Chapter twenty-seven
The Level, Canary Wharf
Harrison
Life has been relatively quiet in recent weeks.
The Christmas lights are blinking throughout the city, and everyone is full of festive cheer.
The drug ring seems to have gone quiet—little movement is being reported by Hunter’s men, and no further deaths linked to them have been conveyed.
The lack of information makes me uneasy.
Violet’s stomach grows from day to day. Every time I see her, she is slightly rounder.
She looks stunning wandering around in her fitted tops and leggings, her bump proudly on show.
Mrs. D. keeps her busy baking and chatting throughout the day.
They have become firm friends; she’s the mother Violet doesn’t have to help her at this crucial time in her life.
As Mrs. D. undertakes her duties in our various apartments, Violet follows her around doing small tasks.
Her evenings are spent with me. She is always there when I get home, either cooking or sitting on the bar stool as my housekeeper does.
We eat then retire to the couch; she lies in my arms until it’s time for bed, then I escort her downstairs.
It feels like we are living our teenage love story, doing all the things we should have been able to do.
Our relationship hadn’t moved beyond a kiss until last night, until we couldn’t resist any longer.
***
We had been sitting at the dining table eating the remnants of a strawberry cheesecake Violet had made.
Cream had trickled from the corner of her mouth as she missed it with her spoon.
On impulse, I’d lifted my hand and wiped it from her skin with my thumb, then popped in it my mouth.
“Delicious,” I said, and her eyes fired as she looked at me. “Best-tasting dessert I’ve ever eaten.”
She laughed, and her firm breasts rose then fell beneath her soft cotton t-shirt. My dick hardened instantly as I watched her.
“I’m not a patisserie chef,” she chided.
“I wasn’t talking about the cheesecake.”
She bit her lip, and I was a goner. Having her sitting in my home opposite me, teeth denting pale pink flesh with her nipples poking through the soft material of her clothes, was too much.
I needed to touch her, hold her, and have her surrounding me.
She knew—her breathing hitched then deepened. I stood and held my hand out.
“What are you suggesting, Mr. Waite?” she asked, a cheeky smile playing on her lips.
Her hand came to mine, and she rose to meet me.
Those beautiful eyes that speak directly to my cock ran over my face.
She stepped forward and placed her free hand over my heart.
“That’s quite a heartbeat you have there. Has something got you excited?”
“Every damn day. Watching you wander around here. Coming home and finding you waiting for me. You sitting next to me while I do the things I used to do alone.”
She went up on her tiptoes, I lowered a little, and we kissed—softly, gently, tenderly.
“Can I take you to bed? I want to give you pleasure the way you have me, by being here. We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do. But I want to be with you, sleep with you. If you’ll allow it.”
“I’ll need to ask my supervisor,” she replied, her mouth quipping again. “Mrs. D. will storm up here and demand you return me if I overstay my curfew.”
“She’s implemented a curfew?” I teased. She let go of my hand, that palm coming to rest on my chest beside the other. My arousal heightened as we stood there, looking at each other. I moved my hands to her hips, her palms moving up and down with my chest as my excitement surfaced.
“Yes, she was concerned about me spending every evening with a certain man. Told me he was a morally gray individual with questionable tastes.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “She didn’t want me to get into a predicament I can’t get out of. She even offered me some pepper spray.”
“Pepper spray.” I snorted. “So, tell me about this morally gray character you’ve spent all your evenings with.”
“Well…” She paused, her mind whirling before my eyes. She’s such a fucking cock tease—that hasn’t changed in the past fourteen years. “He is a family friend. A little older than me. Quite good looking.”
“Quite good-looking?” I growled, then leaned in and nipped her neck with my teeth.
“Extremely hot,” she corrected. “He only has to look at me and I melt. One touch is enough for me to do anything he wants. One kiss and I’m gone, I’m his. He has complete control of me, body and mind.”
“He sounds like a powerful man.” She dropped her gaze away; it settled on my crotch. My dick was hard against my jeans, my current desires bold and obvious.
“When it comes to my heart, he is,” she whispered, still looking downward.
Her hand moved over the bulge; she drummed her fingers over the smooth material.
“I’m not sure how I feel about going the whole way, now I’m so big,” she said, her cheeks flush embarrassed.
I placed a finger under her chin to raise her eyes back to mine.
“Whatever you let me do, however I can enjoy you, will be enough for me. I want to give you pleasure. I want to watch you come over my fingers as I find your buttons.”
“Find my buttons?” she replied with a smirk. “I’m not a remote control.”
“No, you’re a woman with needs and specific preferences. When I take you to bed, I want to know which spots give you the best rewards, and in return, you can find mine.”
She giggled. I picked up my phone from the table beside me, and she frowned.
“I'm messaging the supervisor for permission for you to stay.”
After discarding the handset on the surface again, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.
We arrived at the already open door, silk sheets spread on the bed with perfect precision.
The only light came through the window from the city outside.
It wasn’t bright—our building is so tall that nothing looks onto us.
The room almost had a romantic feel without trying.
I noticed a candle that wasn’t there before sitting on my bedside table, a lighter strategically placed beside it. Mrs. D. thinks of everything.
I encouraged Violet inside with me, closing the door behind us. She was makeup free in her leggings and my t-shirt, with bare feet. “You look incredible in here,” I told her. “This is exactly where you’re meant to be, sharing my space, my life.”
“I’m glad you’ve realized that,” she said.
“You being for me wasn’t a doubt I had. You wanting me was. Me being good enough for you more so.”
She took both my hands and wrapped them around her waist.
Our lips locked. She tasted of cheesecake and sexual promise, two decadent flavors intermingled to create perfection.
My fingers moved to the hem of the t-shirt.
I lifted it slowly, wanting to give her time to refuse.
She didn’t, raising her arms willingly as I pulled it over her head.
She was braless beneath. I suspected as much, but it was exhilarating to have it confirmed.
Lowering myself, I kissed her collarbone, then trailed my tongue down her chest ‘til I arrived at a pert pink nipple.
It was already elongated, aroused. I took the bud in my mouth, sucking deeply, and she moaned softly above me.
Her round breasts sat perfectly above her swollen stomach.
She was every inch a woman—feminine, raw, and stunning.
My lips moved to the other nipple. Her fingers played with my hair.
I bit down gently; she gasped, and her fingers flexed on my scalp.
I released her from my mouth then maneuvered her toward the bed, encouraging her down onto it.
She lay back, her tits free but pussy still covered with a simple strip of black Lycra.
“I want to see all of you,” I whispered, pulling the leggings from her body.
Beneath her bump was a lace G-string. “This is pretty,” I said, running one finger beneath the waistband.
“But I’d rather see you bare.” I slipped it off so she was naked, lying on my bed.
Where she should be. “Bend your knees,” I instructed, then stood.
Looking down at her, lying open and exposed, my need for her peaked.
She blinked up with wide eyes, watching intently as I undressed before her, leaving on my boxers.
My dick strained against the material, desperate to be free, but there was no guarantee we would get to that this evening, whether inside her pussy or wrapped in her hand.
She was fully aware of how I felt. If she wanted to give me pleasure, she would instigate it. Hell, I hoped she would.
Lying back down beside her, I propped myself up on one elbow before taking her mouth with mine. My hand moved down over her stomach, hesitating between her legs. I placed my palm over her, holding the most intimate part of her as I explored her mouth with my tongue.
“You will feel me in every part of you,” I told her.
“Tonight, I’m going to take my time and enjoy each inch of you. Lay claim to all of you. No place on your body will be missed. When we finish, I want you to have no doubt who you belong to, which man is yours, and who will be there for you for every day we wake together.”
***
Violet
Last night, Harrison showed me I was his. He made love to me with a gentle but dominant tone. Every touch, kiss, and suck was placed on my body as another sign of his ownership.
He respected me not being comfortable with full intercourse.
Though I wanted to, my child moving inside unsettled me about full penetration.
Instead, he used his fingers and mouth to bring me to orgasm.
Once he had finished kissing me, his lips moved south over my skin to between my legs.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide and crouching down between them.
His tongue started at my ankle, gliding over my skin painfully slowly until he reached my pussy, then he repeated the process on the other leg.
By the time he touched my clit with his tongue, I was wet and ready for him to enjoy me.
He flicked my sweet spot, increasing the sensation between my legs until I reached for his hair to encourage him to move lower—to eat me, enjoy my flavor.
“Patience,” he scolded, batting my hand away.
“I want you to be gagging for my tongue inside you. I want to concentrate on this perfect button first.”
His finger pressed my clit, and I bucked beneath him as my body buzzed.
“I wonder if I could make you come, just by playing with this using my tongue.”
My mouth was dry, my legs open, and my nipples hard. The vibrations running through my body were intense. “I’m not far away,” I whispered, breathless. “Please, Harry, touch me inside. I want to feel your fingers in me.”
“Next time, perhaps,” he replied darkly.
“But now, I’m going to return to playing with my first button, and when you come, I’m going to watch your juices flow free. I love having a front-row seat.”
He returned to his task, and the sensation of orgasm increased at an alarming rate.
Then I felt it, the release, as I let go and my body shuddered violently.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, then buried himself between my legs to taste the rawest part of me.
His statement was simple and light, but it meant the world. Now I was his, and I always would be.
He took me to my peak three times throughout the night, either with his mouth or his hands.
He never suggested anything more, and I appreciated that—it made me love him more.
It made me realize that a man can be dominant but gentle.
In charge but listen. Respect your boundaries, satisfy you, and gratify himself.
Then I’d wanted to pleasure him, show him what he meant to me.
He had moved to stand, and I followed him, dropping to my knees and sliding his boxers down his legs.
His cock hung at my eye level, hard and angry.
Desperate for attention, desperate to be sunk within me.
I offered him what I could. I took him in my mouth, wrapping my hands around his taut ass and encouraging him deeper.
“Fuck my mouth,” I told him. He moved gently at first, wrapping my hair around his fingers and holding me to him as his speed increased.
I dug my nails into his skin, encouraging him to take what he wanted.
“Use me,” I said fiercely. He thrust forward.
His cock hit the back of my throat as he rode my mouth, his control slipping with each stroke.
The sounds coming from his lips, the deep growl of a man on the edge.
His strong hands held me steady as he chased his release, jerking forcefully as he emptied himself.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste of his seed, maintaining my holding on what was now mine.
Relishing the fact I made him feel this way.
He withdrew, and I licked him clean. His hands took mine, pulling me upward.
“I love you, Violet,” he said, kissing my forehead.
He guided me to the bed, laid me down, and wrapped himself around me.
It was the most peaceful night’s sleep I had ever had, encompassed by the man I never thought I would regain.
In the morning, I woke up and he was still there, encasing me, but awake.
He never ran, and neither did I. We lay together, unspeaking, knowing that this morning was the first of thousands.