’s slumming it up with me in a tiny ass apartment? What the fuck is this guy’s deal?
When he opens the door, I have full plans on asking him that, but my eyes immediately go to his forearms, the tanned skin peeking out from the rolled up dress shirt sleeves, and my thighs start to tremble a little.
With a dry mouth, I make it a point to stare out the window the entire drive home. I can’t talk to him without wanting to fuck him, and I’m in no physical shape to be fucking anyone right now.
“I need to shower,” I mumble, walking through the door he’s holding open for me.
Maybe I can flick the bean a little while I’m in there and take this edge off. I’ve fucked him, yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to keep doing it.
Right?
That’s when it hits me.
The apartment.
How I forgot the shape it was in last night is beyond me, but he obviously remembers it better than I do, because after locking the door he just sighs as he watches me take in the sight before me. Our dining room table is overturned, the chairs are broken. The kitchen cabinets are open and everything in them is a mess all over the floor.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, looking at the shape of my home. It’s destroyed.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, not moving from the door. “The police report has been filed. It sounds like they hit a few places in the neighborhood last night, not just this one. But they got everything, that’s for sure.” He nods over to the TV stand and shakes his head. “We’ll get a new one.”
I nod silently; taking in the sight before me and cursing the neighborhood I live in. I can’t afford anything nicer…but goddammit some days I just want to leave this hell hole and never look back.
That’s when it hits me to take off for my bedroom. Running past the living room and down the hall, I ignore the mess until I swing open my bedroom door.
“No,” I whisper. “No, no, no…” My feet take me over to the box by my bedside, but my heart remains back in my small bedroom as a little girl…the day he gave me my first jewelry box
“Here, baby girl,” daddy’s voice is tired. Maybe he needs a nap. He hands me a box wrapped in pretty purple and pink tissue paper tied with a bright silver sparkly bow.
“What is it?!” I squeal. He never gets me presents like this when it’s not my birthday.
“Something every girl deserves to have. Just for you, Harp.”
I rip open the package and gasp.
“Oh daddy, it’s beautiful thank you!” I throw my arms around his body and he gives me one of his signature bear hugs.
“Watch,” he whispers, setting me down next to him.
In his hands he takes the box and slowly opens it to reveal a velvet lining and a tiny gold harp that starts spinning as the music starts to play.
“I love it daddy. Thank you.”
“No,” I whimper as I grab the final pieces of my jewelry box up. Shards of it are still stuck in the carpet, but all the major pieces are here in my hands…shattered.
As I watch the last physical memory of my father slip from my fingers and fall back to the floor, I slide down with them, letting the tears flow.
Who would do this? What good did it do to ruin something as precious as this?
I’m not sure how long I sit there crying before Knox’s arms come around me. That one, silent gesture is enough to throw me into complete meltdown mode.
And he lets me cry. Longer than he should have, but he doesn’t stop me until I’m done.
And when I am, I look up to him to see a storm brewing in his eyes.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pursing my lips together. “What the hell happened last night?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “I know we’ll be getting a better lock on that door, though.”
I nod silently, staring down at the broken wooden pieces.
“You ok?” He asks.
“I will be.” My eyes connect with his again and this time, rather than pure sadness, I’m filled with something else.
Lust.
Without removing my eyes from his, I climb into his lap, straddling him, watching his reaction as I push myself down on him.
“What are you do—” I cut him off with my lips on his. Kissing him like my life depends on him accepting me as broken and weird as I can be. As if it depends on him kissing me back. He’s hesitant for some reason, but he’s not pushing me away. He’ll submit to his feelings soon, I can feel it.
When he finally does, his arms go around me and it’s like a switch is flipped. He went from sweet and soft to domineering and to the point in an instant, and I can’t say I hate it.
With one of his arms wrapped around me, the other swipes an area clean on my bed and lays me down. Slowly and meticulously he strips me of all my baggy layers, leaving me completely bare to him.
“Show me what you do at night.” The demand coming out of him is nowhere near the Knox I thought I knew, but it makes me instantly wet for him.
His eyes travel the length of my body and I notice his raging hard on straining to get free.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve heard the moans, Harper, and I know you don’t just bring males over here and dispose with them before I’m up in the morning. I’ve heard you moan my name and use your own fingers to make you come undone, now let me see how it’s done.”
A stare off ensues, the intensity in the room is so thick I can barely breathe…that, or the fact that I’m about to masturbate right here, right in front of him while he’s fully clothed. It makes me feel bare in a way I’ve never felt before. Weak and vulnerable.
“NOW!” he snaps. I like this rougher side of him. A lot.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I let my hand trail its way down and over the peak of my breast, biting my lip as I pinch my nipple. The gaze in his eyes has clouded over with pure lust as he stands there, rubbing himself over his pants, watching me as I play with myself.
There’s something about being watched while I’m playing with myself that turns me on more than I ever thought possible.
I should be more worried about the state of the apartment, but right now all I can truly think about is making this time with him better than the first.
As I take my fingers and slide them through my wet core, I gasp and close my eyes, surprised at how hot and wet I am already and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“That’s right. Open your eyes.” His demand is welcome, and when I snap my eyes back open something’s changed in me.
I feel stronger than I was. I feel sexier now than when I just let him takeover and lie back for the ride.
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sp; I feel completely and utterly in charge and I fucking love it.
Slowly, and barely breaking eye contact, Knox strips his shirt off and tosses it aside. As he leans down to push off his pants and boxers I get a glimpse of the shoulder blade tattoo I need to inspect closer, and instantly make note to explore him further for more hidden treasures.
When he stands back up, his eyes go straight to my pussy where I’m playing with myself; teasing, really. I couldn’t ever get off like this in front of him. I’m too selfish…I like the men to do the work.
I watch him as he kneels on the bed right in front of me and right before he dips his head lower he winks and grins at me. When his mouth comes in contact with my clit I buck up towards him.
“Fuck!” I writhe under him, one of his hands moves to my stomach keeping me still, the other fucking me as his tongue circles the one spot I need friction most.
“Fuck me, Knox,” I beg. “Hard,” I growl.
He chuckles and crawls up my body, his erection pressing into me just the slightest.
“You’re not making the rules today, Harper. I thought we already covered that.”
I narrow my eyes at him and try to buck up towards him to feel him deep inside me, but he grits his teeth and clamps his hands on my hips. Retreating his hips, one hand still firmly on me to keep me still, he pushes into me with ease.
“Shit,” he huffs once he’s all the way in. “You don’t even know how beautiful you are to watch come undone, do you?”
“Mmm,” is the only response I can find as he pumps into me, harder and harder. His thumb starts playing circles around my clit and the buildup to my release is insane.
Each time I try to buck up and find that sweet spot, he stops moving all together. Each time I try to reach down and give myself the release I want so badly he grabs my wrists and pins them to my side.
A growl erupts from me as he fucks me to oblivion. It’s hot as fuck, and frustrating as hell not being able to control any of it. Throwing my head back, I completely let him take over, trying my hardest to remember every delectable sensation.
It feels so fucking delicious, that the moment his finger pinches onto my clit I’m a goner.
“Holy fucking shit!” I gasp, my eyes wide as my pussy starts pumping around him. “Oooh fuck…fuck fuck fuck!” My hand grabs on to his wrist as he continues to fuck me while gently tapping on my clit. “Jesus fuck!” I yell as soon as my own release rips through me.
He pulls out as soon as my orgasm is over and climbs up my body.
“Open.” He demands, and who am I not to give a man what he wants? With my pussy still pulsing, I open my mouth and take him as far down as I can while Knox straddles my chest. My hands go to his muscular thighs, feeling every thrust and twitch as he releases into my mouth. Goddammit he tastes good. Is there nothing about this man I don’t find sexy?
With the moonlight streaming in through the window, I rest my hand gently on the curve of her back. We collapsed into a pile of exhaustion earlier, only to be greeted with a much needed nap mere moments later.
That was perfection.
It’s scary as hell how perfect that was. She’s submissive by nature, and while I don’t need a sub, I do need someone who’s going to perform when the time comes.
Today was a test, of sorts. From watching the way she heated up to feeling how wet she was when I slid into her, I can tell she’s all for being watched. It turned her on. Fuck, it turned me on and I never get excited about that shit. That’s just another day in the business for me. Today, though, watching her perform and picturing her up on that stage with me…well…I came way too fucking quickly for my liking.
She stirs and pushes her body against mine. Being this close to another human being in this way feels so right with her.
I know I need to start distancing myself from her now that I know I have her trust, but I can’t fathom doing it quite yet. I’ve started to really enjoy this. I’m going to make it last as long as I can before it all comes tumbling down around her.
“Hey,” she mumbles, lifting her head and letting the blonde waves cascade to the side of her. “I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, and we should probably get to cleaning some of this shit up, too, huh?” Glancing around, I shake my head in disgust. The trash in this city keeps popping its ugly head. Something has to be done about it. I want to move her out…pay for her to live somewhere safer. That’s not my decision, though.
“Yeah,” she says, sighing heavily and sitting up. Her hand grabs the sheet around her breasts and she pulls it tight.
“Modest now, are we?” I grin at the look she’s giving me. “Don’t cover them up for me, I like them way too much for them to be hidden.” I rip the sheet away and reach for them but she bolts out of bed laughing.
“Later, Knox. I’m for real starving.”
She wraps the blanket around her and shuffles out of the room, leaving me to my own devices.
I’m not near as modest as her. I know what I have is a sight, and I’m not about to hide it.
I lie back on the bed, grinning like a damn fool, because for once I’m happy in life. I’m not angry with anyone. I’m not fighting a battle or stressed over work. For once, things are looking up.
My task is almost complete.
The way she was ready for me last night without even a single touch from me tells me that she’s going to be perfect in the circle. I may have to gag her—use a ball gag or something though—because holy fuck those lungs. I’ve been with my share of women, but there was something about Harper’s response to me that sent me over the edge. Her moans, her screams, her body’s response to being fucked senseless were all perfect for the bedroom. Not so much for the club.
She’s fucking perfect.
“You hungry?” She’s standing in the doorway wearing only one of my shirts, the moonlight casting a glow on her face as she holds up a plate with two sandwiches on it. “Some guy moved in and left food in my kitchen. I had to find it amongst the pots and pans and other shit, but food is food.” She shrugs and walks over to the bed, careful not to step on anything on the floor.
“Thanks,” I grab a sandwich and stuff it in my mouth. Good god I was hungry. Shit like going twelve hours without eating never happens at the mansion.
“Sorry about all this…” she trails off and shrugs. “I think bad shit just likes to follow me around.”
The look she’s giving me is of pure sadness and something inside my chest starts to warm for her in a way I didn’t ever want to happen.
There’s no room for feelings when it comes to Harper Stills.
“We’ll get it taken care of and I’ll personally make sure it never happens again.”
She nods silently and finishes her sandwich, then lets out a massive yawn. Stretching, I’m able to enjoy the curves of her body as they stretch and pull under my t-shirt.
“I like your shirt,” I mumble as she crawls back up to me. Way better than the shirt you took from Leigh, I want to say.
“Thanks. It’s mine now.” She curls into me and within a few minutes is snoring heavily and I don’t have the heart to wake her.
Tomorrow we’ll figure this mess out.
“John!” My voice echoes through the empty building.
Where are the workers? Why isn’t this place bustling with action?
“John?!” What the hell is going on? It’s opening night soon and I can’t afford people to not be on their game.
“Knox, hi.” He’s out of breath and looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.
“Where is everyone?” I look around at an empty building and raise my eyebrows at John. Poor John. He gets paid to get the brunt of my attitude, which before today hasn’t been that bad.
“They aren’t here.” His voice is shaky and for good reason.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘they aren’t here?’ They need to be here.… HERE, John! This club can’t open without them!”
“Right. But um…well…here.” He shoves a wrinkle
d paper in my hands with the city header at the top.
“Mother fucker,” I growl.
The fucktard that was supposed to clear the club for opening got laid off last week and now we’re due for another inspection this month.
“Fuck!” My hand slams into the wall leaving a dent in the drywall. John cringes as he stares at it but he’s smart; he doesn’t say a word to me. I start pacing, trying to mentally prepare myself for this conversation with Kayla. I know she’s going to be pissed. Hell I’m pissed! This club is supposed to open next week and now everything is on hold until the city okays it to be a running, legal business.
“Take everything out of the back, John.” I growl, storming towards my office.
“Everything?”
“Everything. If they’re coming in here to inspect, we want no traces of the back room.
The back room.
The magic happens in the back room, and only a handful of elite members are even allowed to know about it, let alone use it.
It’s the less legal side of things that we do here. If the city found the tools and equipment we’re holding back there they wouldn’t be thrilled and probably would tag us with prostitution or some dumb shit.
Fuckers.
“Now, John!” I bark as he stands in my doorway and stares with me.
“Where should I put it? That’s a lot of shit to move without a place to put it out of the public’s eye.”
Up your fucking ass.
“Just…” shit. “Take it to the apartment. I’ll find a place for it later.” She’ll be pissed, what with the apartment still being in shambles, but I have no other option. He glares at me for a moment before nodding and turning to leave. Shit. “Hire a cleaning crew to fix the apartment, too, John!” I yell out the door as he walks away.
It’s bad enough that the one man on the city council that was willing to overlook certain aspects of the business to get us open got fired, but now we have to move shit out and keep this act up a little while longer this close to opening date.
