by Sam Crescent
Whatever this was, it would pass.
Chapter Ten
Harper didn’t come back to him that day, or even for the rest of that week. Draven stayed home dealing with work and whatever held his attention. Ian kept turning up, and he saw the older man wanted to make a relationship with Harper, only she wasn’t giving an inch. Not that Draven blamed her.
Axel had still yet to arrive back home.
He’d gotten a call three days ago that he was fine and not to worry about him, but worrying was Draven’s middle name, or at least in recent weeks it had become that.
Tillie had also been in touch about the new wave of women that were at the club. She also recommended he take Harper with him. She’d enjoyed whipping his woman, but Draven had no intention of letting any of the men or women touch her again.
He wasn’t going to think about why he felt that way. There was no room in his life for doubts.
By the end of the second week, he sat in his office, Harper on his sofa, across the room reading the newspaper or a book. She had both beside her, and each one she kept looking at, growling in frustration, and then moving back to the other.
She’d also snapped at several of his guards this week.
On a few occasions he thought a couple of them were going to retaliate and hit her back. He wouldn’t blame them, but then he’d kill them for touching her.
What Harper needed to realize was he was the man in charge here.
The one they all feared, and if she ever betrayed him again, he would kill her. He hadn’t ruled out killing her yet.
There were still moments when he thought about it, especially when Buck and Jett entered his thoughts.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She put the book down, and he watched as she ran her hands down her thighs. “You’ve got nothing interesting here.”
“There’s an entire library of books.”
“And clearly I want to read the book you don’t have.”
“You think getting smart with me is going to help you.”
“I’m not one of your minions, Draven.”
“No. You’re my prisoner,” he said.
She pressed her lips together before looking away.
“You don’t like that?” he asked.
“You think I should?”
“Why not? I don’t see why you should hate being my prisoner. You get fed. Free rein, the works.”
“I can’t go out. I can’t leave. I get chained to a whipping post and beaten.”
He smiled. “You’ve still got an issue with that.”
“You think I’m going to stop having an issue with that?”
“It wasn’t so bad. Other women didn’t get the luxury of walking away from it.”
“Great, so I was held to a post that other women had died at.” She stood up and grabbed her books.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To go and try and find a book I want to read, you know, seeing as I’ve got less than thrilling conversation.”
He watched her go.
The clothes she wore hid her body, and he didn’t like that. Staring at his computer screen, he had nothing of any importance and so got to his feet and headed toward the library.
He rarely ventured in here as it was a place with a horrid smell. The books had never been read, at least not by him.
Harper stood against one of the walls. Her back was to him, and he saw her hand reaching out. The tips of her fingers touched each spine, and she read the title and moved on.
“What is it you’re looking for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you looking for a romance?” he asked.
“Could you blame me if I was? I happen to like them.”
“Did you always read them?”
“Yes.”
“With Ethan?”
“Ethan mocked them like you did. He had no problems when I used him for sex though. Not that he was ever any good.”
“Sex?”
She picked up a book, brow raised as she looked at him. “Some of the books are very sexy. Very kinky.”
“They are?”
“You should read one and find out.”
“Is that what your problem has been? You’re horny.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
He laughed. “You’ve been more cranky than normal. You snap at most of the guys that are only here to make sure you’re safe and protected.”
“You mean I’m not safe and protected unless I’m here with you or with one of the men assigned to take care of me.”
“It’s not a safe world, and I’ve made a lot of enemies,” he said.
“You really need to consider the kind of people you meet. It’s not all bad.”
“You know that from experience.”
She shrugged. “I’ve done some traveling. I’ve met a lot of different people.”
“Yet, you’re still here.”
“I’m a prisoner.”
“Would you have ever left Stonewall?” he asked.
“No.”
“You didn’t even hesitate there. I think you’re lying.”
“I seem to recall an initiation.” She turned and lifted her shirt. “The names look familiar. I took my vows that night very seriously.”
“And yet you still ran because you couldn’t handle it.”
“I’m not going to get in this with you. Not again. You’re not listening.”
He held his hands up. “Truce. I’m never going to believe you when it comes to the reason you ran, and you’re never going to give up. Let’s not talk about it and talk about your current problem instead.”
“What do you consider my current problem?” She folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up.
Again, the shirt she wore was too damn big for him to be able to admire them, and it pissed him off that he didn’t get to see her.
“Yes, your current problem.”
“Why is it taking forever to get an actual response out of you? I don’t have time for this.”
He smiled. “Your horniness.”
“Oh, please, I can handle myself.”
“You can’t touch your pussy.” If the guards were not around her, he was in the shower with her and at dinner and even in her bed.
There was not a moment when she wasn’t attended.
He made sure to keep an eye on her, not giving her a chance to go out of his sight.
She stared down his body, and her hand cupped his dick.
“And you don’t have a problem either?”
The evidence of his own need filled her hand.
“You think I can’t wait? Believe me, this is nothing.”
“You like having blue balls.”
“I like having a willing cunt dancing on my cock a lot more.”
“I’m not going to be willing.”
“Who are you trying to kid? After everything we’ve done and been through, you still want my dick deep inside you. I bet you’d love for me to blow my load within you. To fill you up. To have you dripping with my cum.”
“Do you read these romance books?” she asked.
“I just know what I want and what I like.” He stroked a finger down her neck. “So how about we make this interesting?”
“In what way?”
“We play a game.”
“We’re a little old to be playing games.”
He took her hand. “You’re never too old to play.”
Leading her out of the library, he went to the pool room, closing the door and flicking the lock into place.
“Don’t you ever get bored of having to find your own space in your own home?”
“I do what I have to do. The guards are necessary.”
“Why?” she asked.
“You really want to know?”
“Clearly Stonewall got interesting when I left.”
“Stonewall has always been interesting. You’ve just not seen what’s hidden beneath the surface.
”
She walked to the pool table, her hand running along the fabric. “I don’t know how to play pool.”
“That’s fine. We’re not going to play an actual game. We’re going to pot the balls,” he said, lining the balls into the triangle.
She grabbed one of the sticks and handed it to him.
“Were you tempted to beat me with it?”
“Not at all. I know to hurt you it’s going to take something a lot harder than a piece of wood.”
“I’m not indestructible.”
“See, there you are with the ego.” She shrugged. “Anyway, pot the balls?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone who doesn’t pot the balls, an item of clothing has to go.”
“This is already not fair. I’m not allowed to wear any underwear. I think it’s unfair because I’ve got big tits and they hurt when I don’t wrap them up.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts and lifted them up.
“It would look even better without your shirt on.”
“Is this how you imagined life?” she asked. “Being in this big house. Commanding lots of men. Having the world bow down before you.”
“The world is a bit much, but it’s exactly how I imagined.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t need to know anything more. “When all the clothes are gone, what do we do?”
“We’ll get to that.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll let you shoot first.”
He leaned forward, lined the stick with the triangle of balls, and shot.
Two balls landed on his first shot. Rather than take another, he stepped back.
Lady’s turn.
Much to Draven’s surprise, she sank two balls.
He watched her as she bent forward. The shirt was large enough to show off the curves of her tits.
“So, once you let your party rape me, what would you have done?” she asked as he lined up his shot about to take it.
He missed.
She smirked.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Actually, I’m curious. You knew I didn’t want it. Felt how dry I was and I’m just curious about what you would have done.”
Draven removed his jacket. “It didn’t happen, so the point is moot.”
“It’s not to me. You’ve taken the time to plan a great deal of punishments at my expense.”
She leaned forward, and he let her have another shot. The ball went into the hole, and it was his turn again.
Tuning her out, he sank a ball, and it was her turn.
“I would have thrown you into the cells,” he said.
She missed the ball. She cursed and pushed down her pants. The shirt was large enough to cover her ass and some thigh for now.
“You like those cells.”
“I’ve never been in them on a personal level, but I know a lot of women have. Men, too.”
“Why do you still have them?”
“They have a purpose.” He shot another ball.
So did she.
He missed his next ball as she bent over. The shirt she wore rode up, showing off a great expanse of thigh and ass.
His cock hardened, and he wanted inside her.
He removed his shirt, and it was enough of distraction that when it came to her ball, she missed again.
The shirt went, and seeing as she had no more clothes on, she was completely naked, at his mercy. Just how he liked her.
“I like this look on you.”
“How do I stop you from taking out more punishments?” she asked, surprising him and causing him to miss a ball.
Once he removed his pants, he turned toward her. “Was that to get me to miss a ball or are you serious?”
“I don’t want to be punished. Alan is not around, and even though you don’t believe me, I know what he’s capable of. I know what he would have done if I didn’t run. I didn’t want to, and it came with a cost. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to stop this. To stop the punishments and for you to trust me again. I’m not going anywhere, Draven. I mean that.”
****
There was no life for her away from Draven or Axel. To Harper, it was really about Draven, but they came as a team, she knew that.
Fighting with him wasn’t helping her. She didn’t wish to be part of another whipping night or whatever punishments he had in store. From what she’d seen of Alan and what she knew already, they were not short of hurting women.
That alone scared her.
Also, Draven was … unpredictable.
He’d always been a force to be reckoned with growing up, but now it was more intense.
She wasn’t afraid of him, more of what he may do if he completely lost it.
There were times she caught him looking at her, and she didn’t for a second think he would ever hurt her. Then there were moments, she truly believed he was going to kill her.
Had Alan done that big of a number on him that he fought constantly with what he felt he had to do, or what he wanted to do?
Ten years was a long time, and she already saw the darkness that surrounded him.
“You must vow your loyalty to me and to Axel. Only in time, during situations will I be able to trust you. I can’t give you more than that right now.”
“So there’s nothing I can do to prove it to you.”
“You can prove it every single day.”
“How?”
“By your actions. I’ll see it when I look at you. When I see you. When I know that you can be trusted above all others. Your turn to shoot.”
She bent forward, aware of how close he was.
When he touched her ass, the tips of his fingers sliding across her flesh, she moaned and completely forgot about the game.
He chuckled.
“You’ve lost the ball and have no clothes. What am I going to do with you?”
She turned, and Draven didn’t let her get too far. He stood right in front of her, trapping her between the pool table and his body. His hands on the edge of the table kept her locked into place. She had no desire to run, even as he pressed his body against hers. The hard length of his cock brushed her stomach, and arousal flooded her body.
“What do you want to do?”
He cupped her tit, and the roughness of his hands took her by surprise. It showed he didn’t always sit behind a desk while other people did his dirty work.
“I want to see your pussy.”
She went to move, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Where do you want me?”
“Right here.”
He gripped her hips and helped her to sit on the edge of the pool table.
She held his shoulders trying to balance herself. He pushed the balls out of the way, and she leaned back, spreading her thighs wide.
“Now show me that pretty cunt.”
She lifted her legs up, keeping them open for him to see. With her hands on the lips of her pussy, she opened up for him.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
She gasped as he stroked a finger through her slit, teasing her.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re going to have to earn it. Once you start this game, there’s no stopping it.”
He stepped away from her and helped her off the table.
“Debt is paid for now.”
She grabbed her stick and watched as he sank a ball. She did the other, and he missed the next one.
He was in his boxer briefs now, the hard line of his cock pressing against the front. He made no move to hide it, and she didn’t want him to either.
When she failed to sink another ball, Draven smiled.
“Get on your knees.”
She sank to her knees, keeping her gaze up on him as he approached.
“Touch my cock.”
She lifted her hand, and he shook his head, pushing her hand out of the way.
“I didn’t say to use your hand.”
With
his boxer briefs on, she pressed her mouth to his cock, touching him.
He gripped the edge of his briefs and pushed them down.
“Use your mouth.”
She licked the tip and took him between her lips, moaning as he filled her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back up. He didn’t force her to choke on his cock this time.
Up and down she slid her lips over the length of him, coating him with her saliva until he let out a curse.
After several minutes he stepped back, tucked his cock away, and went back to the table.
She got to her feet, aware of how wet she was. The tops of her inner thighs were slick from her own arousal. Harper still tasted him on her tongue.
She took her next shot and was shocked by how it went into the hole. Each time a ball went into a hole, she wished she’d missed.
When they had done all the balls and the table was clear, she thought they’d move on and fuck. No, Draven reloaded the tray and started all over again. Not that she had a problem with that.
Especially as the next ball didn’t go into the hole.
Draven went to the corner of the room and opened up a drawer.
“Hold onto the pool table, bend over and don’t look.”
Harper followed his instruction even as she wanted to ask him nonstop questions. Holding the edge, she counted to ten in her mind, hearing him do something.
When he stood right behind her, she didn’t look back as he’d told her not to. Gritting her teeth, she waited. He cupped her ass, spreading the cheeks wide.
What made her gasp next was how he stroked over the puckered hole of her anus. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
“No.”
“Good. I don’t want anyone to fuck you here.”
She looked behind her, but Draven didn’t allow that, so he slapped her ass hard. Crying out, she quickly turned her head to look forward rather than back. Her ass was on fire from his spank.
“Hold your ass open,” he said.
She spread the cheeks of her ass. Her face was flaming.
His fingers returned to her ass, coating her with some lube. She knew it had to be. It was cold and slick. She gasped as he pressed a finger to her anus.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. You’ll love it, and besides, you’re going to have to get used to this.”
“Why?”
“You’re going to be taking my cock here soon. So very soon.”