21. Dawson
Dawson
I haven’t heard from my dad or Malik since we left for North Woods, and for that I’m thankful.
It’s officially past the time for Harper’s appointment, but it’s not like I can go back safely without the fear of her being discovered as no longer a virgin.
Basically, I just bought Harper and me a few more days.
I still have to figure out a way to convince Malik to give up on this. Or convince my father that this deal doesn’t need to happen. Though if everything Xander said is true, I don’t know if there’s a way to back out.
“Are you guys sure you can’t stay longer?” Ella asks as she and Xander walk us to the car. She’s refusing to let go of Harper’s hand as she holds her close, giving her one final hug as Ian loads our bags into the trunk of the car.
“Duty calls,” I reluctantly say as I give Ella a hug goodbye. Xander stands beside her and shakes my hand.
Harper and Ella walk around to the other side of the car and make plans to talk on the phone every now and then. I’m happy for Harper to have a friend now. I don’t think she had many of them before.
“Remember what I told you,” Xander says as he holds my hand firm in his. “You never told me why you were asking about Malik, but don’t be a fool. Be careful with that one. If you need any help, you know how to reach me.”
“Thank you. For everything,” I say as I pull my hand away from his. Harper gets in the car, and both of us wave to our gracious hosts one last time before Ian peels out of the driveway and drives us back to the airport.
Harper focuses on the compound as we drive by, still not fully understanding what this place is. If only she knew the line of business Xander was working in, she might have been a lot less comfortable there.
I half expect her to ask me dozens of questions again now that we’re free, but she doesn’t. She keeps her eyes glued to the window and almost refuses to look at me. I watch her, and she pays me no attention.
When we board the plane, it’s the same thing. There’s no banter or conversation at all. We don’t even discuss work.
“What’s on the books when we get back?” I ask, hoping to start some communication between us just to feel out what’s going on.
“I don’t know, Dawson.” She peels her head away from the window and glares at me.
“You left work in a hurry without rescheduling any of your meetings, and I’ve sent you emails, asking when to reschedule things, and you haven’t responded.
I have no idea what we’re going to be doing when we get back. ”
She slumps back in her seat with her arms folded across her chest, clearly upset and stressed about something. I know she doesn’t actually care about work. She’s only doing this because she has to, and she wouldn’t be this upset about canceled meetings. There’s something else she’s not telling me.
“Care to tell me what’s going on?” I say, the annoyance at her demeanor is very clear in my voice.
She stares at me for a moment and barks out a laugh as she shakes her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Maybe you can share some stuff with me, and I’ll tell you what’s wrong.”
I cock an eyebrow at her and shake my head. “You know as well as I do that’s not how this works. You’re my employee, I don’t have to tell you anything. You, on the other hand, are being out of line right now.”
She rolls her eyes and looks toward the window again, clearly not willing to tell me what’s bothering her. I watch her for a few moments, trying to figure out how to get this information out of her.
Threatening her pay is not going to do any good because she’s already being paid so little. The pay is purely performative, too. All of her bills are paid, and she eats at my house for free. If I threaten to fire her, she’ll be relieved.
The only way I’ve ever been able to get her to do what I want has been through tormenting her. I think back to all the times I’ve coerced her to say things to me while my hand has been between her legs, and an idea strikes me.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and approach her, settling myself on my knees in front of her. She looks away from the window with wide eyes, immediately shaking her head. She presses her knees firmly together while I rest my hands on them and pry them apart.
“Dawson! What the hell are you doing?” She nervously looks around for any crew members and sees that none of them are nearby. I don’t pay that much attention. Private jet crews see all kinds of things, and this is barely even scandalous in their eyes.
I reach a hand up to press it against her already damp center.
“Harper... You act like you don’t want this, but you’re already so turned on,” I whisper as I reach for the waist of her skirt and pull it down. She still looks nervous as she scans the cabin to make sure we’re alone.
“Someone could walk in,” Harper says as she pushes my hands away from her.
Whenever she moves them, I bring them right back to her thighs and let them feel every part of her body.
She can’t keep me away from her. “Do you know how wrong this is? You’re my boss.
You’re my stepbrother. People are going to talk. ”
“Let them,” I say as I bring my mouth to her panties and flick my tongue over her sensitive clit.
She gasps, and all the fight she had in her seems to disappear at once.
I watch with satisfaction as she sinks back in the seat, and her legs instinctively part for me.
“If they’re going to walk in, I want to give them a show. I want them to know that you’re mine.”
Harper just shakes her head and bites her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, so she doesn’t have to contend with the fact that this is so public. This is just one of the many benefits of flying private.
I tease her a little outside her panties, watching as she starts breathing heavily and letting the pleasure take a hold. Her logical thinking seems to disappear, as expected, and I know that soon enough she’s going to melt like butter in my hands.
“How about you tell me what’s going on now?” I say as I pull my mouth from her pussy and kiss her thighs gently. She looks down at me and shakes her head.
She has no idea what she’s about to get herself into. I reach up, and I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them off, dropping them casually on the cabin floor.
My tongue slides through her folds before landing on her clit and swirling around it.
She tries to stay quiet as she moans, clasping a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound.
I reach up and grab both of her hands, holding them against the armrest of the chair so she can’t.
She tries to pull them away, but she’s not strong enough and eventually she gives in.
“Oh my god,” she moans out, trying to keep herself quiet but failing. I move one of her hands so I’m holding both of hers down with my left and slowly inch my finger toward her entrance.
Her legs open wider, and I slide it inside, feeling how she grips me tight as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. I keep going, letting her think I’m going to bring her this pleasure she so desperately wants right now.
As I feel her on the verge, I pull my hand away and move my mouth back, sitting up to look at her.
“No!” Harper says, lifting her hips to try to encourage me to get back to work.
“Not until I have an answer from you,” I say, waiting for her to elaborate on whatever has her in a sour mood. “You’re hiding something.”
She just shakes her head and wrinkles her eyebrows, determined not to open her mouth.
It only makes my curiosity grow. It’s frustrating that she won’t tell me, too.
Everything in her life right now is up in the air, and if I can’t trust her, how am I supposed to fight for her? I need her to tell me what’s going on.
I bring my mouth back to her, and she lets out a sigh of relief as my tongue starts pleasuring her again.
This time, I slide two fingers inside her, and she can’t control the desperate moans as she gets closer and closer.
When I pull away, she lets out a whimper that excites me more than all of this.
“I can end this for you right now if you just tell me,” I say, staring up at her with an unmoving expression while she writhes from the discomfort of being left on the edge.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Suit yourself. We’ve got an hour before we land, so I hope you’re ready,” I say before letting my mouth crash into her again.
This time, I can feel the desperation in her body as she tries to grind her hips against my face, forcing an orgasm that I’m not going to let her have.
I let go of her hands and hold her against the seat, not letting her move.
She’s completely at my mercy, and this loss of control is driving her wild.
My cock is aching and desperate to fill her up again, and I’m prepared to take this to another level if she doesn’t speak up.
When I pull away from her for the fourth time, I see the resignation in her eyes. I don’t even have to open my mouth before she’s ready to give in.
“Malik called me!” she shouts, looking at me with a mixture of emotions I struggle to read through the lust. “He told me that I missed some kind of an appointment, but I didn’t know what he meant. Then he invited me to dinner, and I turned him down.”
Malik called her, and she didn’t tell me. This feels like a betrayal, and my blood is boiling.
Who the hell does Malik think he is calling her? He knows that she doesn’t know about this deal, so why would he get involved like this?
Harper is mine, and there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s mine, and I’m going to claim her right now. Malik is never going to be able to have her the way that he wants her. I’ve made damn sure of that.
“Dawson,” Harper whispers, sitting up and watching me closely. She doesn’t know what I’m thinking, but she can see the darkness in my eyes.
I stand up and unbuckle my pants, dropping them to my ankles. “He asked you to dinner?”
“I said no,” Harper meekly replies.
“Good girl,” I say as I kneel down and lift her hips toward me.
I don’t spare a moment shoving the length of my cock inside her.
She gasps and sinks into the leather seat as I pump myself in and out of her, hard and fast. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, and I push myself as deep as I can go.
“You’re all mine. Nobody else will ever get to fuck you like this.
Nobody else gets to claim you like I do. ”
She tries to respond, but all she does is whimper as her body is completely taken. I slam myself into her as hard as I can, letting my frustration take a hold of all of my movements. After a minute, I lift her up from the chair and force her to the ground on her stomach.
I arch her back just enough to get perfect access to her pussy, and I slam my cock into her again. I don’t hold back. All I can think about is how some old fuck thinks he’s going to be the one to do this to her, and how I am defiling her in every way possible.
“Oh my god, yes!” Harper cries out through shaky breaths as I pound myself into her, feeling how her pussy clenches around me.
She drinks all of me in, and it only takes a few moments before I’m coming inside her.
I grip her ass cheeks as I do and squeeze them tight, watching how they turn red under my grasp.
When both of us are finished, she lies on the ground for a few moments, trying to collect herself before she eventually sits up. I watch her get dressed with a satisfied smile, knowing this is what I was supposed to protect her from. If only Malik knew he trusted the wrong person with her.
Claiming Harper is easy. She knows that she’s mine. The hard part is going to be convincing Malik of that. Turning him down may very well be impossible.
But I have to try. I just have to come up with some kind of plan to get Harper from him safely without costing me my life. But all I can think about is what Xander told me.
I know that this is going to end with one of us dead.