5. Taylor
Chapter 5
Taylor
‘Coming!’ I call out, wiping the sweat off my brow as me and Mikey finish off moving some heavy sandbags over to the temporary storeroom on site. ‘Just give us a few more minutes.’
‘Okay!’ Xander calls back, putting his thumb up in the air and walking out of sight.
The sun is beating down on me and I can feel the hot sweat running down my back. My arms are a little achy too, but fortunately for me I’ve got my big, iced coffee that one of the other members of the crew just dropped off.
‘Drink time,’ I say, sucking up the cold coffee. ‘Whoops, I think I drank too much!’
Mikey and me giggle as it becomes clear that both of us have consumed our caffeine injection a little bit too quickly.
We may be big and strong, but our ability to handle coffee is every bit as limited as any other Little.
‘My Daddy says I need to be careful with coffee,’ Mikey laughs. ‘If he sees that I’m going to crazy on it, he puts me in a timeout!’
‘Really?’ I say, part in surprise but also part in wonder too. ‘That sounds… actually kinda fun.’
‘It’s not fun when you’re in timeout though,’ Mikey replies. ‘And if I don’t come back with a calmer attitude, I sometimes get spanked. Now that can be a lot of fun!’
I giggle and know exactly what Mikey means, or at least I think I do.
I’ve been spanked before, but it wasn’t like it was with a full time Daddy or anything. It was a one off instance in a club when I was out of town for a week with work a year or so ago.
In fact, my one and only spanking experience might have been fun, but I remember not knowing how to process my feelings about it afterward for a long time.
I wasn’t living life as a Little then, and in truth I was probably too uptight during the spanking to really enjoy it the way I could have done.
I’m determined that the next time I feel a Daddy’s hand on my bottom, it’s really going to count for something. I want the full experience…
I want to be close to using my safeword.
I want to be holding on for dear life as my Daddy lets rip with spank after spank on my red hot ass.
And most of all, I want to be able to fall into his arms afterward and feel his genuine love and care for me as he cools my butt down and checks in with me to make sure that I’m all right.
Sigh .
It’ll happen one day… I hope.
‘Hey, earth to Taylor?’ Mikey says, gently nudging me in the ribs. ‘I think Xander might be wondering where you are?’
‘Ooops!’ I giggle, breaking out of my thoughts and hearing the sound of Xander calling for me again. ‘I should run. The last thing I want is a warning during my first week!’
‘Ha!’ Mikey laughs. ‘You’re good. Xander’s been impressed with you. We all have to be honest. He probably just wants to talk to you about your hours for next week or something. I think Xander’s asking all of the guys about potentially doing some overtime or something. That’s what I heard anyway.’
‘Overtime? Sign me up right now!’ I smile, the thought of earning some extra bucks sounding very much like something I’d be interested in. ‘Okay, catch you later.’
‘Yup, in a bit!’ Mikey replies, finishing off his iced coffee and walking back toward the other members of the crew as they set about getting some new scaffolding up.
With my mind full of thoughts of extra money, overtime, and hopefully some fun times ahead, I make my way up to see Xander.
But if I think that this is going to be as simple as one-two-three, then I might just have another thing coming…
* * *
The sun might be hot, and my back might be covered in sweat, but something tells me that things are about to get a whole heap hotter.
As I step into the makeshift drinks and rest gazebo, I not only see Xander waiting to talk to me, but I also clap my eyes on Harrison Harlow too…
‘Oh, sorry, I’ll come back,’ I say, thinking that I’m interrupting something.
Harrison is as immaculately dressed as he was last time. Wearing a well fitted navy t-shirt tucked into some light linen trousers, Harrison looks like a million dollars.
It might just be me, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a well-dressed property developer.
But it’s not just his clothes that make Harrison stand out.
Harrison’s perfectly maintained hair and face look just as on point as they did last time I saw him. There’s a glint in Harrison’s eyes too, one that excites and scares me in equal measure.
‘No, you stay,’ Xander says, a smile on his face. ‘Mr. Harlow wanted to discuss something with you. If you need anything, I’ll be helping out the guys.’
‘W-w-w-wait, what?’ I say, helplessly searching for words as Xander walks out of the gazebo.
But before I can get Xander’s attention, he’s long gone.
And now it’s just me and Harrison Harlow.
I honestly have no idea what’s going on, but all I do know is that I’m suddenly not feeling so big and tough. Despite my height and physique, I feel all small and nervous around what is clearly a man who is used to being the dominant presence.
‘I, um, what can I help-’
‘Quiet,’ Harrison says, walking toward the drinks table and picking up a bottle of chilled water from the cool box. ‘Here, you look all hot and bothered. Drink some of this.’
‘Thank you, Mr. Harlow,’ I say, surprising myself at just how submissive I sound.
‘Please, call me Harrison,’ Harrison replies, a kind smile on his face. ‘I think we should take a seat and talk.’
Once more, I find myself unquestioningly going along with what Harrison says. Not one single iota of doubt is in my mind as I take a seat next to Harrison and watch on as he unscrews the cap on the water bottle and hands it to me.
‘Take a small sip first, then a second one,’ Harrison says, his voice firm but with the kind of care that makes me want to trust him. ‘The best way to beat a sweat is to pace yourself.’
‘Right, I remember my teacher telling me that at school once,’ I reply, before taking a small sip as instructed.
‘And did you listen to him?’ Harrison says, arching his eyebrow.
‘N-n-no, I didn’t,’ I say, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
I can’t quite wrap my head around what’s going on here. It’s like I’ve immediately fallen under Harrison’s spell. He’s not my Daddy, we barely know one another, and yet here I am following his every word.
I think it’s time I pumped the breaks for a moment and throw him some sass. After all, he may be the bigtime businessman, but I want Harrison Harlow to know that he can’t have it all his own way with me – not yet anyway.
‘But I don’t just listen to anyone,’ I continue. ‘My teacher was a bit of a jerk to be honest. Just another smarty pants who thought he was better than everyone!’
I can feel my heart beating hard in my chest.
Harrison doesn’t seem to be taking the bait, and it’s frustrating. I think he might be testing me out too, seeing how far I’ll push things.
Well, if that’s what Harrison wants, then that’s what he’ll get…
‘In fact,’ I say, a smug look on my face. ‘I don’t listen to anyone ! I’m the biggest and I’m the toughest. Everyone knows it. And no one will dare to challenge me. So… there you have it! ’
I can feel the sweat gathering in my hairline now too.
It might be cooler in the gazebo than outside under the morning sun, but I’m doing a pretty decent job of turning the temperature up all by myself right now.
And the fact that Harrison is simply fixing a hard stare on me is just making matters worse. Or better. I don’t know whether it’s good or bad, but Harrison’s piercing stare is definitely doing a lot .
I can feel my cock hardening and pushing up against my briefs and trousers. I don’t dare look down in case it draws Harrison’s attention to whatever tent is on display.
‘Yeah… and… I can stay up as late as I want!’ I blurt out, immediately regretting making such a bratty display.
‘Okay, we’re done here,’ Harrison says, standing up from the chair and clenching his jaw.
‘W-w-what?’ I say, my mind racing with possibilities.
Is Harrison going to make a complaint about me to Xander?
Have I screwed everything up with the Blue Collar Boys already?
Right now, I’m regretting my silly outburst more than anything else I’ve done my whole life – and that’s saying something, that’s for sure.
But just as I feel my head dropping and my heart sinking, I look up and see that Harrison is waiting at the entrance to the gazebo.
‘I said we’re done here ,’ Harrison says, a slightly menacing smile on his face. ‘But that doesn’t mean we’re done for the day. Far from it, boy. Now on your feet and come with me.’
My heart skips a beat.
In fact, my heart feels like it’s skipping, jumping, and somersaulting many times over.
And yet, I know with every inch of my body and mind that right now all I want to do is follow Harrison’s commands to the letter.
Whatever Harrison has planned for me next I know that from this point onward I need to be on my best behavior – and even then it might be too late to stop what I’m pretty sure is about to come my way…