CHAPTER SIX
POV: Roman
Harper waits by the open door of the car like she’s already been told what her body is for.
I step in after her and close the door behind me. I have instructed my driver to take the longer route to the penthouse.
The backseat is wide, leather tight under us. The windows are blacked out, and the partition is up. We’re alone, but that doesn’t make her safe.
I turn to her.
“Move your legs apart.”
She glances at me, quick and uncertain, but obeys.
The hem of her skirt creeps up her thighs and she doesn’t fix it.
The limo begins to move and I lean toward her, close enough to make her breath catch. Her pulse is already visible at her throat as I run my hand up her hip.
“You’re going to sit still while I touch you. If you move, you’ll pay for it later.”
Her mouth twitches, but she nods.
I take my hand to her knee. I don’t drag it nor do I rush. I press until her thighs part a little more, then I slide my fingers up, slow and deliberate, under the edge of her skirt.
When I reach her panties, she tenses.
I hook one finger under the lace and shift it aside.
She’s already wet.
I run my fingers across the soft crest of her mound, teasing her with a gentle caress over her swollen clit and watch as her face flushes then turns into a nervy frown as she struggles to hide her lust.
I feel her quiver beneath my fingers as I reach her sopping cunt. Finally, I push two fingers inside her, enjoying the way her body tightens around them. She doesn’t gasp or squirm. She clenches the seat with both hands and stares forward, breathing through her nose.
She’s holding on.
“You’re being a very good girl,” I murmur.
I curl my fingers once, just to make her shake. Her thighs twitch, but she doesn’t move. I feel her wanting to, like a current running under the surface, but she fights it.
I move closer, let my mouth hover just above her ear.
“You like when I make you behave?”
There’s a pause. Then her answer comes soft, shaky.
“I like it.”
“Say the rest.”
She swallows hard.
“I like when you make me behave.”
I press in deeper, slow but relentless. Her legs open a little more without my asking. Her body’s already mine.
“Lie back on the seat.”
I pull my hand away and meet her gaze with a stormy look, a trail of wetness glistening on my fingers from her now aching cunt.
She settles back immediately, trying to look relaxed but ultimately failing at hiding her subtle trembling.
“Pull your knees up and spread those sexy legs for me.”
Her newly bare pussy comes into full view as she obeys, her juices shimmering in the dim light from the city outside. I take a moment to drink her in, loving the sight of her so utterly submissive and bound to my every word.
I leave her that way, twitching and exposed. I don’t speak again until the car rolls to a stop outside the building.
“Fix your skirt. Don’t speak until I tell you.”
She nods.
I get out first, and she follows.
She quietly walks a step behind me in the lobby. No one looks at us. They wouldn’t dare.
Once the elevator doors close, I speak again.
“You were dripping all over the seat.”
She presses her thighs together.
“I didn’t move,” she says, almost too fast.
“No,” I reply. “You didn’t. Which is exactly why you’re going to scream for me tonight.”
The doors open to the penthouse. I unlock the suite and push her against the nearest wall.
She gasps as I grab her chin with one hand, firm but measured.
“I want your mouth open. And I want it quiet unless I ask you something.”
She nods. Her chest rises fast, too fast. She’s already short of breath, and I haven’t even stripped her yet.
I don’t undress her slowly. I don’t whisper.
I take hold of her blouse, pull it open with one hard motion, and buttons scatter all over the floor. Her bra comes off next—strap snapped, tossed to the ground.
Her skirt follows, then the panties she ruined in my car.
I shove her back onto the couch.
“Hands and knees.”
She scrambles to obey.
Her back arches perfectly.
I step behind her and pull her hips toward the edge of the cushions. I don’t tease her nor ease in.
She’s ready, truly she earned this.
I push the full length of my cock inside all at once.
She chokes on a breath and her knuckles go white, gripping the couch cushion. Her thighs tremble, but she stays in place.
“Don’t run from it,” I growl. “Take it.”
I thrust again. Harder.
Her moan breaks open and echoes in the room.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back.
“This is what good girls get when they obey.”
She tries to nod as she can’t speak.
I slap her ass once—sharp and clean—and drive back into her.
Her scream comes raw. It’s not pain but relief.
Her body is soaked as she clenches around me with every stroke. I don’t hold back. I fuck her until she forgets how to brace for the next thrust.
Then I reach around and press two fingers to her clit.
She jerks.
“Roman—”
I press harder.
“Don’t say my name unless you’re begging.”
“I—please—please let me come—”
I don’t slow down. I grip her tighter, fuck her harder, and hiss between my teeth.
“You want it that bad?”
“Yes—yes—”
“You’ll take all of it.”
She does.
She comes screaming, thighs shaking, body shaking, her mouth open wide and desperate. Her whole body collapses under it as I fuck her through every pulse.
Only when she’s limp in my hands do I pull out.
She sinks to the carpet with her cheeks flushed and body wrecked.
I sit on the couch and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t speak and I don’t ask her to. Her skin is damp against my chest, her breath still uneven.
I hold her until it evens out.