Harper's Fate

by F. C. Clark

  I turn on my heel and begin to leave the kitchen, waiting for Luke to follow me. I sense I’m alone, and stop.

  ‘Kate Harper, you are going to test me every which way. I sense trouble.’

  ‘Maybe, but it will be worth it.’ I hold my hand out for him. ‘You said you were a man of your word, and I do believe you promised me a bath.’

  He takes my hand and lifts me in his arms, carrying me as he did in Venice. Once again, I tuck my head in to his neck, giving him gentle kisses as he places each foot on the steps leading to his room.

  Luke puts me down in the middle of the bed, and leaves to run my bath.

  When he returns, I am silent.

  ‘Kate.’

  My expression allows him to read me.

  ‘Strange.’ I take a deep breath. ‘This feels odd. I come up here every day… and now…’

  He places one knee between my legs and the other to one side, locking me in place. His face hovers above mine – at kissing distance.

  ‘Maybe, but I want you here.’

  He kiss makes me forget the oddness I felt. He breaks free, allowing our eyes to meet.

  ‘I believe your bath is running.’ He stands and pulls me into his arms. ‘How can I make this easier for you?’

  ‘I just need time, that’s all. Not for how I feel about you, but for the dust to settle. Don’t forget, a few days ago I was your employee, and now I’m spending the night in your bed.’

  ‘The night – that sounds like one.’

  ‘Time, Luke, not away from you but for me to make my decision.’

  We enter the bathroom, and it would seem that Mr Romantic Sutton has visited: candles have been lit round the bath, which is full of bubbles. Without hesitation Luke unzips my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor, followed by my underwear. I re-pin my hair. Luke takes my hand and guides me into the water. Wow, this is heaven. Luke scent is amazing. I inhale all of it, allowing my skin to absorb the silkiness of the oil.

  I sink back and watch Luke strip. What a treat. He moves my shoulders and slides in behind me. His legs encase mine, stopping me from sliding down the bath. He reaches for the body wash, pours some onto a sponge and then proceeds to wash me, starting with my arms and moving towards my neck, before making his way to my breast.

  ‘Are you feeling better?’

  ‘This is perfect.’ I sense his smile as he kisses the top of my head and continues to wash me. ‘Harry said I should move in with you.’ My words make him instantly cease his washing.

  ‘Your sister is incredibly wise.’

  ‘Biased, Luke. She did say if it goes wrong I can move back home.’

  ‘That fills me with confidence; a contingency plan before you have said yes. I don’t fail at many things. Permitting you to leave is not up for discussion. The sooner you’re here with me, the better.’ He returns the sponge to my stomach.

  ‘I don’t have an emergency evacuation plan. Harry was merely asking what was the worst that could happen. Other than you breaking my heart – but that’s if you decide to chew me up and spit me out.’ My arms reach around Luke’s neck.

  ‘I intend to do many things to you, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me, Kate?’

  I contemplate my answer, but for some reason I do.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You read me better than most people, which is a little unnerving. You also frustrate me more than anyone else, not to mention your need to say whatever pops into your head.’

  ‘I tell you how it is. Surely that’s what you want? I’m not a yes girl.’ I giggle.

  ‘I’m fully aware of that.’

  He kisses the top of my head and lowers the sponge across my hips, using his legs to open my thighs, allowing him access to my clit. My hands grip tightly around his neck while his erection digs into the small of my back. My hips sway in the water, enticing Luke to increase his speed and pressure, yet he’s in total control.

  ‘I think we should get you out.’

  ‘Hmmm.’

  ‘Kate, I think we should get out.’

  I can feel his lips curl against my head. No doubt this pleases him; seeing me under his power.

  ‘No, I’m fine.’ Amazingly, I manage a sentence – a small sentence.

  Luke laughs, and unfortunately removes the sponge. He gets out of the bath. Immediately my eyes are drawn to his delicious erection. I watch him collect towels for us both and reluctantly join him.

  His mobile phone vibrates against the marble washstand. Luke speaks to the caller and enters the bedroom. Sadly, he’s talking to somebody about business. God, I want to rip the phone from his hand and let my lips talk to his body. Restraint has escaped my body and mind this evening.

  I enter the walk-in closet and notice my small case from Venice on the very large dressing unit. There seems very little point it being here, as all I have is toiletries and make-up.

  Luke places his phone on the centre unit.

  ‘Can I borrow a T-shirt?’ I feel naked, mentally and physically.

  Luke walks towards me, just his towel between us, which merely heightens my need to fuck him.

  ‘Take whatever you need. I think we should get you some clothes – or, better still, you can pack your own clothes and keep them here.’

  ‘Persistent, aren’t you? No wonder you do well in business.’ I roll my eyes at him.

  ‘I play to win.’ He kisses me on the lips. ‘I have to make a couple of calls.’

  ‘Oh… OK.’ Now what shall I do?

  Luke drops his towel and grabs some shorts. The view goads me into a sexual frenzy. He takes teasing to a whole new level.

  ‘Come and join me in the office, where I can keep an eye on you.’

  ‘Are you sensing trouble? Besides, I don’t want to disturb you.’ I let go of my towel, turning the tables on him.

  ‘Seeing you naked will provoke me giving you some trouble.’ He walks towards me. ‘I need to make a call. I know once we start, I’ll get no more work done. Fuck, Kate, I have to discuss money now – and my dick is hard. You, baby, are trouble in my life.’ He gives me a quick kiss and a cheeky slap on the arse as he leaves the dressing room.

  I rummage through rails of clothes, once again he has top-end clothing. I grab a grey Abercrombie T-shirt and a pair of white socks that are far too large for my feet. This is not my usual attire. If nothing else, I look a little impish.

  Luke’s voice carries through to the hallway as I wander into his office, carrying two cups of world peace. He sits at his desk, his naked torso on display. Does he normally work semi-naked? His speaks with his eyes firmly on his computer screen. I place our teas on his desk and walk towards him.

  ‘Can you hold for a moment?’ he commands the caller, placing the receiver on the desk. Instantly he runs his hand up my thighs and under his T-shirt. My nakedness pleases him, and he gives me the Sutton killer smile.

  ‘God, I need to be inside you.’ He pulls at my hips roughly, yanking me into his lap. ‘Fuck, how am I supposed to concentrate with you around?’

  ‘Shall I leave?’ Cheekily I push him.

  ‘That’s never going to happen, Harper. You and I both know it… Say what I want to hear.’

  Wow, he needs silencing. My mouth savagely takes him. I push my tongue into his mouth, wrestling against his. His hand runs through the length of my hair and rests at the nape of my neck, while his other hand squeezes my erect nipples. Luke’s tongue is relentless. I pull away.

  ‘You have someone on hold.’ I turn my head and notice the glare from the fire. ‘Mr Romantic Sutton has visited for the second time this evening.’

  He laughs. ‘I want you to relax.’

  ‘Really?’ He’s a master at setting the scene – I give him that.

  I think I need to push his button; let me take him off sexual hold. Although the truth
is, I will never be in control, not on our sexual journey. I move and straddle his lap. My naked clit now rests against the bulge in his jogging shorts. I pass him the receiver.

  ‘I have told you, it’s rude to keep people waiting.’ Impertinent or not, I press the flashing button.

  Luke’s eyes narrow.

  He listens for a moment.

  ‘Let’s get back to the point you were making.’ He says, watching me closely.

  Leaving him no time to argue, my hand slips inside his shorts. I take hold of his erection and work quickly. His penetrating glare informs me that I’m treading on dangerous ground. Let’s see if men are as good at multitasking as women.

  I sink to my knees and lick the sensitive head of his erection. Slowly, very slowly, I slide his thick shaft into my mouth. He tugs at my shoulder, but not strongly enough to stop me, as I sink lower, devouring his entire length.

  ‘OK.’ Is that to the caller or me?

  My hands rest against his firm thighs while my mouth pumps him hard and fast. His breathing hitches as he speaks. Can I make him capitulate to my demands? I’m fully aware that he’s in my hands – or my mouth – for a short time.

  Slowly I ease the pace and gently release the pressure. My lips ensure he’s locked in a perpetual state of need and release. Welcome to my world, Mr Luke Sutton.

  ‘Very well, send me the email.’ He offers minimal conversation.

  I release him and attempt to tuck his erection back in his shorts. I stand to admire the man at the desk, who I have reduced to putty in my hands. Satisfied with my efforts, I plant a kiss on his lips and collect my tea. The haunting darkness of his eyes promises trouble in store.

  ‘Luke, don’t let your tea get cold.’ I whisper.

  I know this is far from over, as he will never allow me to conquer him. I believe I have just disturbed a hornets’ nest.

  I sit down on the rug and lose myself in car-crash TV, the heat from the fire thawing the shock that the burglary caused. As Luke requested, I make myself comfortable.

  I’m unaware Luke is off the phone, and when I look up he’s standing over me. I think the hornet’s nest has arrived. Shit. Note to self: do not place body parts in your mouth if the repercussions are going to make you lose your mind.

  ‘Having fun?’ This is ambiguous: I know he’s referring to earlier, and not my channel-hopping.

  ‘Nothing worth watching.’ I keep my head forward and my wits about me.

  ‘I thought you might be interested to know that I have managed to complete some of my work.’ I turn my head towards Luke and meet his glare. Oh fuck, this is not good. Dark and sexually frustrated eyes meet dark and repentant eyes.

  ‘Good. Now you can relax.’

  ‘No, I think that is not what I need, Kate.’ He lowers to his knees.

  He pulls my feet towards him, causing me to lie flat on my back. He removes my socks one at a time and then begins to crawl up my body, spreading my legs along the way. He grips my T-shirt with his teeth, revealing my nakedness.

  ‘Kate, what am I to do with you? How can I put it politely.’ He rubs his nose against mine.’ I’m fully aware that will be his last act of tenderness. ‘I think we should play a game. How long I can make you wait for an orgasm, or how many times I will allow you to orgasm – what do you think?’

  His face is close. All I can do is swallow. Is he looking for an answer?

  ‘I prefer the second choice.’ I stare at his eyes. No – he clearly wasn’t looking for an answer.

  ‘Do you? Hmmm, let’s think about that for a moment, shall we? Or maybe let’s think about your mouth that sucked my dick an hour ago, while I was on the phone trying to conduct business. I’m still fucking hard! And I have the overwhelming urge to fuck you senseless and not let you come.’

  ‘Oh, sorry.’ He’s seriously pissed off.

  ‘Are you?’ he presses.

  ‘No – not really; well, yes, about your work, but no for doing it.’

  He begins to laugh. ‘Honesty – that pleases me. It’s a new adjustment for me: my insatiable need to be inside you and the tolerance I will need to deal with you.’

  I move my hands to his hair, pulling him towards me. He stops and looks at me.

  ‘Do you know how you make me feel?’ I know he’s assessing his plan of action. I can see him thinking.

  He leans up and pulls me with him, releasing me from my T-shirt. Within seconds his mouth is on me: his tongue lashes violently against mine, taking my breath away. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer; his touch strengthens with every stroke. I move my hands to his shorts, trying to slide them off, but as predicted, I’m not allowed any control – especially after the sucking incident. I have now relinquished all rights to manhandle him – but only for tonight.

  He breaks free and returns to my ankles, slowly and methodically kissing and nipping my legs, pushing them apart the closer he gets to his target, my clit, which is screaming out his name and has been since we were in the bath together. Giving me no time to think, his fingers dive deeply into my sex, and his tongue begins to torment me. My body is already lost to both sensations; my sex is wet and my breathing quickens.

  He leaves my clit and heads towards my nipples, sucking and nibbling, making my stomach contract. His fingers continue to thrust, while the pad of his thumb commences a torturous manipulation of my clit. I have no control, as a tightening builds inside me – and so does my orgasm.

  ‘Luke – yes…’ I move my head and arch my back. I wish he was kissing me, but I have no strength to ask.

  He continues to nip and suck my nipples, as my body quivers into submission. My breathing slows, but Luke is already kissing my stomach, making his way towards my highly sensitive clit. He licks and blows air over me, soothing the tingling feeling and reigniting my need for more. I’m lost again. The quickening returns. My body buckles under the skilfulness of his relentless tongue. I try to move my hips, but I can’t – Luke has me pinned to the rug. I have to wait for my orgasm to finish. His tongue slows its pace, waiting for my body to stop convulsing, and to my horror he starts all over again.

  ‘Luke. No more.’ I implore him to take pity. I’m aware the roles have reversed. Payback is a bitch.

  ‘I know what I am doing.’

  Oh, shit – no. He continues. The climbing has gained momentum. Maybe he does know what he’s doing. My body collapses under his spell as the tightening begins deep within me. I can hardly move. I am shaken by the eruption of another orgasm. My body is spent, dry of pleasure, shaking with aftershocks.

  He leaves my clit and returns to my face. I have no energy to talk; I can barely move. His kisses taste of me and my multiple orgasms.

  He stands and slips off his shorts. I watch him raptly as he slides a condom over his erection, smoothing it down his hard shaft, gripping himself, teasing me. Wow. I close my eyes and take a breath. I need him inside me.

  He returns to between my legs. ‘I know you want me to fuck you.’

  I nod.

  ‘Say it.’

  ‘Yes.’ I mutter.

  He lowers his mouth to mine. With one hard thrust, he immerses himself in me. With all the juices from my multiple orgasms, he plunges deeper than usual. He cups his hand under my arse, tilting my pelvis, sinking further into me. I grasp him firmly, signalling the start of another orgasm. Even though I have had enough of rushing orgasms, this is different. He’s deeper than usual; his stomach almost makes contact with mine. His toned body works hard. Each time he thrusts, I climb.

  ‘Kate, I know you want to come.’

  The first ferocious wave of my orgasm erupts and ripples through me. Luke thrusts harder. His muscles tighten and his breathing alters.

  ‘Fuck … Kate,’ he hisses through clenched teeth.

  Our breathing is laboured and our bodies drenched in sweat. I cradle his head a
s our breathing slows. Our eyes meet in a look of contentment. Luke withdraws, making me wince.

  ‘Kate?’

  ‘I’m fine.’ I try to smile through my exhaustion. ‘Honestly.’

  He stands and discards his condom, then holds a hand out for me. ‘I want to take you to bed.’

  Are you shitting me? Panic washes over me. Does he not think I looked fucked enough?

  He smiles. ‘Sleep, baby, nothing else.’

  My face falls with relief. Sleep is the only option I’m interested in.

  I take his hand and he pulls me to stand in front of him. Gently he takes my face and kisses me. Mr Empathy Sutton is now with me; pissed-off Luke has been put to rest, for now…

  I retrieve our clothes from the floor and turn to leave the office as Luke puts the fire out. He joins me in the hallway, flashing his one-sided smile.

  ‘Something amusing you, Mr S?’ I’m quite proud of the fact that I’m beginning to read him; with his many facets, it can be tricky.

  ‘Seeing you walk across my hall barefoot and naked.’ He whistles.

  ‘And that amuses you?’ I feel a little wounded.

  ‘No, it’s but ever so pleasing on the eye.’ He gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

  Luke takes my hand as we make our way to the bedroom – naked. I head for the dressing room to retrieve my toothbrush and then join Luke in the en suite. Standing side by side naked, brushing our teeth, I can’t help but feel self-conscious. As ever, Mr Mind-reader Sutton senses my insecurity.

  ‘Kate, you truly are beautiful. I could take you again.’

  Already!

  ‘I need… a minute alone… I’m not ready to share everything with you.’

  ‘I will leave you to it, then.’ Thankfully he departs.

  I return to the bedroom and move to my side of the bed. Luke pulls the covers back for me, as he lies naked on his side, propped up on his elbow. I slide into the most luxurious bed I have ever seen – and the company is pretty hot too.

  ‘I love this room. I have done since the first time I visited the house.’

  ‘It looks better for you being here.’ He touches my face gently.