"Why can't I hate you?" I whisper. I want to. I want to so badly, my fingers clench into fists. "You seem to be the root of all my problems. Way back in college I knew I couldn't have you, so I didn't touch you - but you touched me - in all the wrong ways. After you put me inside, when everyone was picking on the poor little rich kid, I really wanted to hate you, but even then I kept telling myself that there was a reason all this happened. You wouldn't just throw me under the bus. You weren't that kind of person. But then I told myself that anyone who can stand up in court and lie under oath deserves all the contempt I can throw at them, but even now, the emotion comes and goes. My parents have me marrying another woman in less than a week's time as a direct result of your actions. Neither of them can bear the sight of me. They want me tied up and placed neatly out of the way, where I will not impact upon my father's political career. He looks set to become the Mayor of London, by the way, in case you were interested. That should also make me want to hate you so much, I'd be tempted to shoot you. I have a feeling Gabriel hates you far more than I do, though, and that doesn't make any sense at all." I have no idea why I'm telling her this. Am I sorry for kidnapping her? Yes and no. I still want to know what happened, but not at the expense of her life.
Harper lifts her backside from the mattress for a couple of seconds, sighing in relief as she does so. I hate to think what it looks like after Gabriel's had his fun, but I daresay it isn't pretty.
"I couldn't hate Alex, either. I wanted to, so bad. Especially after what he did, but I couldn't." She lowers herself slowly back down, shifting awkwardly from side to side, trying to ease the pressure on her ass, before sniffling again.
"What did he do to you?" I know it was bad. "Did he starve you?" I have an inkling he did that and a whole lot more, but I need to start somewhere.
She looks at me, wondering if she should say anything. Even now, after he's dead, I can see she still doesn't want to talk about what happened. What did that bastard do to her?
"Answer me, Harper. I need to know." My voice is pleading. We're finally in a position where we've been flung together without sex on the menu. The only thing we can do is talk, and I intend to make good use of the opportunity.
It takes her a while, but eventually she summons up enough courage to speak. "Yes. I was never allowed to weigh more than one hundred pounds. If I tipped those scales by one pound or more, he had several ways of dealing with the problem. He'd chain me up in a room for a couple of days with nothing but a jug of water for company, or he'd knock me around and spank me until the scales were back in the black." Her fingernails push into the plastic mattress as if they want to slice it in two. These memories are painful for her.
"Jesus Christ, Harper. Why didn't you leave him?"
"I couldn't leave him. He would have hunted me down, and when he found me, he would have made my life even worse than it was already. You have no idea how bad life with Alex was." Her voice shakes and her hands look like she's got Parkinson's. If we're not careful she won't make it. The woman is falling apart.
"Why did you get with him in the first place? Why didn't you leave him at the first sign of trouble? I can't understand why you would be with someone like that. You're an intelligent woman. What went wrong?"
Her lips thin and she shakes her head at me. We're back to radio silence. Why does she keep clamming up on me?
"Once Gabriel's finished, I want you to promise me something, Brandt."
Great. Now she's changing the subject. Slamming my head against the bars again for good measure, I take a deep breath. "What?"
She gets to her feet and shuffles towards me. She can only take the tiniest of footsteps due to the cable ties circling her ankles, but she's persistent and before long she's standing inches from my face.
"I want you to promise me that as soon as Gabriel's finished with me, you get yourself as far away from this place as possible. I don't care where you go, but the further away the better. Mexico, Costa Rica, South Africa, Brazil - go wherever, but you need to go quickly. The guys I'm used to dealing with don't like loose ends. They will come for you. I know you don't believe me now, but before long you will. Promise me. I don't have much time left. You need to do this for me."
Harper's face is so close to mine I can feel her breath against my lips. My insides tighten at even that ridiculously light contact. The chemistry between her and me has always been off the scales. I just have to look at her to want her, and right now I need her. I need to be all over her, inside her, and breathing her in. I want to get lost in that body, with my hands tangled in her chestnut mane of hair. I want to yank it, pull it, push her down to her knees and then use it to feed my cock inside her. God, her mouth. I want that mouth. Watching Gabriel take her a few minutes ago made me crazy. I thought I could stand there and watch, taking it all calmly in my stride. What was Harper to me? Nothing. She was the girl who put me inside a cage for five years. That all flew out the window the instant I saw her deep-throating him. It should have been me. I was the one who'd been wronged. She was my prisoner. She was mine. Those three words should have put the fear of God into me, because this was no longer about revenge. I'm not sure it ever had been.
"Kiss me," I whisper. I can't help myself. I'm asking her because I don't want to take this from her. I want it to be given freely. I want more than what Gabriel's just had. I want inside her head.
She looks at me and makes a constricted sound in her throat. She opens her lips, but nothing comes out. Whatever she wants to say is lost in the electric pull between us. I wait. She has to come to me on her own. All I would have to do is move a quarter of an inch in order to crush her lips to mine, but I'm not prepared to make this easy on her. She has to choose. Painful seconds tick by as we drown in the sight of each other, neither of us able to take our eyes away. Come on, I urge silently. I know this attraction is not one-sided.
With a final little grunt of annoyance, Harper closes the distance between us. She can't fight this any more than I can. Her body flops against mine and our mouths lock. Supporting her head with my free hand, her hands still tied behind her back, I bury it in her hair as I twist her face up towards mine. She has no idea how much I need this, but I'm about to show her. For the next minute or two I'm going to rob her of all the air she owns, but this time, she won't care. In fact, this time I'm betting she'll barely notice.
Sliding my tongue against hers, I press against her body so tightly she can feel my erection rubbing against her through my jeans. My body is hot, I swear I'll combust on the spot, and she feels so damn good pressed up against me. Maybe it's time to stop denying myself. Why should I fight this? Even if I can only have her for a day or two, at least it's something I'll be able to carry with me for the rest of my life. I'm done pretending. While thoughts of revenge featured highly in my thoughts while I rotted away in my cell, taking Harper's sweet body in every fucking position imaginable was also a daily occurrence. I have been obsessed with this woman for too long. It's time to do something about it.
Unfortunately I'm about to watch Gabriel take what's mine, unless I can convince him to take this cuff off me. I have a feeling that's unlikely. Once Gabriel gets something into his head there's no talking to him. He thinks he's doing me a favour, but the reverse is true. It's going to kill me if I have to watch this, and I have a feeling I'll never forgive him.
Chapter 18 - Gabriel
"Touching, oh so touching." My voice is mocking. When I march down the stairs to find Brandt and Harper locked in an embrace that looks like something out of Gone With The Wind I want to throw up all over them. What is Brandt doing? This is the woman who screwed up his life. He should be dissecting her, piece by fucking piece. I can only assume it's because she's the first woman he's laid eyes on since he's been out, and his hormones are running amok. He needs to get laid. That boy desperately needs to get his balls emptied, and I'd be happy to volunteer for the job, if he'd just get over himself.
"Back on the bed," I bark viciously at Harper, and
she's lucky she's still of use to me, because if she wasn't I'd happily kill her now.
"Get me out of these cuffs," Brandt growls. As if. He's not going anywhere, and I'm about to make that abundantly clear.
"What, and spoil all your fun for the next hour or so? Come on, Brandt. You never used to be this boring. What happened to your adventurous side? If I remember correctly, you were quite the kinky bastard. A bit of exhibitionism should be right up your street."
"Get. Me. Out. Of. These. Cuffs." Brandt's voice has risen several decibels, but I treat it with the same amount of apathy. Ignoring him, I move over to my victim who is shuffling back towards the bed. It's taking her forever, but I didn't leave her a lot of room to move in the cuffs. That reminds me; I need to get rid of those.
Pulling a penknife out of the front of my jeans, I approach her slowly. Her eyes jump to the size of dinner plates and her face loses its colour instantly, not that it had much to begin with.
"What are you going to do?" she screeches, shuffling back until she hits the bedframe and tumbles on to it. Perfect. This is just how I like my females. Scared witless and unhinged. Today is turning into a very good day.
"It would probably be easier to ask me, 'what aren't you going to do?'. We don't have time for the other version. You'll just have to pay attention and I'll try to keep you updated as we go along." There. That'll give her plenty to think about.
Bringing one hand down to rest on her thigh, I use the other to sever the ties around her feet. I'll need her legs open for the next part.
"Ever had someone watch before?" I ask, as I spread her wide. She gasps in outrage, but there's little else she can do. There's no way I'm cutting the ties on her wrists. Those hands can stay behind her back for the foreseeable future.
She doesn't answer me, but then I didn't expect her to. The last thing I need is conversation right now. It will distract me.
"Don't do this," she eventually grinds out, her little plea music to my ears. I always love it when someone tells me 'no'. It's a sure-fire way to make me want to do something even more.
"You're in no position to be making demands," I say, not bothering to conceal my amusement. "In fact, you're not in a position to do much of anything bar obey, so let's take care of that annoying little mouth of yours." Dumping my duffel bag on the floor, I reach inside it for the ball-gag I brought. I knew it would come in useful.
As soon as it's in my hand Harper rears back as if I've struck her. "No," she whispers. "Please, I won't talk." It seems that her and gags are not friends. Too bad because I love them.
"Damn right you won't," I say. She fights me for a moment, but then I pinch her clit cruelly with my finger and thumb, and opening her mouth to wail, it's all the opportunity I need to push the thing in. Buckling it behind her head I take a moment to admire my handiwork, but Brandt has to spoil things, of course.
"If this exercise is about trying to get her to talk, doesn't that defeat the object somewhat?" He's glaring at my face as if he'd like to skewer me with a steel spike and then slowly roast my body over an open fire, but I don't take it personally. He'll come round.
"It is. You are quite correct. However, I don't want to hear idle chatter and she looks fucking fantastic with her mouth filled up with that. When she's ready to talk she can bang her foot three times on the floor." I smile at her evilly. "You'd better mean it, though. If you use it as a ruse to get me to stop, I'll drag you round this cell three times on your knees. Do we understand each other?" I don't bother looking to see if she nods because I'm back in my bag, searching for the next item I'll need.
Ta-da! When my fingers close around a long rectangular item encased in shiny plastic, I bite my lip in delightful anticipation. Pulling it out of the bag I stare at it happily as I wave it in front of Harper's face. It's a big, fat, juicy chocolate bar. I'm still not used to the joys of chocolate. In fact, my mouth is watering just looking at this baby, and that's nothing compared to what it'll be doing in a minute.
When her eyes try to zero in on my prize I put a finger under her chin to keep her head upright. "Eyes forward, sweetheart. Look at Brandt. In fact, keep those eyes trained on Brandt. I want him to see how much you're enjoying yourself in a few minutes' time. I don't think that will be a problem, will it? He's an attractive guy, isn't he?" Harper grunts, but she keeps her head high. Good girl.
Unwrapping the chocolate I put it to my nose. My God, the smell is divine. Although I had some money in prison, unlike Brandt, I didn't use it to buy chocolate. This is still a novelty to me.
Pulling the bar out of the wrapper, I insert a single finger into Harper's cunt. Sliding in easily, I replace it with two, and then three. The girl is raring to go. It seems the steamy kiss from earlier has really got her juices flowing. Either that or she's still turned on from my earlier ministrations. I wonder which one it is? Maybe it's a combination of the two. Maybe the girl is hot for both of us. Brandt and I could have so much fun if that were the case. I haven't had a threesome in forever. Well, not with a woman involved, anyway.
Crouching down, I slowly slide the bar into Harper's cunt. When she tries to look down I position my hand firmly beneath her chin so she can't. She lets out a little cry of distress as I put a little more pressure on the bar, but eventually it slips in. Beautiful. I push it further and further, until only an inch is showing. I'm going to savour this in sinful, decadent, and delicious bites.
Her legs twitch as I admire my handiwork, and when my breath catches her clit she tries to close her legs together.
"Nuh, uh, uh," I say. "Keep those legs wide open, or I'll make you watch as I bend Brandt over and fuck him sideways into next year. In case you were wondering, yes, that also means I'm going to hurt him. I like hurting things, but I think you know that." She can't say a lot to that statement, but she does manage to keep her legs open. Brandt, on the other hand, hasn't said a word. Is he even fucking watching this? Spinning my head around I find his eyes glued to the pair of us, and his face is a storm cloud of anger and rage. Well, at least that answered that question.
"Want to know what this is, Harper?" I ask, giving her clit a little flick. She mewls sweetly in response, and my cock rises to the occasion. I am going to have so much fun with this girl. "It's a chocolate bar, because even though you're a cold-hearted bitch with no conscience in sight, I like my cunts to taste sweet before I eat them." She visibly recoils, but it doesn't stop my mouth diving between her legs to taste some chocolate-covered pussy. With two hands around her waist to make sure she stays still, I clamp my jaws to her and prepare to get messy.
She fights me at first, which is almost laughable because I know how badly she wants this. She's already revved up to hell, and I'm willing to bet Brandt's not let her get off very often if at all since she's been here. She wants what I'm offering, she just doesn't want an audience. That's too bad.
The candy bar doesn't take long to melt. After a few minutes the thing begins to disintegrate, and damned if it doesn't taste all the better for it. My lips and tongue are coated in thick milk chocolate and gooey caramel, and the soft sweet scent of pussy. I have to confess I'm thoroughly enjoying myself.
Brandt doesn't say a word behind me. He already knows there's no point asking me to stop. Once I've set my mind on something there's little chance of changing it. I can feel his eyes boring into my back, though. Once this little stunt is over he's either going to kiss me or chop my balls off. At the moment, the latter is far more likely.
When Harper begins to strain towards me, actively looking for more of what I'm offering, I know the battle is almost won. All I have to do is find something to tip her over the edge. What would little Miss Wilkinson find morally reprehensible? What would cause her to spill her secrets and run screaming from the pair of us? I think I'll start off slow and work my way up to the good stuff. We've got all night, after all.
"Ever had two cocks inside you at once?" Let's see what the thought of a little two-on-one does to her. I'm not sure whether she's heard m
e because her head is rolling back on her shoulders in pleasure. Her eyes are flickering, but mostly closed, and the soft moans coming out of her mouth tell me she's close. Maybe I'll need to speak a little louder.
Raising my voice, I say, "Two cocks at once, Harper. Fancy it? Brandt's in your mouth, and mine in your ass? Think you could cope with that?" She hears me this time because her head snaps up, and she shakes her head. She's not up for a threesome, then. Excellent. Maybe we'll try that one first. It's gotta be worth a shot, but somehow I don't think it'll get the job done. I have a contingency plan, though. Right now, I just want to sink my cock as deep inside Brandt as it will go, but that will take a little time and planning. When I eventually bend the guy over I want him to be so desperate for my attention that the thought of saying 'no' never enters his head. That's going to take some work, due to our rather turbulent history, but I think we can make it past that with Harper's help. Once we've smashed through that barrier, I think there's hope for us. We'll see.
"If you even think of involving me in this shit, I swear I'm going to kill you when this is all over," Brandt growls. That's my boy. At least there's still some fire left inside him. I smile to myself.
"You mean you're going to try. I'm not that easy to kill, or so I've been told." Several people have taken a shot at it, most are now dead. The clang of metal on steel tells me what Brandt thinks of my little statement, but I don't give a fuck.
Swirling my finger in Harper's cunt one last time, satisfied that I've successfully devoured most of the chocolate, I slide it into my mouth and suck it clean. Harper looks shell-shocked. Her eyes are pleading, begging for the orgasm I've started but won't finish. Poor baby. I don't feel sorry for her. I've felt like that for months. There's no substitute for a decent lover. Once you've found one you like, nothing compares. Once you've lost one, it's basically the equivalent of hell on earth. The recovery process is long, unending, and pretty much unrecoverable.
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