by B C Morgan
He leads me down the north wing again, but we walk past the game room this time. We don’t stop until we come to a door with his name on a plaque above the door.
Leading me into his room, he drags me over to the sofa he has in here, I don’t really take anymore in as he knocks me off my feet and settles himself on his knees in front of me. He trails his hand down the front of my blouse, flicking the buttons open slowly, one by one.
“Are you going to sleep with me?” I ask softly, terrified that he’ll say yes.
“Seriously, if you’re going to ask that question you can at least say the word fuck,” damn but it sounds good hearing him curse.
“I don’t swear,” not vocally at least, not that I’m going to add that last part.
“No, I’m not going to fuck you right now but I do want to see what all the fuss is about,” he replies, confusing me as he finishes on the buttons and pulls me forward by my wrist.
A rush of air passes out of me as he slides my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, but he leaves my wrists tangled inside as he pushes me back down. My blouse tightens behind me, trapping my wrists at my sides.
He places his fingers on my stocking covered ankle before trailing them up until they reach the hem of my skirt, sliding it up my thighs until it’s pushed up around my hips.
He stands up and looks down at my body before walking off and I almost feel like whimpering as I’m laid here bared to him, and... he simply walks away.
Am I supposed to stay here? Leave? I haven’t got a fucking clue what he’s expecting me to do. I go to sit up when a hand falls on my shoulder and pushes me back down. My eyes connect with his and I feel as though I could lose myself within their amber depths.
“I needed you to prove a point and you played your part well,” he grins down at me and I choke back the scathing remarks that want to pour forth, and instead I say, “you used me.”
“Of course I did, you signed up to be our plaything and we’ll continue to use you until the day you leave. Why act so surprised?” Does he really want me to answer that? It’s absurd.
“I-I…” taking a deep breath, I try to calm my breathing and seek out a calm place within the storm brewing inside me. “I knew you would use my body for your own pleasure, I just didn’t realize you would use me in other ways. Does it m-m-make you feel good, h-hurting others?”
“Close your eyes Tiny One, don’t open them or move and feel free to say yes sir,” his words are reminiscent of what Aeron had said to me before he came into the room and showed me the kind of pleasure a flower could bring.
I take one last look at him before closing my eyes and I hear footsteps trailing away, a clinking noise fills the air before the footsteps come closer. I swallow hard, my hands trembling, and I would give anything to be able to see what is about to happen. This is fucking torture.
“You’ll be used by so many of us, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use us right back,” his lips brush against my ear before something soft runs across my cheek. “I watched as Aeron brushed that flower across your eager little body and I saw how close you came to falling apart. Let’s see what silk does to you and maybe if you’re lucky, I won’t stop before the best part.”
The silk is as soft as the petals of that flower and it’s true what they say about your senses becoming more heightened when one is taken away. My lips part on a soft sigh as he drags it down my neck and traces the length of my collarbone. The next path it takes is across my shoulder before being dragged down the length of my arm before coming to a rest on the side of my hand.
“Although the blouse is getting in the way, I enjoy knowing you can’t move your arms. Things are about to get very interesting,” it falls out on a chuckle that zooms through me, but my attention returns to the silk and how it travels down my thigh.
My breathing becomes more ragged when he moves onto the other, trailing it up until it moves to my other arm and it doesn’t stop moving until it’s lying across my right shoulder this time. I gasp as it dances across the tops of my breasts, and I find myself wishing my bra wasn’t in the way as he trails down over my ribs causing my stomach to dip.
I feel so fucking sensitive right now but he takes away the silk and I cry out softly, knowing that yet again I’m going to be left wanting. Although I’m not supposed to want anything from them, Am I? Shouldn’t I just be resigned to my fate, not enjoying it?
“I’ve always been a fan of the front clasping bras, now remember you can say yes sir. Just wait for the question,” he chuckles again as my bra opens and bares my chest to him. I want to pull away, shield myself, but I can’t.
The silk grazes over my nipples and I can’t stop myself from arching my chest, pushing it up higher. His chuckle inflames me but also makes my face burn with embarrassment. The silk drags across my peaked nipples before dragging down to my navel and then… it’s gone. As quickly as that, guess I won’t get to experience any relief. He really is just intent on torturing me, asshole. The clinking sound fills the room again before a set of ice cold lips trail down my collarbone.
“Ahhh,” I can’t breathe, I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. How is this for his benefit? He can’t be getting anything out of it. Unless this is just the next step in his torture, drawing out my ultimate embarrassment before walking away and leaving me a needy mess on his couch.
“This stays between us, Tiny One. No one else will know. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, wondering what he’s about to do to make such a demand. Because it sure as hell wasn’t a request.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir,” I wonder if you can die from embarrassment?
“Good girl,” it isn’t said mockingly, if anything it sounds like… praise.
He places something cold and hard inside my belly button and I flinch from the sensation before a hand comes down on my stomach to hold me in place. His cold lips return to my neck, traveling down, further and further until they reach the valley of my breasts and then he moves along. Sucking one of my hard peaks into his mouth and something cold pushes against my other one. He sucks hard, toying with me as his teeth graze over my other nipple before he releases it and moves over to the one that is as cold as ice.
Fuck me, how did I not realize this earlier? He’s using ice on me. I’ve heard about it, but obviously I’ve never experienced it before.
His mouth closes over my nipple, and I can feel his tongue moving the ice over my sensitive flesh and I can’t help the deep, throaty moan that pours out of me. I cry out when he pulls away from my nipples and then I feel as he travels the ice down my body, with his hot as sin mouth. When he reaches my belly button, the only thing stopping me from bucking up is his hand as he laps the water up and then moves down to my panties. His breath fans across my skin and I moan loud as his fingers move my panties to the side and ice is placed over my clit.
There’s nothing I want more than to drive my fingers through his hair or maybe even deep inside myself seeing as he’s doing nothing more than rolling it across my clit and I’m losing my god damn mind.
“Do you want to come, Tiny One?”
“Yes sir,” I can’t help but moan out my reply as his fingers brush apart my lips and push the ice between them, hitting my nub with its icy goodness. I can barely think coherently.
“Do you want me to make you come with the ice, my fingers or my mouth? Or maybe you’re a greedy thing and want all three?” His voice has dropped and it only stokes the heat burning within me, pooling in my stomach and threatening to make me lose control.
“Please, I… I can’t,” I buck my hips and his laugh washes over me.
“I’ll give you what you need, but remember. This stays between us,” his words aren’t even registering but I agree nonetheless as I frantically nod like one of those nodding figurines that always seemed so pointless to me.
His breath washes over my clit as his tongue rolls over it, pushing the ice harder against the nub before his mouth moves low
er. He blows over the entrance to my core before his tongue thrusts deep inside, and I doubt even a soundproof room could contain my cry. His thumb is rubbing furiously at my nub as he thrusts inside me, bringing me to the brink. Sparks shoot up my spine, as my toes begin to curl and then his tongue is suddenly replaced with fingers as he sucks at my lips, flicking his tongue over my nub and I fall apart. My hips arch up, pushing myself harder against him and he doesn’t try to hold me down this time, instead his arm hooks under my hips and holds me in place.
He doesn’t relent until my throat grows hoarse and my legs can’t do anything more than tremble. He takes his fill of me, more than I thought I had to give before gently lowering me back to the sofa.
Getting to his feet, he looks at me through hooded eyes, I have no idea what my face looks like right now but that had to be the world’s greatest orgasm. I think I may be dead, because I cannot feel anything other than the warmth sitting in my stomach, curling like a contented cat who just had her fill of the cream. Ha, poetic or what.
“Consider that your reward for your performance in the game room,” it’s like a bucket of ice cold water is poured over me and I can’t help bring my arms over my chest as my eyes fill with tears that I do not want to shed.
Something warm and heavy is suddenly pulled over my shoulders and I don’t know what to think as the blanket registers in my mind, along with the fact that Tucker gave it to me to award me a semblance of modesty.
“Look…”
My eyes shoot to him and he stops speaking, I don’t know what he sees but it cuts him off and I’m glad.
“May I leave now or do you expect me to assist you with your… problem?” My eyes flick to the strain in his pants and his hand slips through the waistband as he rearranges himself.
“You can go, enjoy your evening Thirty-Four,” is his only reply before he slips into a bathroom and closes the door on me.
I reclaim my bra before righting my clothes, I get to unsteady legs and make it to the door but I can’t help and pause as the noise of running water and a breathy moan fills the air. Why does it bother me that he’d rather use his hand than mine? I think I need to get my head checked before I do something foolish, like forgetting how much I dislike all of them and I refuse to let that change.
The problem is, it wasn’t only my body that loved every fucking second of that. Just like it wasn’t my body that was very nearly destroyed by his words that followed.
12
Crushing on You
The plan of the lesson Tucker made me miss is waiting inside my door as I make it back, along with an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow. Please don’t be Cole.
I have this urge to do something for myself and Aeron has ruined my nighttime baking for the time being, because I can’t be sure he won’t turn up. So, instead I opt to go for a swim.
I have my map out in front of me so I don’t get lost, but unfortunately I’m so engrossed in finding the place that I don’t realize there’s already someone here. Not until a splash registers in my ears and my head shoots up to see a startled Maddox.
“I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I stutter, as I start to backtrack, getting ready to leave the pool area and find another way to distract myself.
“It’s okay, I’m nearly done you don’t have to leave,” he says softly, as he pushes up to the edge of the pool and I can see the light reflecting off his eyes.
“You shouldn’t have to go for me, I just thought this would be the best time to get some…” I trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence without insulting the only Harkwright who seems nice.
“Space, solitude. Trust me, I get it. That’s why I come here in the evening, it’s usually empty and I can be on my own,” his cheeks go bright red and I can’t stop the smile that is growing on my face.
“I don’t mind being alone, together,” it sounds stupid even to my ears and an oxymoron I’m sure but his answering smile is enough for me.
Stepping over to a line of benches, I pull my top over my head, and slide my skirt down my legs, keeping my back to him. I hated this bikini the moment I saw it, but it isn’t like I can pop to the shops to get a replacement so I’m stuck. Two grey triangles with a gold twisted cord keeping them in place and the bottoms aren’t much better. It barely covers anything. I turn around and his eyes almost bug out of his head before he looks down into the water.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, you can keep your top on. I don’t need you to show me more than you’re willing or comfortable with. I’m not like the others and I’m happy to keep reminding you of that fact.”
His words warm me more than he could ever know and I pull my top back on, feeling my back relax and my shoulders move away from around my ears. I slowly make my way over to the edge and drop down to dangle my feet into the water. He leans his forearms on the ledge next to me and we don’t look at one another, we just stay here together. He doesn’t give me any orders and I don’t have to hate myself for going along with them.
“Why the need for escape?” It slips out without my consent and his eyes widen as he looks at me before he looks back down to the water. Watching the slight ripples my feet create.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on Maddox, you knew I needed solitude which means you did too. But why would a Harkwright want to get away? They build this entire place for your pleasure, you can take what you want and face no repercussions,” do I sound judgmental? I’m sure there was a hint of it in my tone, but I can’t help the way I feel.
“I can’t deny your words, they’re true in every way. Except for me, if I’m honest with you I hate everything my last name represents. The attitude, the way we use people and this whole damn place. I don’t want to be a Harkwright Luna and aside from an education, I’m not taking anything from this place,” he says it all so matter of fact and it hits me hard. His boyish charm is there but I can see the vulnerability in his eyes, he doesn’t trust easily and I think he wants someone that he can trust wholeheartedly. I mean, don’t we all?
“You won’t claim a girl?” I ask quietly, his answer shouldn’t matter to me, but it does.
“If I claim someone it would mean I see them as an object, something to own. So no I won’t, unless it was to save her or because we fell in love. Because if I ever resort to that action it would be something we both agreed on and because I would have no intentions of ever letting her go,” his eyes burn into mine and I can barely stand their intensity. The funny thing is, I believe it.
I slip off the side and sink into the warm water until it reaches my chest and my feet hit the bottom. I find myself being drawn to him and I didn’t even realize I was moving until my arm brushes against his. He looks at me before pushing away from the side and swims to the other end.
I won’t follow him because I can tell he needs his space and I’ve finally got the solitude I was craving, yet, I’d rather float here speaking to Maddox. The sweet guy with the kind eyes. He may be a Harkwright in name, but he certainly isn’t in nature.
I don’t have any lessons this morning and I know it’s more than a coincidence that my appointment will fall when I have free time. I look through my allowed clothes, that have been sectioned into the days I’m allowed to wear them and for special functions. I hope I never have to attend one of those, I can already tell that the clothes are not the kind of thing I would ever choose.
Selecting a blood red corset, it is striking against my pale skin and a pair of leather pants with a pair of heeled boots. I hate it but it was either this or a skirt that should only ever be worn as a belt and I refuse to stoop that low. I keep my face bare of any makeup and I can tell just by looking at my own reflection that I don’t own these clothes, I look as uncomfortable as I feel and the bastards are eating it up. Every damn day.
Shaking my head to clear it of the negative thoughts, I grab my bag and head out to the medical center. I pass a few Harkwright men as I descend the spiral staircase and their stares burn into my skin, but no one trie
s to stop me or make any demands, and I won’t wait around for them to change their minds. I can’t stop my mind from replaying that moment with Tucker every time I go to sleep, but I try my hardest not to let it haunt me in the waking world.
Damn, I can’t believe the way my body had come alive and undone by Tucker and then he goes and shatters me with his words. The worst part, I think I’m the one who is in the wrong. I knew what I was going to face and yet I have allowed myself to be affected deeper than I ever wanted. I’m playing a dangerous game and I’m starting to fear that I can’t win. Am I destined to fail?
I make it to the medical center and a nurse shows me to the waiting area, I’m not the only girl here for an appointment so my racing heart steadies a fraction.
“Does it hurt?” Fourteen asks and Seven scoffs before narrowing her eyes at the doorway. I take a seat and turn to see Daria standing there, shrinking under the animosity.
Her eyes are scanning the room before falling on me, I give her a twinge of the lips and she almost sags on the spot before claiming the spot beside me.
“I’m sorry for the looks you’re going to get, but you seem the least likely to try and kill me,” she says and I don’t think she’s exaggerating. Is she really in fear of these girls? And for what, because she was claimed and they weren’t? Wake the fuck up, clearly they’re the lucky ones!
“It’s okay, I didn’t come here to make friends and the two I have made wouldn’t judge me,” I say in reply, pulling my hair down around my face, shielding myself from their stares.
“You don’t hate me for being claimed?” She asks and I really should think before I speak, but I don’t.
“No, I pity you.”
I see her recoil from my words through the gap in my hair, but I won’t allow myself to feel guilty, she asked and I won’t lie. Not unless I absolutely have to.