Olivia - Show me the fucking thong
"Finally. I thought they'd never leave," said a smug Johnny, sauntering over to me with a smirk on his face.
"Shit," I cursed under my breath
I may or may not have agreed to a revenge fuck when I watched Harmon walk into the room with Macy on his arm. I couldn't help it. The way she hung off his arm pissed me off and Johnny had muscles for days. His couldn't compare to daddy's, but he'd do for a fuckfacing.
Of course that was hours ago. Before the new break up. Before Macy found out about Harmon and I. After that, I spent the rest of the night dancing with Harmon, feeling like his princess. His baby girl. His.
The problem? I hadn't seen him in an hour, since Billy came to get him to "deal with the Macy situation". What the fuck else was there to say?
"So listen," I said, smoothly gliding away from Johnny's reach as he presented himself and reached out for me. "I have to wait for the cleaning crew to get here. Plus I'm not sure this is such a good idea after all," I said coyly, but there was hesitance in my voice and I fucking hated it.
Daddy, where the fuck are you?
Break ups didn't mean much to Harmon and Macy. Was he balls deep inside her right now, fucking me out of his system?
"The old guy can't keep up with you like I can, Liv. Military guys have crazy stamina. Besides, it seems like he has other options these days," a persistent Johnny flirted, following after me like a puppy.
How wrong he was. I didn't have the heart to break it to him. Daddy could fuck you silly all night and make you beg for more despite your body being unable to take it.
"You're a really cool guy, Johnny, but I—" I tried again, because he really was.
"Hey, let's remember the sex was your idea. I wanted to take you out. On a date. Like a normal person," he said smoothly, still beaming confidently at me, despite me having spent the night in Harmon's arms.
Johnny was the kind of guy I said I wanted. Not a random hook up. He seemed genuinely interested. When was the last time someone asked me out on a date without clearly looking to score at the end of the night?
"Sex optional, of course. Now that you're no longer his prisoner—" Johnny continued.
"Unless you want tips on how to fuck, boy scout, I suggest you leave," Harmon's cocky, stoic voice filled the air.
My eyes immediately left Johnny's to seek out Harmon's. My body felt like hot larva was being poured over it as Harmon's gaze met mine. I felt like I would melt as he came up behind Johnny. Clearly I was endgame. Not a quiver in his voice as he spoke, taking confident, big, quick strides towards me. His eyes were burning with rage.
"Johnny, please go," I blurted out through the corner of my mouth, all pleasantries leaving my mind as Harmon marched the body of a warrior over to us.
"You're seriously going to choose him after the way he treated his date? After he brought a date that wasn't you? You deserve better than that," Johnny's sugar sweet voice implored.
My heartbeat sped up as Harmon tossed the jacket of his tux onto a nearby chair. If the guy were anyone but himself, daddy would have agreed with Johnny. Hell I agreed with Johnny. So why couldn't I stop looking as Harmon took off his cufflinks and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt?
"Trust me, you don't want to stay for this part," said Harmon, closing in on us. "Take the thong off, Olive," Harmon barked at me as he loosened his tie.
If watching him march his gladiator ass into the room to claim what was his made me wet before, my thong was now drenched. I gulped as a thrill went down my spine. My body heated up. I gawked as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"You can't be serious. He's watching. I'm expecting the cleaning crew any minute now," I objected nervously.
There was no sympathy or mercy in Harmon's eyes. The rage would not abate.
"He needs to understand whose cunt is between your thighs. Don't you, Johnny? Let's see that thong, baby girl," he said, eyes fixed on me as his shirt fell open to reveal his sculpted chest and abs.
Tie still loosely dangling around his neck. His hands dropped to his belt. My mouth went dry and fell open at the same time. Daddy's dick was rock hard.
"You've made your point, Harmon. Johnny, please leave," I begged, backing up until my ass hit the edge of a table.
"Leave with me. You don't have to—" Johnny insisted.
Harmon pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants. Before I knew it, he had it wrapped around Johnny's throat, pulling on either end until it was wrapped snugly around Johnny's throat.
"I'm about to fuck her, Johnny. Stay to watch if you like, because that's as close to fucking her as you'll ever get. Keep talking and I'll knock your ass out," said Harmon, soulless eyes boring into mine as Johnny turned blue in the face from having his oxygen supply cut off.
"Fucking stop it. You're going to kill him," I cried, horrified at what was playing out before me.
"Thong, baby girl. Help daddy calm down. Show me the fucking thong, Olivia," Harmon thundered, tightening the belt around Johnny's throat.
Johnny's hands went for the belt around his throat, desperately clawing at it.
"Liv, get away," Johnny croaked out, his eyes darting to me.
"Fine. I'll give you the fucking thong. Just stop it," I said, urgently slipping my hands past the midthigh slit in my dress to hook my thumbs into my thong's band.
"Eyes on me, boy scout," Harmon seethed, coiling the belt around his hands before pulling on both ends once more. "Don't fucking look at her."
"Thought you were going to fuck me in front of him," I mumbled angrily, gliding the thong down my thighs and legs. "You can't give me shame and death. Remember?" I said, quoting him back to himself as I hurriedly stepped out of the thong, fearing for Johnny's life.
"You. Don't. Have. To—" Johnny struggled to choke out, getting paler by the second as he clawed desperately at his throat.
"You really need to stop pissing me off, kid," Harmon said coldly from behind Johnny, his eyes sharpening.
"Here. Look, it's off. Now fucking let go. Daddy please let go," I pleaded, the thong dangling from my index finger.
"Fuck. You," said Johnny, moments before Harmon unraveled the belt from around his throat.
Making good on his promise, Harmon raised his fist and punched Johnny's lights out.