Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Zora
“There’s someone at the entrance for you,” Bailey said, reading from her phone with a frown.
We were in the staff room, hours into a long shift where I had odd jobs thrown at me to keep me busy.
Bailey and Noah were the sweetest. They knew I would be screwed without this job, so they were doing everything they could.
But it wouldn’t be able to last. “It’s about your sister? ”
My stomach dropped, and I paused in what I was doing. Sewing up a ripped maid costume that had been part of a werewolf fetish scene - the werewolf in question had shredded it all up the front but we were nothing if not resourceful. “What?”
“Gin says he’s beefy, cute and nervous?” Bailey looked at me, more questions on the tip of her tongue. “Ring any bells?”
Harry was here? What the hell was Harry doing here?
My face must have blanched, because Bailey was on her feet right away, about the shout for the guards we kept on hand in case any clients took a wrong turn.
They patrolled the halls, watched the cameras, ready to intervene.
Bailey didn’t fuck about with our safety.
“No, wait!” I said, interrupting her as she drew a breath in. “I know him. It’s fine. I’ll talk to him.”
She looked so damn skeptical as I got to my feet. “If anyone is harassing you…”
I shook my head. “It’s nothing like that, I promise. He’s uh… he’s family, I guess. No, that sounds creepy.” I scrunched up my face, then walked across the small room to check the rota. “Can you get Gin to send him to room three? I’ll meet him there.”
“Sure, honey.” Bailey looked dubious. “But only with full safety measures. We’ll be listening out.”
Room three was set up like a dungeon. There was no warmth, nothing plush, only a concrete square with hooks on the walls and ceilings and a shower in the corner.
It was most often used for some of the roughest of play, but tonight it was for this hellish confrontation.
The only one free for the next hour, fresh and cleaned of the werewolf scene before now.
I paced the room while I waited for Harry to pass through the safety check.
They’d remove anything sharp, make him sign a waiver, shit like that.
Gin was stoney, but she was damn good at helping to keep us safe.
But because he’d already been here, his information would be on file. It wouldn’t take long.
When there was a knock on the door, my heart stuttered. And when it opened and Harry walked in, it stopped altogether. Oh, this was not going to go the way I’d planned.
He was so fucking handsome it wasn’t fair.
I didn’t see my sister’s fiancé when I looked at him, didn’t see future brother-in-law and family member.
I still felt that possessiveness and had to fight against the urge to cross the room to him now, to pull him into my arms or fall into his. It was… intense. Wild.
“…Hey,” he said, hands in pockets, looking over the room to take it all in. His eyes landed on the fixtures in the ceiling, a metal chain hanging from one of them, cuffs at the end. “Where have you brought me?”
“Here to tie you up and beat you into submission.” I waved my arm around to present the space, unable to stop myself from trying to lighten the mood. It was fucking awkward. Or rather, it was awkward that it wasn’t. That already I was comfortable with him again.
“Kinky.”
I snorted. “Don’t make me laugh; this is a serious conversation!”
His twinkling eyes dulled, and he stepped closer. “I know, I know.” He looked at my stomach. “Is it...?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
“Shit.”
“Tell me about it.”
“No,” he said then, voice hardening. “Tell me about it. You said you were…”
“I got sick, okay?” I admitted before giving him a quick explanation of what stupidity had happened. He listened, rapt, and it hurt me a bit. In another life, this had the potential to be so perfect. Not the monumental fuck-up I was bringing this baby into.
“I did too,” he then said, surprise on his face. “Get sick, I mean. Me and Vic, both of us were holed up in bed for days after that… that night. Had no idea where it came from.”
I winced at the mention of my sister. This was so fucked up. One of us had passed the bug onto the other, then. Not the only bad thing we’d shared that night. Why was I so enamored with a cheater? Because I was. Looking at him now, all handsome and warm-featured.
Why was he stepping closer still? Why was his breath tickling my cheek, why were his hands grasping my wrists…
“Zora, look at me, please,” he implored, and when I wouldn’t, when I kept staring at his collar, he used his thumb to tip my face up, cupping my cheek after, stroking just under my eye, wiping away a tear I didn’t know had fallen.
“What are we going to do?” I whispered as the heat boiled up between us. Even now, in this moment of serious conversations and hard topics, my body hummed for him. I knew so little about him; it was so stupid, but the sensation only built.
His gaze flickered to my lips, then to my eyes again, asking for permission, like he was feeling the same as me. I nodded. I was headed straight to hell because I nodded.
“I think we’re going to ruin everything.” Then his lips were on mine, forceful but soft, like he was holding back, like he feared what might happen next.
But I didn’t want him to restrain himself. Despite how wrong this was, how far from okay it was to kiss my sister’s fiancé, I wanted more. So I stepped in closer and pressed my tongue between his lips, encouraging him to open for me. To cave in.
In here, the same place I was paid for sex, the same place we first met and hooked up, with none of the drama, the emotion that came with knowing we were screwing over my sister, I could forget this was a terrible thing to do.
I’d never professed to be a good person, and kissing Harry made me bad. Cruel.
It just felt so good. He felt so right. This was the place to forget everything outside of the room. The place to live in fantasy for just a little while longer.
Harry groaned as our passion built, stroking his tongue into my mouth, his fingers dragging through my scalp to hold me still while he devoured me.
“I want all of you,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against mine. “Need it.”
“Take it,” I begged, desperate for him to touch me. “Please.”
He walked me back toward the wall, pressing my spine against the cool concrete as he continued to consume me.
He was so tall, and pressed against him like this, I had to strain up, right onto my tiptoes, to reach his mouth.
Last time we’d been here, we’d been on our knees or backs the whole time, but now, with him looming over me, swallowing me up, he seemed so enormous.
I ran my hands up to his shoulders, purring at the firm muscles and soft skin encasing them.
I needed his t-shirt off. He laughed when I began tugging at the fabric, planting a kiss on my head before stepping away and yanking it over his head in one swoop.
So sexy, revealing his body to me with an almost sheepish flush of his cheeks.
“Let me see those fucking tits,” he said, dipping his head. “I need them.”
Nodding, I whipped my top off too, and reached behind my back to remove my bra. It was only a soft cotton one, no under-wire or structure — these babies were fucking sensitive lately, darker, more swollen. I winced when the cool air hit my nipples, and his eyes zeroed in on them.
“Are they sore?” he asked, stepping back into my space to cup them both, holding them with such gentleness, such reverence. It was a relief, having their weight lifted from my spine. They were heavier, too.
I shook my head. “They’re heavy,” I said. “Sensitive… not sore.”
“Fuck.” He gave me a gentle squeeze, making my eyes roll into my head. “When these are full of milk…”
“You gonna suck me dry?” I asked, with only a slight edge of teasing. “You going to nurse from me? Lick and suckle on my nipples until you’re satisfied?”
He growled and dove in, dropping my tits to scoop me up, wrapping my legs around his waist so we were the same height.
He kissed me hard, demanding. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he muttered between kisses.
“I will never be satisfied with you. It will never be enough. I will take every fucking thing I can from you, beautiful.”
I know it was play, just part of the game we were playing, but his words sounded so damn real. There was so much fire behind them as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs and our crotches pressed together, making me shudder.
His cock was hot and hard through both our pants, and I found myself writhing on the length, moaning when his tip brushed over my clit. We’d both come from dry-humping before, last time, and it was one of the hottest moments of my life.
But I needed all of him again.
Here, where we could lie.
“There’s still too much between us,” Harry complained. “And there’s no fucking bed.”
“This is the dungeon room,” I told him as he ran kisses up and down my neck, losing concentration. I cupped his head, stroking through the strands of his hair as he licked and sucked at my skin. “This is where we tie poor folk up and have our way with them… or the other way round.”
“Anyone ever had their way with you in here?” he asked, conversational, flicking his tongue out against my earlobe. “You ever fucked anyone? Whipped them? Made them your little boy?”
I groaned, my belly clenching. “Yes,” I said. “To all. I’ve… I’ve spent a lot of time in here.”
“Tell me the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.”
I think it was turning him on, the idea of my job, that I had sex for money, and not just regular sex, wild, whatever was requested fucking. His cock was just as hard, rutting into me with soft motions as he spoke and nipped at me.
“One guy… he wanted me to pretend to be his sister… he tied me up and— Ugh, that feels good…” I trailed off, too lost in what Harry was doing. He’d moved lower, lifted me higher, and begun kissing my sensitive tits. “Please…” I begged for something, not sure what. Just more. Less. Anything.
Harry grunted, his arms shaking a little as he muttered to himself and lowered me down, all the way down to sitting, sweeping my legs out from under me and settling me on my ass, back against the wall.
“I need to take good care of these.” He laid down, and I let him nestle in my arms, his head in the crook of my elbow, half his body in my lap so I was cradling him. His long torso and legs stretched out to my side, loose and relaxed.
He looked up at me and smiled, a wicked, deep thing that made my whole body tingle. Then he moved in, kissing my nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking softly like he was truly nursing.
I groaned, my head falling forward. It was so much more intense now, verging on painful, but not quite tipping over into hard to endure. The way his tongue lapped at me was so perfect, such delicious tingles fanning out from the very center of my tit.
There was a drawing sensation, a tugging, as he sucked, pulling all of my nipple into his mouth and some of the surrounding flesh too. He took from me deep, and I caved to the urge to touch him more.
As he nursed from me, I ran my spare hand over his body, across his pecs and down to his stomach.
It was soft, flat but not very toned, unlike his enormous muscled arms. It made him look like a teddy bear, sturdy but warm.
My hands skirted over the waistband of his jeans, closer to his cock.
It was hard to concentrate on anything but the pleasure he was drawing from my boobs, but I wanted more.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned into my flesh, his eyes falling shut as I stroked along the trail of hair leading down from his belly button.
“Take these off,” I whispered, tugging his waistband. “I want to see all of you.”
Quickly, pulling away for a scant second, he shucked off his jeans and underwear, throwing them away without looking and revealing his aching cock as he scrambled back into position. His cock pointed straight up, a bead of fluid waiting to be licked or played with.
“Such a pretty cock,” I cooed, then caught my breath in my throat when he re-latched onto my tit, like he was frantic, feral, could only be away from it for a second.
I smiled as he groaned, as he humped up into the air as I continued tickling along his pubes, around the root of his cock.
It was so desperate for touch, and I didn’t think he’d last long once I got my hands on him, based on the steady stream of pre-cum leaking out of his slit, so I planned to drag this whole thing out.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, baby.”
Wrapping my hand around his shaft was a beautiful sight. His entire body tensed, then relaxed, as I started to jack him off, running my palm up and down, squeezing and swiping at the pre-cum to make the glide smoother.
He cried out when I stopped, spat in my hand, and continued, keeping a steady pace as he continued to suck my tit. I loved watching him get lost like this, witnessing this giant of a man turn into something so needy.
My pussy pulsed with every pull of his mouth, but I could be patient. He was so stunning to watch, I never wanted this moment to end.
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” I told him. I would not make it so easy. From up here, it was harder to see the telltale signs he was getting closer. His breathing picked up, but I couldn’t see his balls drawing in.
Just when I thought he was going to go against my wishes and not tell me, he did. “Oh, fuck, I’m close.”
I moved fast, pinching the bottom of his shaft to stop it, making him cry out and whimper, hump the air and groan into my body. His mouth fell away from my nipple as his handsome face screwed up in the pain of it.
The moment passed, and he came back down with a little shudder. “That was diabolical,” he huffed, looking up at me with a teasing shock. I’d edged him so close to coming his entire body was coiled for it, but his eyes twinkled.
“You don’t get to come that easy,” I said with a grin, my head thumping back onto the wall. “I want this to last.”
“Oh baby,” he said, sitting up, turning to face me on his knees. “I can go for hours.”