EMBER #3
“The time away wasn’t for me, Ember,” he says as he walks forward, and I match his steps. “It was for you, it's always for you.”
I stand here, still. Barely breathing as I take in his words.
“I already know that I’m in. Nothing will ever change that.
But it was only fair that I let you come to your own realization,” he says as he looks down on me.
“And based on the fact that you told Ghost Fuck to get lost, even after you were basically tearing my clothes off with your eyes in the kitchen, and you didn’t know it was me, is confirmation enough to assume you have come to that realization. ”
Despite sobering up quite a bit when I realized it was Harley, I still feel the buzz in my system.
I do love him, and I do want to be with him, but I had a right to be mad.
I think he genuinely was trying to protect me. Maybe I should give him attitude for a little brat treatment.
I stand, crossing my arms together in front of my chest, and pop my hip to the side. I raise my right eyebrow and purse my lips. I hope the brat is oozing off of me.
“Also, you and Ensley should definitely stay in your current professions, because being sneaky is not the profession for you.” He stands in front of me with a smug look written across his face.
Fucking fuck.
Harley observes my body language and raises his own eyebrow. He lets out a small smile before he drops his head. He looks up slightly, eyeing me from under his eyelashes.
Without another word, he slips the mask back over his head.
“Do I need to show you how bad you want me, you little fucking brat?” he says as he walks towards me.
This time I don’t move away as he closes the distance. “And what if I fucking do?”
Without hesitation, Harley yanks my tulle skirt up. I stagger back in shock, but he has a firm hold on my skirt. The resistance of his hold keeps me upright. He rips the tulle at the end of my outfit smooth off.
I look at the scrap of material in his hand, and my eyebrows pull together in confusion. I open my mouth to ask what the hell he’s doing, but he grabs my wrists and wraps them together. He pulls a tight knot to secure my wrists.
He pulls me forward until I’m standing in front of the shower.
He quickly removes his leather jacket, tossing it onto the counter, revealing that he’s wearing a black button up shirt, tucked into his black denim jeans.
If I wasn’t drooling at his all black outfit, I would absolutely need assistance with the slutty harness he is wearing over the top of his button up.
He slowly unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt and rolls them up to his elbows.
I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
With a quickness, he unbuckles his harness and tosses it over the shower curtain rod. I track the movement above me, and before I can register what he’s doing, my arms are above me and Harley has tied my wrists and buckled them snuggly.
Even being buzzed, I find myself feeling incredibly vulnerable as I stand with my legs parted and my hands secured above me.
I watch as Harley stands in front of me.
I watch his hands as he begins running them from my lips, down to my chin, falling to my neck.
Harley raises the mask, just enough to expose his lips, and presses them to my neck.
I close my eyes, allowing myself to feel the intensity of each kiss.
He sucks on my neck, adding little love bites, and ends with a soft kiss.
I open my eyes and see the reflection of us in the mirror. A deep hickey has already begun to form on my neck.
I can feel myself already soaking my panties as I shift my weight from one hip to the other.
I watch as Harley stalks around me, stepping into the dry shower and pushing the curtain all the way to the side so that nothing is in our way.
Slowly, he slides the mask back over his face entirely, standing behind me. He reaches around and circles my neck with his large hands. I let out a moan, and I hear him chuckle.
He presses his body into mine, and I feel his hard length hit the small of my back. I relax into him and my wrists pull tight against the rod.
“Are you wet for me, princess?” he asks, sliding his other hand towards my core.
“God, yes,” I whine.
His hands come to my center, brushing over my clit briefly. I struggle against the ties, wanting to grab his hand and bring it back to the place I need it.
He steps in front of me, dragging his hand along my torso as if we’re in a dance. ”Ah-ah, princess,” he taunts me, “This is a lesson, remember?”
I let out a whimper as he drops to his knees in front of me. My head drops forwards between my captured arms and I watch. The black eye holes of his mask bore into me, and I know he’s staring into my eyes through the mesh.
I watch as he moves, antagonizingly slow.
He removes the mask, sliding it onto the floor.
He grabs the front of my tulle skirt, twists it into a ball, and fits it into the waist band of my bottoms. Thankfully, the skirt isn’t too full to obstruct my view.
I watch as he runs his nose along my thigh, starting from my knee and stopping right before he reaches the apex of my thighs.
I squirm where I stand, trying to swivel my hips to make contact.
Harley lets out a little laugh. “You’re incredibly impatient tonight, pretty girl.”
“Harley, please,” I whine, not caring at all how desperate I sound for him. I am desperate for him.
I knew whining his name would be his undoing, because as soon as the last syllable leaves my lips, he bends in, rips my fishnet tights, and moves my black thong to the side—sending one strong stroke up my wet pussy.
He lands on my clit and sucks it into his mouth, hard.
Pain and pleasure surge through my body, and I feel euphoric.
He tongue fucks me until I feel my core tighten.
As if he feels it himself, he rises, grabbing the mask from the floor. He quickly unbuckles his belt with one hand, and slips the mask over his face with the other.
He rounds behind me. “Watch us in the mirror, Ember,” he whispers, and I almost come just seeing the reflection in the mirror.
My all black sexy gothic fairy costume, accompanied by a lust filled face, and behind me his Ghost Mask and his all black outfit.
My eyes are glued to the mirror as I watch Harley lower his head, and he watches through the mask as he enters me from behind.
Maybe its the alcohol talking, maybe its the way I’m tied to the curtain rod, maybe its the costumes, maybe its the way I can feel wetness already dripping down my leg—but this may be the best I’ve ever been fucked.
Harley has all the control, and I’m just his fuck doll right now. He pounds into me, our thrusts muffled by the layers of clothes that still surround us.
It doesn’t take long before I feel everything tightening, and I start to lose my breath.
“Harley…” I start to tell him I’m going to come, but I’m quickly cut off.
“EMBER!!!” Ensley’s voice comes through the door, and she jiggles the handle. “Let me in, I have to pee!”
Harley slows his pace and I start to feel myself losing my climax. He bends his head down next to my ear, much like he had before. “Send her away or she’s going to hear you scream my name.”
Oh god.
He increases his pace and his thrusts.
“You’ll have…to use the other bathroom…” I tell her, losing the will to speak.
“Come on, Em!” Ensley knocks again. “Are you okay?” Concern fills her voice.
“I’m fine Ensley, i’ll be out in a couple minutes!” I use the last of my voice, and thankfully I hear a small huff and her footsteps as she walks away.
Harley grabs my jaw and pulls it to the side.
My eyes meet his through the mask and he rips it off, crashing his lips onto mine.
His movements stutter for just a moment before he gives me two strong thrusts and I come crashing down.
He follows me, shoving into me deeper than he ever has before.
I come so hard my body locks up, as if I’m holding my breath indefinitely, ecstasy flowing through me.
And finally, I go limp. My arms being bound is the only reason I’m not a flustered and freshly fucked mess on the ground.
“Holy fuck,” Harley says, finally letting go of my jaw.
He pulls out of me and I feel our come leaking out of me instantly.
I’m usually so quick to clean myself up, but I am wiped out.
Harley reaches up, unbuckling the harness.
Before my arms can fall to my front, he loops them over his head, and sweeps my legs into his arms. He places me on the bathroom counter in front of us, and begins opening cabinets and drawers beneath me.
“Petty theft?” I question him.
“Looking for something,” he pulls out a green wash cloth from a drawer, “to clean up my girl.” He turns the water on beside me, holding his hand under the water, finding the perfect temperature.
He soaks the wash cloth, and without any words, he drops down eye level to my pussy and begins cleaning up the mess we made.
We don’t speak as he wipes me down. I feel vulnerable in this position, and the urge to close my legs and tell him I can do this myself screams at me, but I don’t. I let him take care of me. Knowing that he was when he hacked my security system, and that he always will.