Olivia - touch me all night long
He had me in the middle of his suite, in nothing but a pair of socks and one of his shirts, mic in hand, dancing my ass off to my off key version of Becky G's Shower.
"La-da-dee, la-da-da, la-da-da," my voice rang out into his suite, as I moonwalked across the wooden floors while staff filed into the room to set up for my party.
This was my response to him having cameras installed in the suite this morning, because fuck him. If he was going to watch from behind a screen, then I was damn well going to give him a show.
I didn't see Harmon again after he stormed out of the suite on Tuesday night. It was two nights and one day later and I was done playing nice. He came back to the suite, presumably when I was out cold. The shirt I was wearing, literally the shirt off his back, was the proof. He was going to ignore me while holding me captive like some prisoner? Oh fucking really? Bitch, I was Olivia Hunter. We'd see about that.
Right on cue, he calmly strode into the suite, hands in his pockets as he took in my setup. He walked up to me and raked his eyes over my body, taking in my outfit. Danger flashed in his eyes. Chills ran down my spine as heat flooded my pussy. I wasn't stopping for shit though. Giving up now meant losing the battle and that shit wasn't happening today. So I clung to my mike in front of the karaoke machine, busting a move like only Olivia Hunter could as I screamed lyrics at him.
This earned me the ghost of a smile before he walked over to the machine and turned it off.
"Explain, Miss Hunter," he said to me, his back to me.
Oh that stoic voice. The way the mere sight of him had my heart doing flip flops in my chest. Was it too soon to throw myself at him again? Yes, yes it was.
The stubble and dark circles under his eyes meant he was working hard on whatever the fuck he was doing, day and night. So fucking sexy though. Somehow he looked more dashing this way, still perfectly put together in his suite, not a hair out of place.
Tuesday night had me back to just wanting to fuck him. Anything to take back the words that put that look on his face. Anything to stop him from walking out that door.
Stand your ground. No faltering now.
I came up behind him and turned the machine back on. Harmon Chancellor was above turning it off again. Daddy wasn't petty like that, but I sure as shit was.
"Isn't it obvious? It's a hostile takeover," was my response to him when he turned around to face me head on.
Not a flicker in his razor sharp eyes as he stared me down. I on the other hand was barely hanging in there. Then he did the damndest thing. He smirked.
Predatory. Threatening. Eerily calm.
Time stood still as he took a step forward, entering my personal space. Having him close was the ultimate turn on. I was on the verge of liquifying under his scrutiny. My wet, aching pussy might betray me again and have me coming for him in this room filled with people. Not afraid though. Not anymore. I continued to stand my ground, mesmerized by him.
Give me anything you're willing to, daddy. I'll accept it. Anything. Everything.
When the beat picked up in the background, I did the only thing I could.
"Singing in the shower," I blared into the mike, jutting my hip out at him before I went back to dancing and singing for him.
"Cool disco lights," he said, bending his head to speak into my ear. "Daddy's going to get rid of the security risks you brought into my fucking suite and then I'll decide on your punishment," he said, stoic low voice making my pussy clench.
My knees buckled, threatening to give way and I gulped. The singing stopped instantly. His flawless, calm, problem solving mode. His close proximity to me. The scent of his cologne. Everything had me wanting to wrap my arms around his neck and climb his body. He had me inhaling sharply, like a fucking rookie.
His smirk widened as he backed up, effortlessly making his way past the waiters and guys setting up the surround sound system.
"Get these people out of my suite before I have you fired for being stupid," he said to the guy in charge of the security detail he stuck me with, cool as a cucumber.
No no no. If they leave, so will you, daddy.
I will be your prisoner. Your play thing. Your damsel in distress.
Anything.
Just stay. Stay. Stay.
Panic set in. The idea of being alone in this suite again tonight forced me into motion. Had me finding my voice. Before I knew it, I was at Harmon's side unbuttoning the shirt I had on.
Johnny was a trained veteran. The entire security detail contained nothing but. Daddy threw him for a loop anyway. I licked my lips, squeezing my thighs together to keep my pussy in check. So fucking unbelievably sexy.
"Don't listen to him, Johnny. He's just jealous he wasn't invited to my party," I said with a wink and a pout, shamelessly adjusting my tits to show off my newly acquired cleavage.
Johnny's gaze dropped to my tits, desire pooling in his eyes as he took the rest of me in. I risked a glimpse at Harmon and instantly knew I had made things worse. Gone was the stone cold expression. The vein on the side of his head was throbbing and his eyes were on fire.
"Apologies, Mr. Chancellor. You said to give her anything she wanted and Miss Hunter said—" Johnny tried, eyes lingering on my naked thighs.
He dragged his gaze back up my body, desperately trying to look away and face Harmon. Johnny's eyes met mine and I flashed him my player smile, throwing in a quick wave of my hand for good measure. In for a penny, in for a pound. The rage radiating off Harmon's body had me too wound up to back down now.
"Are you speaking to me or her tits, Johnathan?" Harmon questioned, his jaw ticking as he came between us, shoving my body behind his back.
The room froze around me as all eyes went to us.
"Apologies, Mr. —"
"Everybody out," Harmon's stoic voice ordered.
Damn him to hell. Mr. Inconsequential at his finest. Still so in control. Still playing big brother.
Don't you want to fuck him up for looking at your baby girl? I thought I knew you. I thought—
"Am I surrounded by deaf people? GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SUITE," Harmon screamed, his voice bouncing back and forth between the walls of the room as he completely lost his shit.
This sent the frozen room back into motion, confused people dropping what they were doing. Dead silent staff members filed out of the suite and I almost followed suit, just as shook as they were.
"Mr. Chancellor—" Johnny tried again.
Had to give it to the man. He had stones of steel. How the fuck was he speaking right now?
"Liam, get this kid out of my face before you have a corpse to deal with," Harmon said, touching his ear piece, but he stared directly into Liam's eyes while he said the words.
Trouble. Trouble. I'm in so much trouble. Sorry Johnny.
"I'll be outside," said Johnny, risking a last look at me.
The fuck? Are you joking right now? The panic on my face made Johnny's eyes sparkle with mirth.
"Miss Hunter. Mr. Chancellor," he said with a polite nod, before he turned to leave the suite.
"Daddy don't," I said, stepping out in front of Harmon and wrapping my arms around his neck as a murderous look darkened his eyes while he glared at Johnny's back.
His body tensed at the direct contact and my yearning heart soared.
"Stay," I pleaded. "Just stay."
"Are you worried about your new boy toy, baby girl? I'd be more worried about myself if I were you," he thundered, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "What part of no one touches you but daddy does my baby girl not understand?"
"Fucking touch me then," I demanded, my voice breaking with emotion. "I'm lonely, daddy. What part of stop leaving don't you get? Touch me all night long."