30 - Alessia
F UCK! FUCK! FUCK! This is NOT the thing I wanted to do today.
Instead of getting Harper settled back into our apartment ( is it ours by the way?
), I have to find a way to breaking the absolute worst news in the whole motherfucking world to her.
Besides, I wanted to enjoy more of this new woman that stepped out of that bathroom in there.
I stare out of the car window, LA whooshing by in a golden blur, trying to wrap my head around all the intel Elio just gave me.
When we drive into the garage, I see Lorenzo and Bella waiting by the elevator, Bella is holding a big sign that reads “Welcome Home Harper” surrounded neon flowers and balloons.
Lorenzo is a sporting a shit-eating grin that can only mean trouble.
I chuckle a little and Harper looks up and rolls her eyes in fake annoyance.
Alex parks the car and Harper fake drags herself out of it.
I watch as she’s scooped up by my brother and he spins her around.
Harpers laughter fills the garage and the ache in my chest subsides a little at the sound of it.
God, I missed that laugh. I step out of the car as well and join the happiness by the elevator just as Lorenzo puts Harper down and Bella goes in for a big hug, happy tears glide down her face.
“Alright, alright, let the woman breathe, please!” I laugh.
Bella lets Harper go and wipes away her happy tears,
“I’m just so freaking happy that you’re finally home.” she sobs.
“I’m glad to be home as well, Bella! Now let’s go inside, I’m dying for a cup of coffee and something sweet made by Carmen.”
We enter the elevator and withing seconds we’re upstairs and walking into my living room.
“Home!” Harper says, letting out a big sigh, her shoulders sagging as if she can finally wrap her head around it. She walks around the room, her fingers gliding over every surface and items it passes. Lorenzo brings her bags to our room and I just watch her.
This gorgeous strong fierce woman that survived all Manchini and Gianni did to her.
I know she’s hurting in the aftermath of things but that only makes me want to worship her more now.
Usually, I’m the one holding the reigns but I would happily give them to her.
I resist the urge to strip down and sink to my knees right here and now before her.
Make her feel like the dark princess that she is!
I’m so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed Harper coming up to me until she slides her arms around my waist and lays her head against my chest. Her body fits so perfectly with mine even with all her weight loss in the past months.
I ma ke a mental note to tell Carmen to stock up the fridge and pantry with meals and everything Harper likes.
“Let’s go take a long bath together.” She insists.
“I would love to, Tesoro, but are you ready for that? To have me that close with you?”
She looks up at me, “I just want to feel like we did before. If it’s too much I’ll tell you.”
“Lorenzo! Bella!” I bellow, “Get out of here, NOW!”
Lorenzo and Bella hurry towards the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator.
We laugh as we watch them leave. Harper slips her hand into mine and leads me towards the bathroom.
I fill up the tub and leave her alone to get into it alone, I want to give her space to undress herself without being worried about what I might think of her body now.
I strip down in the bedroom and when I see her covered in bubbles in the tub I walk in.
“May I join you or are you keeping the bubbles all to yourself?”
“Well…” she draws out, “I just might.” She looks up at me through her lashes, faking innocence.
“Okay, then I’ll get dressed again and leave you.
” I push out my chest in deviance which makes my tits perk up.
Ha, that she noticed! Her eyes flick down from my eyes to my breasts and a blush covers her face.
I don’t want to do anything she doesn’t feel comfortable with but I needed to know, I needed to know if she could still look at me and feel something.
I turn around slowly to walk away but she grabs my wrist and holds me back.
“No, don’t. Please join me.” She whispers.
“Then scoot forward, I’ll come behind you.” I urge her.
She does as she’s told and I can slide in behind her.
The warmth, bubbles and her slick body surround me and it’s the first time in a long time I feel truly at peace again.
She’s here, she’s safe. Harper grabs my hands and puts them on her stomach as she leans her head back against my shoulder.
We just sit like this for a while, not speaking, we’re enveloped by each other.
I rub slow circles around her bellybutton and she molds into me when I kiss the side of her neck, just below her ear. I see goosebumps flash across her skin.
“My God, Tesoro, I missed you so much.” I whisper. Harper hums in response, her eyes closed. She tugs at my arms trying to tighten my hold on her.
“I’m here baby, I’m not letting you go ever again.” She lets out a small sniffle. I gently lift her chin so I can look at her face.
“I wish I could take your pain away; I wish I could make you feel better.” I croak.
Her eyes open and they’re filled with sadness and hurt.
“It’s like I’m trapped in a storm that never ends, drowning in a sea of nothing but hurt.
But then there’s you, your touch, your voice.
You’re the only thing that feels real. Make me believe there’s more to life than just surviving it.
Please, show me that I can still be more than my pain.
” She turns around in the tub to lie on top of me.
Her eyes search my face like she’s holding back, like she’s scared to take what she wants.
“Are you sure?” I murmur.
“Yes, make me feel alive again,” she whispers, her voice trembling as if saying it aloud might shatter the fragile courage she’s clinging to. Her fingers trace the line of my jaw, hesitant but yearning. I can see the conflict in her eyes, desire battling fear, hope tangled with doubt.
I cup her face gently, my thumb brushing her cheekbone.
“You’re not just your pain,” I say, my voice steady but soft. “You’re everything beyond it, everything you haven’t even seen yet. But if you are sure, I’ll remind you, one moment at a time.”
Her breath hitches as my hand trails down her back, slow and deliberate, like I’m giving her time to pull away if she wants to.
She doesn’t. Instead, she leans in, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that starts tentatively but deepens with every second, like she’s pouring everything she’s been holding back into it.
I grab her by the nape of her neck with one hand to pull her in while circling her with my other arm to keep her in place.
The water ripples around us, warm and grounding, as the space between us disappears. Her hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer, as if the distance from me is too much to bear.
“You deserve to be worshiped every second of every day…” I murmur against her lips, letting my words melt into the kiss. “You can bring a Queen to her knees… Always.”
For the first time in what feels like forever, a small, genuine smile touches her lips, fleeting but enough.
“Then don’t stop,” she demands.
That dem and almost snaps the last of my restraint, my need for her courses through my veins setting my body on fire.
I deepen my kiss and bite down on her lip.
She gasps in surprise, my hand travels down to the curve of her ass.
She positions herself to straddle me as I slide down a little in the tub. Her breast now at eyelevel with me.
“Do you remember your safe words?” My voice hoarse.
“Red… Yellow… Green.” Harper kisses me between each color.
“You decide what feels right baby, you’re in control of me.”
Her face hovers only a few inches away from me. Her trust in me radiating off of her.
“I know… I trust you.” She breathes.
Fucking hell! I know I need to go slow with her but damn that made my pussy clench with need. She wriggles her hips on top of me, creating a little friction on the mound of my pussy.
My hands travel up her sides to her breasts and I cup them.
I lean in and take one of her nipples into my mouth while tweaking the other between my thumb and index finger.
My mouth envelops her nipple and I feel it pebble against my tongue as I flick and suck it.
I let out a deep moan and she answers by grinding herself against me, creating that sinful friction again.
The water in the tub sloshes over the edge, making me release her nipple from my mouth.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glassy with lust as I look up at her.
“You ’re making a mess of my bathroom, babe.” I grin at her.
“Well, screw your bathroom,” she says defiantly, “You’ll make a mess of me if you keep doing that.”
“Maybe we should get out of the water then?” I quirk up my brow at her. She giggles in response. She slides off of me so that I can stand, I get out of the bath and grab her by the waist and lift her out of it. She yelps and clings her arms around my neck and her legs grab hold of my waist.
“I’m not going to drop you!”
I carry her out of the bathroom, our lips fused together in a searing kiss.
Pouring ourselves into each other like the need for oxygen.
I place my knee on the bed and lower her onto the mattress.
She pulls me with her causing me to lose my balance and I land impishly on top of her.
Harper lets out a little hiss, I look at her and we both burst into laughter.
I start kissing her everywhere, occasionally nipping her skin with my teeth.
Her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts.
My hands slide over her body I feel every curve and ridge I love so much.
“I want to worship you, every day, you are so goddamn beautiful.” I say between my ravishment of her body.
She arches her back, needing more, wanting more. I glide off the bed and take place at her feet.
“Spread them baby, I want to see you.” I command. She happily obeys and spreads her legs. Giving me a full view of her glistening pussy.
“God, Tesoro, you’re dripping for me.”
“Yes, touch me please. Make me feel good Ma’am.” Her voice hoarse with need. She’s wriggling and waiting, needing stimulation.
“Play with yourself baby, take control of yourself!” I demand.
“What?” Her head snaps up and she looks at me, down on the floor at her feet.
“I said I wanted to worship you, didn’t I? I want to see you find your own strength again as you play with yourself. I want to see how you take yourself over the edge. I want you to tell me what to do and I want to drown in your wetness. I submit to you, my queen. Command me, take your control.”
Harper blinks her eyes in surprise, as if she didn’t know this was ever a possibility in our relationship.
Normally this wouldn’t be but this is what she needs.
Even though as a submissive she has all the power in our relationship, she will not experience it this way now.
Not after everything that has happened to her.
This is why I need to submit myself to her to show her that I serve her , her heart, her pleasure and her life.
“Command me, baby.” I whisper, urging her on.
She’s quiet for a minute before her hand glides over her stomach to her pussy.
“Lick me.” The command leaves her lips so softy it’s barely audible.
I put my hands on her thighs and caress her while giving kisses on the inside of her thighs until I reach her pussy.
The smell of her arousal causes me to release a hand from her leg and bring it to my own pussy.
I lick over her labia an d find her clit, sucking and nibbling on it.
With one hand I spread her lips and let my tongue slide through her from bottom to top before I tighten my tongue and insert it into her.
My fingers find my own clit and I circle it gently to avoid coming for her already.
She screams in ecstasy “YES! OH, FUCK ALESSIA!”
A grin forms on my lips. Her fingers join in on the fun and she starts circling her clit, applying pressure just how she likes it.
“Goddess you’re gorgeous when you play with yourself!” I rasp.
“Get your mouth back on me.” She snaps. It surprises me but my grin spreads wider and I can’t help myself and say, “Good girl.”
She moans as I lick and suck at her pussy, her hand finds the back of my head, tangling her fingers through my hair as she pulls my mouth into her pussy.
I pry my fingers inside her. Her inner muscles squeeze tightly around my fingers, her orgasm so close.
I suck her clit and flick it with my tongue, my fingers curling in and touching her in the spot I know she loves.
Goddamn I would be a lucky woman if I could stay between her legs every day, or die like this. You won’t hear me complain.
Her hips thrash against me, she’s chasing her own orgasm. She is completely taken over by her own pleasure. My heart fills with pride for the beautiful woman before me.
“Come for me Queen, cover me with your pleasure.”
“Oh God, yes! Suck my clit.”
I obey a nd suck hard, her clit hard and swollen in my mouth. I feel her getting wetter as my fingers pump in and out of her.
“Yes, GODDAMN YES!” She thrashes heavily on the mattress as her pleasure covers me, soaking me.
I lap up every drop of her, never having enough of her.
I prolong her orgasm until she wriggles backwards on the mattress trying to get away from the sensation my mouth and fingers are still giving her.
Her orgasm pulls me over the edge as stars dance in front of me and I squirt on the floor between my knees, my hips bucking while I ride my own hand.
I get off of the floor and lie beside her, covering her stomach with my arm and resting my head on the other. Her eyes are closed and her chest is rising and falling quickly, trying to catch her breath.
Suddenly she turns to me on her side and curls into fetal position and a heartbreaking scream leaves her body.
She screams and cries and I pull her closer to me.
There is nothing I can do except let her feel this, give her the safety to feel everything she needs to feel.
I hold her and rock her until she falls asleep crying, worn out from all her emotions.