by Dace Everan
“Red!” she growled. “You’re not whipping my pussy!” she yelled.
Roark inched forward on his seat. Laird returned, handing him the little flogger. Roark grinned. He liked these little ones. “Come on, baby. Just think, something against your aching little nub.”
Harley bowed and stared at him, jaw dropped open and eyes filled full of…want. Yes she wanted it. Even if it was just to have something against her clit.
Dedrick grinned, repositioning her on his lap, holding her legs straight up and wide open for Roark. Harley watched as his hands skimmed over her panty-clad pussy. Then his fingers spread and felt the newly waxed area.
It was the most vulgar thing she had seen in her life. His fingers spread like that, in a V over her pussy. The meager scrap of cloth bunched between her cleanly waxed, puffy lips. It made her tummy quiver in anticipation. She bumped her hips, urging him on. She whimpered when he continued to just lightly drag his fingers over her, a smart-ass smirk on his handsome face as he looked past her at Dedrick.
Dedrick dipped close to her ear, his tongue lining the outer shell of her ear. “You say ‘Please Sir, spank my pussy,’” he ordered.
Harley glared at Roark. No way was she going to say that! She harrumphed, and Roark put pressure on her clit, only to pull away. She growled and strained in Dedrick’s arms. “Let me go!”
Dedrick chuckled and it rumbled through Harley. “Hard way for you, is it?” he pondered.
Roark grinned, his hands back on her.
Harley grunted as he circled her clit, crossing over it ever so lightly, teasingly. She strained, heart pounding in her chest, hips bucking, trying to get more pressure from his damn hand. “Damn it, Roark! Touch me now!” she ordered.
Dedrick raised a brow. “You’ll ask nicely,” he reminded her, nuzzling her neck.
Harley grunted. No way was she begging them to touch her!
Roark continued his assault. “All you have to do is ask, Harley, and you will get what you want,” Roark coaxed, swiping his thumb across her clit. What he would give to have those panties off and see her naked and swollen pussy.
Harley moaned and slumped in Dedrick’s lap. “Please touch me, Roark,” she panted, her legs quivering, pussy pulsing, aching to have release. His eyes met hers, and he rubbed his thumb across her clit. She stiffened, and a guttural groan ripped from her throat as she shuddered in Dedrick’s lap.
Roark replaced his hand with the little flogger Laird had handed him. He dragged the long, thin strands over her pulsating pussy. Heat rose in her and anticipation built. Oh God, let him slap her, let him ease the ache pulsating from her neglected pussy. Then with the flick of his wrist, her body arched at the sensation of strands slapping over her aching pussy. Her breath gushed from her at the sensation that flew through her. Her legs spread further, and her hips lifted for another. “More, please.” She panted, her gaze locking with Roark’s. The look on his face touched her deeply. Deep emotion slathered with love. With a look of need to take care of her. She’d seen the look in his eyes before, but this time it was filled with so much more.
Roark flicked the pussy whip over her pussy. Her panties darkened with her arousal. Her muscled thighs quivered, as did her abs. Her hands fisted, and she buried her face against Dedrick’s neck, whimpering, her body bumping in Dedrick’s lap. Fucking beautiful. He quickened his pace. Flick, flick, quicker. Harley’s body arched and froze in place, a loud screech ripping from her as her body shuddered in Dedrick’s lap. He set aside the whip and caressed her swollen pussy. “No, Roark,” she cried, legs trying to close. “Shh, sweetheart,” he hummed, gentle as he rubbed, hands slowly edging out, massaging her thighs. Her body relaxed and settled against Dedrick as he eased her worked muscles.
Chapter Six
Harley felt Dedrick sit her astride Roark, and his warmth disappeared from her. She sighed as Roark held her close, whispering soothing words in her hair. Minutes later, a blanket covered her and she snuggled down. She felt weight shift next to her then another settle in close. Her mind floated somewhere far away, and she was only slightly aware of what was transpiring around her.
“She’s a beautiful creature,” Dedrick whispered.
Roark nodded, tightening his grip on his Harley. “Thank you. I needed her to feel it just once,” he murmured back. A twinge of regret filled him. He should have been the one to show Harley this, bring her to this state alone. He should have had the strength to push her. He tightened his grip on her.
Harley moaned. Why were they talking so quietly, and why was she so heavy? She tried to move, just to slump further into the manliness beneath her.
Dedrick smiled at the content little pet on Roark’s lap. He cupped her cheek. “Open up, pet,” he whispered.
Harley opened her eyes, feeling drowsy and spent. Friendly eyes met hers and a smile that warmed her from head to foot.
“Thank you, Harley, for sharing yourself with us and for allowing me to help.”
Harley stared at him, his eyes half-lidded. He was thanking her? She peeked up at Roark and saw the same kindness in his eyes that was in Dedrick’s.
Dedrick smiled, pecking her on the forehead. “Beautiful.” he praised glancing at Roark. “If you’re ever in need of a third, I’m more than interested.”
Roark nodded. “Thank you, Master Dedrick.” Dedrick nodded his welcome and took his leave.
Harley slumbered in his lap, his hand rubbing the length of her back. She peeked up at him and met his eyes. He had sat there this whole time, staring at her? How unnerving.
“Did he scare you at all, Harley?”
Harley shook her head.
“Only I scare you?”
She shook her head again. Last night had been different. That was in her home, and she was so fresh from getting home. She wasn’t, hadn’t been in the right mindset. This place, though…she looked around the area, and she could see without moving an inch in his lap. This place was different. You did this sort of thing here.
Roark kissed her cheek. “You’re not comfortable doing this in your apartment?” he guessed.
Harley shook her head. “That’s my home, Roark…I don’t do this,” she mumbled, ducking under his chin as if to hide from him.
Roark hooked a finger under her chin and made her look at him. “Don’t hide from me, please, Harley. I need to know what you’re feeling.”
Harley shook her head. “I wanna go home,” she whispered. A shiver rippled through her. She was sure her naked ass was on his leather-clad lap and her thong was out of sorts, and she just wanted to be in her safe place right now. She felt too much in the open here.
Roark nodded. “On one condition,” he said before making a move.
Harley looked at him, waiting for his condition.
“You let me stay the night.”
Harley glanced to the end of the couch where Layle had been sitting. It was empty.
“Master Laird took her to a spanking bench.”
Harley scanned the room and spotted them across the way. Layle was tied down, her bare ass hiked up in the air, and Laird was wielding a leather belt at her ass. She cringed. She was sure that had to hurt.
Roark messaged the back of her neck. “Look at Layle’s face when he strikes her, Harley,” he ordered.
Harley’s gaze fell on Layle’s face, and the look of passion that filled her friend’s features blew her away. Layle actually liked it! “You’re not going to spank me or anything, are you?”
Roark shook his head. “No…you experienced your first go-round in the lifestyle. I would rather not leave you alone wondering with questions, with no one there to answer for you.”
Harley looked at him, her heart softening. He wanted to stay with her to answer any questions she may have?
* * * *
Roark took her coat and let her escape down the hall. He hung hers, then removed his and hung it, then locked the numerous locks on her door. He glanced around the living area, eyes narrowing on the shadow in on the outdoo
r stairwell. He assumed it was the neighbor trying to catch a peek at Harley.
He crossed over, and before he was halfway across the space, the shadow up and darted. He grunted, grabbing the drapes and closing them. “You really need to close these before you go out, Harley,” he called down the hall.
Harley stripped from the skirt and top, unbuckled her nylons, and rolled them down her legs. Unsure feelings rent through her like wildfire. Her hands shook as she struggled with the simple task of undressing. She had let a man hold her open while she let one of her own soldiers bring her pleasure. There was no way this was right in any way!
Roark leaned against the doorjamb and watched her as she tossed the rolled-up nylons to the back of her closet. She then struggled with the garter belt, releasing a few unsavory curses in her stead. He crossed the room and unclasped the contraption from her hips. He tossed it to the floor at the bottom of her closet.
He fingered her thong. “Normally, you would put this on after the garters…men like to see you in the garter, and panty-less.” He knelt and dragged them down her long legs. His hands came back up, caressing her red ass. “Did he spank too hard, Harley?”
Harley shook her head. “I’ve had worse,” she mumbled.
Roark grimaced. She was comparing this to what she experienced in the line of duty? “You can’t do that, Harley. This isn’t anything like what those people were trying to do to you. What Dedrick wanted was what he did. The outcome you gave us was what we were looking for.”
Harley swallowed the lump that seemed to have formed in her throat the moment they had left the club. She cleared her throat. “I thought you wanted me to beg you for release?”
Roark smiled, giving her ass a few more full-handed strokes before standing and unclasping her bra. He slipped it from her soft, bronzed shoulders and let it join the rest at the bottom of her closet. “No…we were trying to let you escape reality and find a higher place where you would feel everything we were doing to you,” he offered, turning her to face him.
Harley looked up at him. “You can’t just make love to me and let me escape that way?” she asked, stupid tears edging her eyes. Why the hell was she going to cry now?
Roark ran a finger down her cheek. “Feeling confused?” he asked.
Harley nodded. “Confused and vulnerable, and my ass hurts! I haven’t felt this vulnerable since I was made junior officer!” she uttered, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. Her heart cried out as Roark dipped, kissing those tears away.
“That’s normal, Harley. You allowed two men to take you into their care and trusted us to give you what you needed.”
Harley sobbed, leaning into him.
Roark wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.
She soon felt him pick her up and carry her across the room, felt the comfort of her bed and his warmth settle in next to her. Silence filled the room, and he held her, patiently waiting for her to ask any questions.
“Do I have to kneel at your feet, Roark?” she asked after what seemed forever.
Roark kissed her forehead. “There are times I would like that,” he admitted.
Harley looked at him. His usual sharp blue eyes were a heady silver blue. “I will always have to call you Sir?”
Roark grinned. “Woman…if you wanted to please me it would be Master.” He delivered another soft kiss. “You haven’t agreed to any sort of relationship, and I would never expect you to do it just because I told you to. I want you to all on your own.”
Harley harrumphed. She snuggled to his side and nuzzled the underside of his jaw. “Will it always be you doing your thing? Dominating me?” she asked.
Roark shook his head. “No…believe it or not, I like to worship a beautiful body.”
Harley looked up at him. “What about how I want it?”
Roark snorted. “Fast and hard?” he retorted.
Harley frowned. “That’s wrong?” she uttered. She wasn’t allowed to judge his sexual preference, but he was going to judge hers.
Roark shook his head. “Absolutely not. I just prefer something a little less rough.”
Harley grunted. “You were into it last night,” she snorted. There was no way he could deny it! She had felt that superb hard-on pressed against her pussy. Fuck, she hadn’t even had a chance to fuck this man yet.
Roark grinned. He had been. He wasn’t one to rush sex. He loved savoring a woman’s body.
A thought struck Harley. Her head popped up and banged his chin. “Oww…fuck.” She rubbed her head. “Are you bisexual?” she asked, staring at him, her eyes watering at the pain on her scalp.
Roark rubbed her boo-boo. “Yes,” he answered.
Her eyes widened. “You seriously do men?”
Roark nodded. “Keep that to yourself, baby. I could lose my job over that piece of information,” he reminded her.
Harley narrowed her eyes. “That’s such a stupid reason to lose your job,” she muttered. She had gone to her superiors about that, about a friend of hers getting fired over her sexual preference.
Roark cupped her face. “Brave of you to speak up for Tammy like you did. Lucky you didn’t get fired over that.”
Harley snorted. “They know who my parents are. They wouldn’t dare discharge me,” she uttered in a haughty tone.
Roark frowned. “Your parents?” he questioned. What did her parents have anything to do with her position?
Harley stared at him. “You seriously don’t know the family I come from?” she uttered.
Roark shook his head. “Wasn’t your family I was interested in,” he replied.
Harley grinned. “Good, it’s of no importance then,” she replied, lying back down. Finally, a man who had no clue of the riches she came from, who wasn’t trying to get his hands on her for that reason alone.
Chapter Seven
Roark entered the office, offering Laird a friendly smile.
“Afternoon, Roark, how’s Harley? Layle’s been in a tiff since she got off the bench and saw you two gone.”
Roark took a seat reclining back, his arms resting at ease on the thick armrests. “Harley’s good, confused, to say the least,” he replied, taking in his surroundings with a special ops gaze.
Laird nodded, closing the folder in front of him and laying his pen down. “The stubborn ones usually are.” He paused, assessing Roark. “What can I do for you?”
Roark furrowed his brow. It wasn’t his thing to go snooping around about people, but it bothered him how Harley refused to talk about her family. He also knew Laird was the type of man to check everything out. It helped he had a past that was similar to his own. “I want to know who Harley is,” he answered simply.
Laird nodded, a sober look crossing his features. He opened a drawer and pulled out a large manila envelope. “I figured that was what you were coming here for.” He slid the file across the desk. “This stays here,” he informed as Roark picked it up.
Roark shot him a look. “That important to have dirt on people?” he asked.
Laird scoffed. “Don’t insult me, pup.”
Roark pulled out a book, frowning. “A book?” he asked. He looked it over. It looked more like a rough manual of sorts, although a very important one, for a top-secret kind of situation. He looked over the title, a disgruntled look crossing his features as he read, The Emulation of Human Nature. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he grumbled.
Laird shook his head. “No…Harley is a very special woman,” He reclined in his seat folding his hands over his stomach. “I wasn’t sure what I was getting into when I found this bit of information,” He cleared his throat and hoped Roark could comprehend the importance of his words. “I have an idea of who and what is behind why Harley is special.” He leaned forward coming to rest his elbows on his desk. “Take a quick look through. Keep an open mind and remember this is not the person we think it is. As far as I know, she is another version.”
Roark’s top lip twitched. Harley was an experiment? No, couldn’t be! No fuckin
g way he was in love with the world’s first goddamn guinea pig! He looked at Laird, eyes narrowed and shooting daggers. “No.” he sneered. He couldn’t believe it. His Harley was all woman. He scanned through the pages. If this was a copy of Harley, when had Harley been made? Dread cursed through him. His hand shook and he shook his head. This couldn’t be.
Laird nodded. “I had my curiosities when I was at Layle’s. Saw how different Harley was from her. How nothing seemed to stop the girl in her tracks. Shit, in the last three years she’s climbed the ladder faster than any man has. Not that that is bad, just curious.” He straightened out. “I did a check on Layle, another on Harley, and even you when you were at her home.”
Roark grunted. Great, more people knowing about his tainted past.
“You and Harley aren’t so different, Roark.” Laird sat back, pondering the young man. “You were trained from a young age to fight, to survive…Harley was designed to fight, to survive.”
Roark grunted. “She’s not even human!” he uttered. According to the pages in front of him, she wasn’t! She was…a fucking manmade machine with human flesh grown on her. Anger seethed through him. How could anyone do this to his Harley?
Laird shook his head. “Oh, she’s human. In the aspect that she has flesh and a heart and a brain and all the organs we do. She just has a few more upgrades then we do. If you flip through, you’ll see that she has titanium bone structure. Her flesh is similar to ours, but can repair its self.” He reclined back in his seat. That would be a sight to see, but he wasn’t into slicing and dicing up a woman to see how she worked. “I’ve yet to figure out why she was made. What use they have for her. What her true potential is.”
Roark looked at him. “Are they watching her now? Is she under surveillance twenty-four-seven? What the fuck is going on here?” His brain spun. This was government based. They had to be watching, recording, keeping stock of their unique experiment.