Chapter 42 - HARPER-RAYN
HARPER-RAYN
My gaze sails around Knight’s home as Ace, Diesel, and Izzy leave for the night. It’s been one hell of a day, and as I try to wrap my head around it, I can’t help but notice how surreal this is.
Do I seriously live here with this intoxicatingly delicious man?
One minute I was scarfing down a tub of leftover Chinese food, the next, my whole world was changing before my very eyes.
Despite how much of a fight I put up, I can’t help but want this.
It feels so right. I won’t lie; I’m terrified of what will happen if and when he gets bored of me, though he doesn’t seem to think that’s ever going to happen.
If he wants to live in a delusional world, then who the hell am I to try and stop him?
I’m more than happy to live here, to be in his arms every day and be the woman he chooses to share his life with.
Fuck. I really have fallen in love with him.
As Knight locks up, I make my way down to his closet and start putting away the last of my clothes when I find my array of sexy lingerie. I can’t help but grab my favorite pieces and a pair of sleek black heels to match.
A stupid smile stretches across my face, and when I hear him making his way down the hall, I hurry out of the closet and into the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind me.
Giddiness pounds through my veins, and as I stand in front of the mirror, peeling off my clothes piece by piece, I’ve never felt so excited.
Sure, I’ve worn sexy lingerie for plenty of men, but it’s never felt like this.
I do my hair in a high pony, knowing how he loves to wrap my long jet black locks around his strong wrists, and after putting on just a touch of makeup for my man, I turn my attention to the lingerie.
It’s fucking stunning, and the few times I’ve worn the pieces, I’ve never felt so desired and beautiful.
I fix the sheer black bra into position, my gaze shifting over the delicate design on the fabric as I adjust the way my tits sit inside the cups, making sure they look as full and delicious as possible.
After all, if I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right.
Stepping into the matching thong, I pull the dainty material up my thighs before fixing it into place, pulling the sides up high over my hips, and adding just a little bit of shape.
Butterflies swirl deep in my stomach, and as I hear Knight moving around our room, probably finding places for the last of my things, I take the sheer garter belt and clip it around my waist.
“Well shit,” I murmur to myself, taking in the sheer material covering my skin. This morning, Knight told me that I’m his version of divinity, and while I know that’s an outrageous exaggeration, at this very moment, I can’t help but feel as though this might be the closest I’ll ever get.
Last but not least, I step into my heels, completing my outfit, and when I stand back, taking in the whole look, a stupid grin pulls across my face.
Damn. Knight is one hell of a lucky man.
“Doll, where do you want all this hair shit?” he calls out.
Showtime.
Turning off the light, I open the bathroom door and step out into the bedroom before leaning against the door frame and coming up with the most seductive pose I can possibly think of.
Knight strides out of the closet, his gaze immediately lifting to mine, and when he comes to a dead stop in the middle of his bedroom, a wave of pride flourishes through my chest.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Fuck me,” he breathes.
He starts toward me, and I shake my head. “Uh-uh. If you want this, you’re gonna have to get on your knees and beg.”
He grins, his gaze raking over every inch of my body and filling with the deepest need. His eyes return to mine as he simply stands across the room, and with every passing second, the tension in the room intensifies.
That fucker. He’s not about to get to his knees and beg. He’s going to make me work for it.
Knight shrugs out of his shirt, putting that delicious body on display, killing me with those strong abs, pecs, and tattoos, and when he reaches for his belt and slowly unbuckles it with one hand, my mouth starts to water.
God. I’m a sucker for this man.
His belt hangs open and my gaze lingers on his pelvis, knowing exactly what hides beneath. “Come,” he commands, his deep tone demanding complete submission.
I don’t move a muscle, not even to smirk at him. This is my game, not his.
His gaze narrows, his jaw clenching, and when he takes the end of his belt and rips it from the loops, my whole body trembles with need. He holds the belt in both hands, his muscles bulging as he remains controlled.
“Come to me now, Harper-Rayn.”
Yes, Daddy.
As if not having a single say in what my body does, I find myself pushing off the door frame and slowly gliding toward him, desperately needing to please, desperately needing his touch.
My chest heaves as I step right in front of him, my gaze locked on his as if anxiously awaiting the next set of instructions.
Knight watches me, just as captivated as I am, and when he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers down my body, starting at my ribs and ending at my hip, my skin prickles with goosebumps.
He hooks the belt around my body, gripping it hard on both sides, and hastily pulls me in so that I fall against his wide chest with both hands braced against his warm skin. He leans in as a gasp slips from between my lips.
“You want to please me, doll?”
I nod, and he loosens the belt from around my waist before suddenly cracking it against my ass, making me jump. I gasp again, my core throbbing, desperate for more, and damn it, I push back against the belt, hoping like hell he does it again.
“Knees.”
I suck in a breath and within seconds, I’m down on my knees with his belt looped under my ass, my fingers gripping the front of his pants. I hastily pop the button, and just as I grasp the zipper, he takes my chin, lifting my gaze to his.
“Spread your knees.”
I don’t hesitate, spreading them wide, and when he groans, fire erupts deep in my body.
“Look at you, my feisty little vixen. You’re starved for me.”
I nod and he runs his thumb across my lip before pushing it inside my mouth. I close my eyes, rolling my tongue over his thumb, and when I open my eyes again, his stare is full of fury and lust.
“Take me in your mouth, doll, right to the back of your throat,” he rumbles. The conviction in his deep tone demands my complete obedience. “You’re not going to stop until I say so. Do you understand me?”
Hunger pulses through my veins, and as I keep my stare on his, I pull the zipper down and reach in, freeing his massive cock.
My hand curls around his base, slowly trailing up and down his length.
I lean in, teasing him with my tongue as I roll it over his tip, watching the way his control falters, his muscles flinch, and his eyelids flutter.
“This morning you said I was your divinity,” I murmur, my lips gently brushing against his velvety skin, feeling his angry veins beneath as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “Now let me show you how much of a devil I can be.”
Knight groans and looks at me in awe, and it’s as though he can barely believe that I’m real, and damn it, I’ve never felt like such a woman. I don’t waste a single moment, opening my mouth and taking him deep, blowing his mind with my tongue.
I grip his base, moving my hand up and down with my movements, and as if on cue, he reaches around the back of my head and wraps my hair around his wrist. “Fuck, doll.”
Despite the overwhelming need to grin like the Cheshire cat, I maintain my composure, working him right to his tip before diving back in, my tongue teasing every inch of his impressive length.
His grip tightens in my hair, and he groans. “Mmm. Just like that.”
I take him deep, pushing myself as far as I can take him. Sucking, nipping, teasing. He’s delicious, and after gliding down his thick cock one more time, he detonates, coming hard and spurting hot pulses of cum into my mouth.
I swallow every drop, and when he releases his hold in my hair, I settle back on my heels, staring up at him with pride. He gazes back at me, his eyes shimmering with awe when he holds up his hand, using a pointer finger to indicate for me to rise.
I do so immediately, taking his hand and standing before positioning myself right in front of him. “Good girl,” he rumbles, his words making something spark deep in my chest. “Now, walk this ass over to the bed.”
I grin, stepping around him and slowly making my way over to the bed, making sure he gets the perfect view of my body. He watches me walk away, his dark eyes locked on my ass, and I grin to myself, having a good idea how this is going to go.
He scoops the abandoned belt off the ground, and a thrill rumbles through my chest as he makes his way toward me.
It looks like someone has something special in store for me tonight, but he’s kidding himself if he thinks I’m about to submit to him again. Then as he steps in behind me, his fingers brushing over my waist, a soft laugh bubbles from my throat.
“Dare I ask what’s so funny?” he questions.
“Oh nothing,” I say, feigning innocence. “I just think it’s cute that you think you’re simply going to crack that belt of yours across my ass again, tie me up, and have your wicked way with me.”
“Oh,” he murmurs. “I’m not?”
I shake my head, loving the way his lips drop to my shoulder and work up to the curve of my neck, making everything clench inside me.
“No. I played the role of your doting little whore. I dropped to my knees without question and gave you exactly what you asked for. I played your little game, and now it’s your turn. ”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. You know how strongly I feel about repaying favors,” I say, remembering the exact moment I stepped right up on his bed, walked over to him, and demanded he eat my pussy until my knees were shaking. Tonight will be no different.