Harmon - She's never leaving me
She was naked in my bed, giggling as my fingers tickled her sides.
"Daddy please stop," she begged.
Her carefree voice filled the room. I watched her flailing arms and kicking legs with amusement.
"Maybe later. When I'm done being pissed that you told me to fuck off just an hour ago," I said, staring at her full lips, swollen from our full blown make out session that ended just moments before the tickling started.
"Daddy's obsessed," she called me out playfully.
Somehow my hands had found their way up her body and were now massaging her tits. Her wet hair clung to the bite marks and hickeys on them. I stared lustfully at my handiwork.
"So much for maybe later," she said with a snort. "Earth to Harmon," she said, stealing a kiss to snap me out of my trance.
My lips molded to hers like they had been kissing her for years, eagerly allowing her to have what she wanted. A rumble came from my chest as I thought back to her saying no sex. The words broke my brain.
The beast within me wanted to plunge my hard, throbbing dick deep into her cunt then and there, because fuck that.
How dare she deny me after I just fucked up again to give her what she needed?
This is what you wanted. I reminded myself.
For her to stop throwing herself at me.
"Daddy's here, baby girl. I'm right here," I said, just reveling in the feel of her warm, naked body as I took her into my arms without hesitation.
Apparently no sex wasn't what I wanted anymore. No sex meant Olivia decided you weren't worth her time. When that happened she tossed people aside like used condoms. Something she once needed, but was now repulsed by.
It only took her seconds to admit she was only willing to wait until after she got her date, but by then I was already thinking dumb shit.
One solitary thought recurring in my head since the moment I chewed Johnny out for his interest in her, stood out amongst the rest.
She's never leaving me.
"I know, but I want more," she said, pouting up at me before wrapping her arms around my neck. "How about a day release, warden?" she said teasingly, beaming up at me with doting eyes.
She meant to make light of her imprisonment, but having it brought up pissed me off. The way I spoke to her in that shower. The amendment of the contract. Now the date. I let down my guard. Gave her too much. Like the spoiled princess that she was, she took full advantage of it.
It stopped now.
"You're not leaving this room, Olivia. End of discussion," I said stoically, trying my best not to let the anger show.
"Come on. Please? How else am I supposed to look pretty for you tonight unless you take me out and buy me a dress?" she said, laying it on thick, kissing my cheek as she tightened her arms around my neck. "And maybe something naughty for—"
"I'll have something sent up for you," I cut her off curtly, instead of saying what was on the tip of my tongue.
There will be no fucking date.
Mr. Inconsequential would have said it, but I was too caught up in her and that ever loudening voice in the back of my head.
She's never leaving me.
"Daddy, it's been days. I need air. You'll be with me the whole time. It'll be fine," she cood, laying her head down on my chest without a care in the world as she made mine come to a grinding halt.
Flashes of the dead body I found three nights ago passed before my eyes. It could have been her. Sy could have picked her to kill to get my attention.
Suddenly hyper aware of our nakedness, I was a man somewhere between reason and madness. Practical, pragmatic Harmon wasn't home. All I could think of was my hand going for my stiff dick every time I crossed yet another line and jacked off to her fingering herself in the shower.
"Forget the date. Let's just fuck now," I said, pushing her onto her back and getting on top of her.
The beam on her face only widened. Lust tainted her eyes for a moment before she slammed her hands against my chest and pushed at it.
"No fucking, remember? I want it to be romantic. Special. Make me yours after setting the mood," she said bashfully, her cheeks coloring, no idea of the hell I was in picturing her dead body carved up in my style of torture.
Two fucking weeks since I last fucked her. Why was I resisting? What was the point anymore? She was going to get what she wanted. After three days of jacking off to her fingering her cunt for over an hour a day in the shower, it was what I came back to the suite for. I wanted to rip her legs apart and fuck her silly.
This new me, the one that begged for her in that shower instead of fleeing like I should have, couldn't do that to her though.
"Meet me halfway here, baby girl. Out there is too dangerous. Let daddy give you everything you want for our date. I'll have every dress and piece of lingerie on the island sent up for your perusal if that's what you want," I said, stroking her cheek lovingly, shutting the ugly shit I had to do to have this moment with her out.