Harmon - be careful what you wish for
She obliged, her little mouth opening wide. She already had the head of my dick on her tongue, the rest of my cock still in her hands. This visual alone would have been enough to have me sliding my dick deep down her throat by now and fucking her throat raw if she were anyone else.
But I promised her something different. Said I'd make love to her. Told her she deserved more.
Who the fuck was I to tell her those things? Just last night my place in her life endangered her.
"Put it deep inside me, daddy. Fuck my throat like you did when you had me on my knees before you, begging to suck your dick," she implored, the tip of her tongue swirling around the head of my dick as her hands continued up and down the rest of the shaft.
The urge to shoot ropes of come all over her was rising, but I held back anyway. A foreign calm overwhelmed me, forcing me into fight or flight mode. Only I couldn't flee. Not from her. And the fighting was starting to eat at me. So all I could do was stand there, frozen in place, and watch as her tongue licked my dick up and down like she was claiming it as hers.
I was desperate to come for her, and it scared the shit out of me. That wasn't me. Women took come in one of their holes from my dick. Period. At my discretion. I wasn't overly eager enough for the shit that was threatening to play out right before my eyes.
Fuck her and get it over with.
Beautiful, playful eyes. More than trust. Not just desire either. Her lips turned up in a coy grin around my dick as she waited for me to make my move.
Genuine affection. Infatuation. That was what it was. She fucking liked me. She had said as much, but somehow my brain was only now accepting it as truth. This realization finally had the come spraying out of my dick onto her tongue. All over her mouth and lips.
The visual pissed me off, heightening the ecstasy of release, thereby pissing me off even more. It felt so fucking devastatingly overwhelming, disarming to come for her. It was fucking embarrassing. Just her damn hand and tongue. Not even her pussy or ass or a full blow job. When was the last time I succumbed so completely? Was it three nights ago?
She was about to take my dick deeper into her mouth, when I staggered away from her, despite barely being able to stand and almost tripping over my pants around my ankles.
You're too fucking dangerous for her.
Not JR. Not Marino. I didn't even care what Will would think anymore. I wasn't right for her… And yet she was mine. Just mine.
Get your fucking head out of your ass and stop thinking with your dick. Protect her. Nothing more.
"We can't do this. This has gone too far," I said sternly, but the hurt on her face was ripping through me too.
"You're right," she said bravely, eyes flooding with tears. "I said no sex. I said—"
"Olive," I began slowly, but she was already curling up in a ball, pulling the tablecloth around her, having discarded the sheet earlier when all this started. "Fuck, baby girl, daddy's sorry. I don't know—"
Breakfast hit the ground. Plates shattered and cutlery flew to the floor as she forced everything off the table to get more of the table cloth around her.
"Be careful what you wish for right?" she said through sniffles, stubbornly refusing to let those tears fall.
Her shimmering eyes made her look more angelic than ever before.
How many women hated me for fucking them once and tossing them aside?
Baby girl, that can't be you.
The knife I stuck in my own chest twisted as I she wrapped the table cloth around her. More. More. More. She wanted more. She wanted danger. She wanted me. I couldn't give her more.
"Chill Harmon. I said no sex, right? Just eating me out. You got to come. I got to come. It was fun. No harm done," she said, coming to stand before me, the intimacy between us evaporating into thin air as her guard went up.
"I can't—"
More twisting of the knife as I watched the first tear escape, then the next.
I want you. So fucking badly. I just can't be inconsequential when it's over. Not to you. I can't have you hate me.
What the fuck was I thinking? I sounded like one of my one night stands.
"Thank you for your services, Mr. Chancellor. I'll be taking that shower now. Be sure to have them send up some more breakfast and some fresh clothes," she said coolly, pushing me away.
She threw tantrums all the time, but not like this. It never felt like this. Whatever it was, in the past I always knew she would get over it. Not this time. It fucking hurt like never before.
Hurt? Me? Mr. Inconsequential didn't fucking get hurt.
Not even when Macy broke up with me countless times. Bruised ego maybe, but not hurt. I almost forgot what it felt like to be in pain.
That part of me died long ago. Only apparently it hadn't, because here I was, in actual pain as I watched her walk away. Had I been in pain from the moment I walked away from her the morning after? Or did it start with the fear in her eyes, the lack of recognition, when she found out about my past?
Who the fuck are you?
Recounting her saying the words stung anew. I looked at her, seeking comfort. It was bittersweet. Laying eyes on my favorite girl couldn't help but bring me joy even as I fought to bury the ache in my chest.
"Later, Harmon," she called out to me, letting the table cloth drop as she waltzed towards the bathroom.
"I'm in so much fucking trouble. Marino's the least of my problems," I said to myself under my breath, eyes following the confident sway of her hips before settling on her ass.
"Fuck. Marino," I recalled, scrambling to pull my pants back up and stuff my unsatiated dick back into my boxers before digging into my suit jacket to produce my ear piece. "Who is my mystery guest, Liam?" I asked, hopping on comms for an update on JR's mystery partner.
"Nothing yet, Mr. Chancellor. All your guests check out so far. They're all who they say they are. You did a good job vetting them. Low risk, harmless. Still looking, of course, but it's been less than twenty four hours and Miss Marino—" Liam rambled excuses, but I was in no mood.
"Won't talk, I know. Don't waste time kissing my ass. Find my guest Liam. They may not be on the list. They may have snuck onto the island," I said, cutting him off as my frustration got the better of me.
"That's not possible. We've had the entire Island—"
"You don't know Marino's people. He likes… Special gems. The best of the best. Don't fucking get cocky. Stay on guard. Surround Mr. Hunter with protection the moment he lands and keep people the fuck off my floor. No maids. No bellboys. Nothing. When I request things for the room, bring it to me personally," I said, welding my ass to a chair despite my instincts saying to flee.
Protect you. Even from me. I swear I will, Olive.
"Consider me put on notice, but Mr. Chancellor—"
"What now?" I snapped, thoughts of Olivia's soaped up body being in my bathroom, in my shower, flooding my brain.
I looked down and bit back a growl. My dick was hardening again, Liam's voice a distant memory as I thought of her. A mixture of emotions washed over me. Hunger. Need. Yearning. What the fuck was she doing in that shower?
"... Mother of all storms. Mr. Hunter has been detained as such," said Liam, the word detained making my ears perk up.
Fucking great. So no Will and even if I did find Marino's mystery guy, I was stuck with the asshole. Who was it that had JR so cocky despite me putting her under lock and key?
One thing was certain: I wasn't leaving Olivia's side. Not for a second. Not until I knew who I was dealing with.
The ache in my balls was growing by the second as I wondered how long I'd be stuck with her, begging myself not to make things worse.
She was on a mission. Those tears were real, but so was that self assured walk when she left me behind. My stubborn baby girl wouldn't stop until she got the truth out of me.
Fucking grow a pair, Harmon.
I spent the last ten years giving her everything she wanted, needed, asked for. Even my dick, despite promising her I never would.
But not this. Even if I had to put a fucking chastity belt around my dick and sleep outside my own suite, she would never know the horrors of my past.
Sorry baby girl, daddy's not giving in to your whims this time. Not when the cost is you and the way your doting bambi eyes look at me.
Mine. Mine. All mine.