by B C Morgan
A pale blue ball gown with a sweetheart neckline and thin spaghetti straps, it comes in around my waist with a royal blue sash before falling to the ground. The skirt is amazing with a royal blue flower pattern climbing up from the ground, and I think I may have found the dress.
“The next one,” Tucker demands from his seat and I can’t help but do a little eye roll before turning around to face him.
“This one is fine, it fits like a glove and it’s really rather beautiful,” I say on a soft sigh and I’m awarded with a growl, which almost makes me lose my eyebrows within my hairline.
“I said the next dress, then you can make your fucking choice,” he says it coldly but it almost feels as though he’s shouting at me and I spin around and start unzipping the dress before he can see the tears that are threatening to spill.
I make quick work of the last dress, not even taking in any of the detail as I step into it and pull it up over my hips, almost daring it to tear in my unfounded anger. Holding it up over my chest with one hand, while I reach around with the other to do the zipper up at the back. I listen as Tucker walks over to me but I still pull away when he reaches for the back of the dress.
“Stand still,” he grounds out, before pulling the zipper up and slamming me back against his chest before placing a hand over my eyes.
“Shop girl, the lights we requested. Get them set up now, she needs to see this fully,” he calls out and I bristle at his name for the workers in this place but all I can do is worry my bottom lip between my teeth and pray that I don’t say anything that can be used against me.
“Wow, she looks…” the girl doesn’t finish her sentence and I’m left standing here for countless moments, until he pulls his hand away and turns me to face the direction he wants.
“Look,” he growls against my ear, still not moving away from me and as my eyes fly open, I can’t help but want to thank him for making me try this one on after all. I mean I won’t, but I want to.
A black gown with a corset styled front with silver ribbons lacing up at the front - I’m glad for the zipper at the back as I would never get the front to look this good. It pulls in at my waist before flaring out at my hips and falling down like a waterfall. The front stops just above my knees while the back falls down to the ground creating a small train at my feet. The thing is, even though the gown itself is beautiful, it’s the small detailing that makes it exquisite and the reason why this dress has to be the one I leave here with.
Tiny silver gems have been artfully placed over the corset and down the skirt, so every time they catch the lights - I guess this is why Tucker wanted them set up - it’s almost as though I’m staring at the night sky with the stars in all their blazing glory.
“Which dress, Thirty-Four? One, two or three.” Why does it feel like I’m choosing something more than a dress and there’s one I should pick above all the others?
Whatever dress I’m ‘supposed’ to pick, it has to be this one. I can’t stop my hands from running down the skirt and I don’t even jump as I graze Tucker’s arms on the ascent.
“This one, but what if it doesn’t suit the mask?” I ask, looking back at him over my shoulder and he smirks before moving away and stepping outside the curtain.
He’s back within seconds and resumes his place behind me before resting a mask over my eyes and nose and tying it at the back.
It’s black like the dress, and so damn delicate. It has black and grey feathers bordering the top and side and silver embellishments of stars and moons running across the face.
“A perfect match,” his voice rumbles through me as his hands fall on my hips before thrusting me back until his hardness is resting against my ass.
Have I made him like this or one of the girls on the other side of the curtain? I should be happy if it was one of them… right?
“It really is,” I whisper, but my breath hitches as he pulls his hips away only to thrust them back.
My mouth falls open and his eyes are tracing over every reaction I make, it feels so strange watching us through a mirror but I can’t take my eyes away.
His hand dips down to my thigh, before traveling up and under the skirt before his thumb skirts over the triangle of my thong. Another hitch in my breath as he brushes it aside and slides between my lips, rubbing and flicking across my nub, so slowly it may as well be torture. His mouth slides down my neck and across my shoulder blade, before working its way back up, until his tongue is flicking out at a spot beneath my ear.
He captures one of my hands and my eyes nearly pop out of my skull when he places it against his erection. Fuck my life, are guys supposed to feel this… big? And hello, this is the first time any of them have ever got me to touch them in any way. What the fuck brought this on?
His hands fall away from me, before I’m suddenly spun around and pushed back until I’m leaning against a cubicle wall and his body is flush against mine.
He pushes a knee between my legs until it rests against me and forget erratic, I can barely catch my breath. His finger slides over the globes of my breasts, which are held up over the corset top showing just how fast my breathing has become.
He pulls the top down hard and I can’t help but worry that he’s going to break my pretty dress as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, and fuck he can shred it if he really wants too. He has one hand on my other breast while the other is sliding beneath his waistband and I all but lose my mind when he frees himself.
“Touch me,” it comes out strangled as he goes back to my nipple, licking and nipping until my hand is in his hair and I don’t know if I want to hold him close or pull him away.
I’m looking down at him as his eyes flick to mine and there’s so much heat there and a hell of a lot of curiosity within me that I can’t stop myself from reaching down and seizing him within my hand. Only, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I should ask, but I’m embarrassed too, and that’s so ridiculous I’m on the verge of either laughing maniacally or crying hysterically.
Until, his hand rests over mine, showing me how tight he wants to be held and how fast he wants me to move up and down the length of him. He stays until I get a rhythm going and then places his hand over my own wetness and rips my thong clean off my body before sliding his fingers against me, but not once entering. His palm rubs against my clit as he continues to tease and I can feel his cock pulsing in my hand but when I slide my thumb against his tip, coating us both in his wetness all the teasing goes out of the window. He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast and I cry out as I tighten around his digits.
I don’t stop moving my hand and when he tries to step back, I move with him. My grip tightens slightly as I move faster and harder and he covers his tip with his hand as a guttural sound falls from his lips and he comes undone.
I can’t believe I just did that, I made Tucker fucking Harkwright lose control and it was epic. I know it shouldn’t feel that way but for some reason it made me feel sexy, almost powerful and a part of me never wants that feeling to go away.
15
Dangerous Smiles and Hidden Dimples
I can’t get Tucker’s face out of my mind, he scowls when he comes but after… after his entire face relaxes for a moment and he gets the softest smile on his face. Ahh shit, I sound like a smitten fool with the way I’m thinking, but I can’t help it. I saw a side of Tucker that I’ve never seen before and it made my heart jolt for a second before I remind myself of all the shitty things he’s said to me. He didn’t do that this time though, in fact he’s taken the dress I’ve chosen out to the front to pay for it and left me to get dressed in private.
No retort or anything, he hasn’t said a single thing since he pulled away and cleaned himself up. I look at myself in the mirror once more, step out of the changing area, and head towards the counter but Tucker isn’t there. I look around and spot him outside the window on the phone; he looks angry and I can’t help but wonder who he’s talking to.
“Miss Carter,” my head snaps up to th
e Mountain and I wonder how I missed him standing by the door. I walk over to him and he opens it for me, before following me out and leading me to the car.
“It will be better for you to wait inside,” he says, as he yet again opens the door for me and I slide inside and wait for Tucker to come join us, so we can return to the Academy. I’d rather be out here, but it isn’t as though I can drag this day out, and I wouldn’t want Tucker to think I liked him. Knowing my luck, he’d find a way to use that against me, they all probably would.
The divider slides down and a bag is thrown at me, I look up and I watch as the Mountain stares daggers out of the window, but doesn’t say anything. Even as the door opens and Tucker gets in. He takes one look at me and I swear he’s about to blow a gasket.
“For fuck’s sake Darius, was it really that hard for you to pass her the bag and ask her to get changed?” He shouts and Darius’ is shooting daggers at him, that he doesn’t even register.
“You never told me to tell her to get changed, plus it isn’t my job to order these girls around. That falls on you,” he says it with so much disdain and disgust and he doesn’t even wait for a reply as the divider slides up and I haven’t got a clue what I’m supposed to do now.
“Can you please get changed so we can get something to eat,” he’s gripping the bridge of his nose and I’m floored because he not only asked me but he also said please.
I pull the clothes out of the bag and find a knee length navy button up dress, with a brown leather belt around the waist. I stand as much as I can in the limo and slide the arms of my romper down and push it down to my ankles. My eyes connect with Tucker and I don’t miss the way he’s staring at my ass or the fact that I no longer have panties on because he ripped them. So I’m just standing here, hunched over in nothing but a bra and he’s watching every moment of it.
I pick the dress up as he grips my hips and deposits me next to him, I look at him questioningly.
“It’ll be more comfortable for you to get dressed if you’re sitting,” he says and I think I’ve entered the twilight zone or something, because this shit is surreal.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I didn’t plan on asking him but it still falls out as I unbutton the dress and his eyes take in the necklace hanging around my neck.
“Would you rather I be an asshole to you, because it sure as hell comes a lot easier to me,” he slides back further in his seat and slides his hands down his thighs. Fuck, why am I even watching?
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I mutter and my eyes shoot open as I look at him and he’s staring back, right before he throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh. He almost looks as surprised as I feel.
My cheeks heat as I get the last button undone and slip my arms into the fabric before starting on the buttons once more.
“Move, you’re taking too long,” he rolls his eyes as he bats my hands away and makes deft work of doing the buttons up himself, until he gets to my chest and leaves the buttons forgotten as he takes the necklace in his hands.
“I’m taking this fucking thing off you before we leave.”
“B-b-but they said we’d be dismissed if we t-t-take it off.”
“Yeah, I know the rules and I’ll be the one taking it off you, no one else will ever know. Just add it to your list of secrets where the two of us are concerned,” he does up the last few buttons before slipping the chain off me.
He slides the charm into the door pocket before slipping the chain back around my neck, I look at him with my brows raised and his hand curves around my neck before drawing me closer. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is against my ear and his breath is fanning across my skin.
“Just in case anyone gets close enough to see whether your chain is in place. It’s a tracker Tiny One, as long as you’re wearing it the powers that be will know your every move.”
He drops a chaste kiss on my temple before sitting back and I can’t believe he told me that, why would he tell me that? Also, what the actual fuck is happening here?
The limo pulls up to a stop ten minutes later and Tucker pulls out a shoebox from the bag and passes it to me.
“You’ll need these for where we’re going.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, and he gives me his usual smirk and just stares at me.
I roll my eyes and he grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings his head in close.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me Little One or I’ll have to spank that sweet little ass of yours, see what that does to you and your non existent panties,” my eyes are as wide as they’ve ever been and I waste no time in pulling the black wedge sandals out of the box and getting them on.
Is it just me or is it suddenly really hot in here?
“Okay, so before we go you’ve read your new set of rules since you got into the thirties right?”
“Well, sure I would have but all I got was an addendum of where I could go now and that I was allowed in the garden up until 8pm, unless I was with one of you.”
“For fuck’s sake, right hang on. We can’t go anywhere until you’ve at least had a look over them. I’ll tell you which section you need and then you can look over the rest later,” he looks really put out and I’m starting to feel sorry for whoever picks up the phone.
“Shut up right now you little shit, where the fuck do you get off?”
I have no idea what is being said on the other end, but clearly it’s not what Tucker wants to hear.
“Don’t act the fool with me, I know you’re responsible for Thirty-Four not getting the updated rule list. Why would you take them in the first place, do you want her to get kicked out prematurely?”
The divider slides down and the Mountain - although I guess I should start calling him Darius now - stares at us.
I throw my hands out in the universal gesture for, ‘I haven’t got a clue’ and he just shakes his head in return before turning back around. But he keeps the divider down this time.
“Don’t be moronic, you know full well what could have happened if one of the dickheads who isn’t up Sir’s ass got her to do something that was on the no list. No, I don’t care. I expect that list to be in her room when we get back.”
He disconnects the call and I have a whole load of questions, but I know I won’t get any answers. He starts tapping away before he passes it over to me and shows me what he wants me to read.
When out with a Harkwright man, we do not want it brought to the attention of a passerby that you are a Harkwright girl. Therefore you will be addressed by your first name or a nickname if the man chooses to adopt that method of addressment. You will still abide by the same set of rules, and must follow all orders given at any time. Whilst out in public, the Harkwright men will act on their best behavior and will not ask you to do anything that could prove dangerous to yourself or them or anything that could be deemed unlawful. If they should act against us, you are permitted to refuse their orders and will be given a fair hearing once you arrive back safely within the Academy walls. A bodyguard will be present at all times and will act as the eyes and ears of the Academy while you are away.
“Wow, I can’t wait to read the rest of the rules,” the sarcasm drips like honey from me and Tucker stares at me for a second or two before shaking his head and opening the door.
He leans in, offering me his hand and the gentleman act throws me off kilter once more, but I know better than to refuse and he helps me out of the limo before placing my hand in the crook of his arm.
“Make sure the driver stays here Darius, I want the Academy to believe we have been here the entire time,” Tucker says and Darius nods his head before relaying the message to the driver and joins us but stays a safe enough distance behind that he isn’t imposing upon us.
What a joke, it isn’t as though I can forget that he’s with us or that this is anything like a date, I’m not an idiot. I know Tucker isn’t about to take me on a lavish wine and dine where I’ll feel like a princess by the end, but I am curious a
s to where he is leading me. Seeing as they park the limo in a spot behind a posh restaurant that serves the lunchtime crowd, and I am beyond relieved that we aren’t going in there. I wouldn’t know the correct etiquette if it jumped up and bit me on the ass.
We keep walking until we’re well out of sight of the limo and the posh ass restaurant and I nearly choke on air as Tucker leads us into a burger joint. What the ever loving fuck, I was not expecting this.
“Don’t look so surprised, I hate places like that. Everyone is so fake and acting as though they’re better than everyone else because they have bulging wallets, big fucking deal.” Okay, his words are nice but is he for real right now. He’s part of the wealthiest family around and I can’t hold in my snort and I’m embarrassed of course I am but I’m also annoyed with him for acting as though he’s not a part of that life. No love, that’s me.
“Did you just snort Luna, that’s rather unladylike don’t you think,” god that damn smirk, does he not know how to let out an actual smile?
“Sir, yes sir,” I say with a mock salute and another snort falls out, but this one is coming from Darius. My eyes shoot to him but he’s returned to his usual stoic facade.
“Can you get us both a burger and fries and I’ll have a beer and whatever she wants,” he says to Darius before claiming a table.
“He’s expecting you to join him,” he points out and I look over to see him staring at me.
“I don’t know what I want,” turning my back to Tucker, I look over the menu and Darius is shaking his head at me with a slight smile on his face.
“You’ve changed Snowflake,” he breathes, so only I can hear his words.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, worrying my lip again and he shakes his head before jerking his head over to Tucker.
“No, not what I’ve seen so far. You’ll need thicker skin to survive that place, just don’t let it change you into something even you won’t recognize at the end of it. Now go sit down, I’ll grab something you’ll enjoy.” He walks over to the register to place our orders, while I make my way over to the table, and sit facing Tucker.
