Chapter 74

JASPER

H arper is an absolute fucking doll. She had never flown in a private jet before, so giving her the tour took longer than expected because we had to stop at each amenity so that she could gawk at it. I love her innocence for the whole wealthy lifestyle. I can't wait to give her the world.

If she will let me.

Things have kept us both so busy this week that my question had to wait. I reached into my trousers and felt for the small box burning a hole in my pocket. I'd been itching to ask her but there just hadn't been the right time to do it. Maybe it was more so my nerves that were stopping me. I don't think my ego could take her turning me down.

"Come here, Doll, sit next to me." I patted the seat. I had already granted the pilot permission to prepare for take-off. I didn't know how she would react to flying so I made sure the plane was stocked in her favorite red wine. Not the fancy stuff I like for her but that disgusting cheap stuff she prefers. I got my assistant to pop over to the corner store where she and Aster always picked stuff up and grabbed a few bottles for our trip.

I scrunched my nose up when the flight attendant handed her the glass and she greedily gulped it down.

"Stop it, I don't make fun of you for enjoying snails, leave me alone about my wine." She grinned, shrugging her shoulder as she pulled the glass back to her mouth using both hands and smiled into it as she sipped. She gave me a playful side glance of approval. I had already warned the staff, she could have no more than three glasses.

She gets a little loopy after three. If we were home, I wouldn't mind but I'm sure she would be embarrassed if I allowed her to get that way in public.

The plane jolted a bit as the Pilot started down the runway. I watched Harper's face as she stared out the window. The moment we lifted, her hand darted to mine and she squeezed. She never once looked away from the window. I didn't blame her, the sight of Miami from the sky is spectacular, especially at night.

"This is so beautiful," she whispered under her breath.

When we were high enough that the lights faded, she looked at me, eyes lit up. I love it when she has that glint in her eye. She gets that look often, especially when we're trying new things together.

I clicked off my seatbelt and got up to give her a hand. She eagerly took it; She looked up at me confused when I reached to unbuckle her from her seat. I pulled her up into my arms. I used my finger to raise her gaze to meet mine once more. We stood there in silence for a short while, staring into each other's eyes. When I leaned in to kiss her, she stopped me. She placed her hand firmly on my chest.

"Jasper, I know this isn't going to be an easy trip for you, thank you for trusting me to come along through this sensitive time. I love you."

"I couldn't imagine having anyone else by my side for this Harper, I should be thanking you." I kissed her lips, softly before continuing, "I wish you could see yourself the way the world sees you, the way I see…" Before I could continue, she smashed her lips into mine, kissing me with so much desire, that my knees buckled, and I almost lost my footing.

She giggled at my reaction.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, lacing my fingers through it while tugging to gain complete access to her lips. She let out a small moan and leaned in closer to me. My hands eagerly explored her body as they made their way down her stomach toward the mound, I knew was just under the thin fabric of her maxi dress.

Slowly, my hands worked to bunch the fabric, desperate to get to what waited beneath it. Just as my fingers traced her folds, I paused realizing she wasn't wearing any panties. She reached down placed her fingers atop mine and pressed them into her where I found her to be soaking wet and ready for me.

"Damn it, Harper" I hissed.

I needed her. Now. I pulled her towards the sleeping cabin. Locking the door behind me, I turned and saw a nervous Harper standing, her cheeks flushed as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

"What if they hear us?" she whispered, glancing at the locked door.

"Then they hear us, nothing could stop me from expressing my love for you in any way I see fit, and right now I want to express that love by devouring your body, over there, on that bed," I said in the crook of her neck as I peppered kisses there.

"I pay these people a lot of money, they are paid to turn an eye to my shenanigans," I smirked pulling back to look at her, gauging her nerves.

She raised her eyebrow and giggled at my cocky statement. Then she walked over to the bed before she stopped to caress the satin sheets. I had the staff purchase them before our flight. I knew how much Harper loved the ones on our bed and I wanted everything to be perfect for her. She hadn't noticed yet, but I also brought the blanket she's attached to.

I met her at the end of the bed where she stood and pressed my chest against her back, pulling her into me, I audibly sniffed her hair and then moved it to the side.

"Jesus, Harper your scent is enticing alone," I growled, Fighting my restraint. I wanted to push her to the bed and rip the dress from her body, tie her down to the hidden restraints that were strategically placed behind the posts of the bed frame. I had it custom-built for my plane.

Being with Harper has been so amazing but I have had to tone down my primal desires a little bit due to her Trauma. I'd never do anything to hurt her or trigger her in any way. But God the things I could show her, the things I want to do to her body. I could teach her how to enjoy her sexuality and all the pleasures she was capable of indulging in. I could only imagine the type of ecstasy I could bring her to over and over and over again, but I had to wait. She needs time and damn it I will give her anything she wants and needs.

I slowed down and controlled my breathing; I softened my touch and gently pulled the hem of her dress over her head. She instinctively put her arms up allowing my notion.

There she stood barring her nearly naked body to me, her breast still cupped. Her nipples raised in the lacy red bra I'd not seen on her yet.

God, she is fucking gorgeous. Her curves are like a forbidden fruit that makes my mouth water.

I reached down adjusting my cock trying to relieve some of the need that was building behind my zipper. Her eyes caught my movements. Her tongue swiped out to moisten her lips and her eyes dilated.

Without warning I gently pushed her to the bed, she let out a surprised yelp as I positioned myself on top of her. I pressed myself against her center. Her breath hitched. I will never get used to the way she responds to me.

I pulled the lace fabric down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, pulling it through my teeth and then using my tongue to soothe the sting. She let out a moan and ran her hands through my hair.

"Yes, just like that." She groaned. Her body was moving beneath mine. I reached down to unfasten my belt, but Her hands raced to stop me.

"Let me do that, I want to take care of you." There was something in her eyes, maybe excitement.

I rolled over to the side and put my arms behind my head giving her access to my buckle.

Her hands trembled as she struggled with the belt. I didn't understand why she was so nervous until she released my cock, and she slid down the bed placing her face near my erection. She grabbed me with both hands and gave me one last glance from under those gorgeous eyelashes. Realizing what she was about to do I stopped her caressing her cheek with the back of my hand.

"There's no need to rush into this, Doll," I whispered gently.

"I want to do this. I can't hide behind my trauma anymore. I want this, and I want it with you." She whispered as she lowered her mouth to me.

Her lips tightened around my cock,

"Fuck," I hissed,

My eyes rolled back as I gripped the back of her head instinctively. I tried not to push her head or force myself any deeper. My cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat as she gagged causing me to convulse each time. She had never done this before, but I would assume she was a natural.

I was so close to spilling on her tongue when I grabbed her pulling her from my pulsating cock, it made a loud pop. Spit dribbled down her chin, as she looked at me confused.

"Did I do it wrong? Were you not enjoying it?" she whimpered nervously, as she swatted the saliva from her face. I swiftly rolled on top of her and kissed her swollen lips.

"You were perfect, Doll," I kissed her again while I pushed her legs apart with my knees. She adjusted herself to let me in. I positioned my cock at her entrance where I could feel the warmth of her already-drenched pussy.

"Already so wet for me, Doll?" I teased in her ear.

Before she could respond I pushed myself into her.

She let out a loud gasp as her hands tightened around my back. She moaned into my ear as I slowly slid in and out of her coating my cock with her sweet juices.

She began to buck beneath me raising her hips, wordlessly asking me for more.

"Greedy today aren't you baby?" I warned her before I quickened my speed to meet her needs.

"Oh Jasper," she whimpered, as I thrust into her harder and faster than ever before. I felt the sting of her nails as they dug into my skin. It was a sting I fucking loved.

I bit down on her shoulder muffling my own moans, using my tongue to soothe the sting each time.

She wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me in deeper. I thrust harder and deeper, obeying her body's commands as she met me thrust for thrust. Her breathing hitched and her body tightened as she let out the most erotic scream I have ever heard,

"YES,"

Her pussy tightened around my cock and her body shook as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Watching her body's reaction to the intensity of her orgasm pushed me to find my own release. We stayed there, me, buried inside of her, until we calmed down from the moment's past.

I rolled on my side. Harper snuggled into the sheet, covering her beautiful body underneath it as she fought to catch her breath. I reached up pushing the loose hairs behind her ear. She leaned into my touch closing her eyes. I relaxed, pulled her closer to my side, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Harper," I whispered into her ear. my lips so close they grazed over her skin.

"Hmm." she cooed,

"Tell me something," I asked as I slid my fingers delicately over her shoulder and down her arm.

"What would you like to know," she answered in a breathy whisper.

"Anything. I want to know everything."

She lifted her head to look into my eyes, searching for something in them, and then laid back down. She was silent for a minute. I almost didn't think she was going to answer until she let out a sigh.

After releasing a breath, she was holding she spoke. "When I was a little girl, I had a big imagination. It was my imagination that kept me sane most of the time. When my parents were locking me in my room sometimes for days, I would pretend I was Rapunzel locked in a tall castle awaiting my knight to save me." She let out a giggle, but the sound was empty.

"My parents never wanted me; my mom only kept me because she thought she could get money for me. She used to tell me that I was lucky that she didn't abort me. I never understood how a mother could feel so much hate for her child. I remember being so young, starved for her love, I would draw her pictures and make her things from whatever I could find around the house. Later I'd find it crumpled on the floor or in the trash. When I got old enough, I taught myself to read, I found some old phonics tapes, they were in a box left by the previous tenants and that became my escape." she said in a small shaky voice.

I pressed my lips to her shoulder and placed a kiss there. I had no idea what to say, but I let her keep going because there was something right about this moment. She needed this.

"When I was old enough to head out by myself, around ten or eleven, I was meant to be on my way to school, I was super hungry and could hear my stomach rumbling. So, I snuck off to the nearby bakery because I could always catch the scent of those pastries from my room. I was hoping to find something they were going to throw away. I was searching for anything to relieve the empty hunger pains. I walked through the wrong door. It was a bookstore; I was so small and short that the bookshelves towered me. I remember standing and looking to the top of one and bending my neck back so far that it hurt but I kept looking in amazement at all the possibilities that awaiting behind those covers all the unread stories," She turned to look at me.

I hadn't said a word. I was stewing at how awful her childhood must have been and any guilt I felt for giving the orders to take care of her parents disappeared the more she spoke. My eyes met hers and it shattered my heart to see the pain behind them.

"You don't have to keep going baby. If you want to stop…" She cut me off rapidly shaking her head.

"No, I want to tell you. I want to share this with you Jasper." Her display of trust in sharing her traumatic childhood memories with me filled my heart to the brim.

I fucking love this woman.

"Well, that day I never made it to school. The next day either. I spent all day in the middle of the bookstore reading, the owner got curious and started asking questions, so I had to stop going there. I was afraid I would get into trouble, but I never forgot how that store made me feel. To be surrounded by stories of love, mystery, and fairy tales. It was the most soothing feeling I had ever felt. When I came to this city for school, I stumbled across the help wanted sign at Old Man Frank's bookstore. Walking in there just gave me a good vibe. I knew that was where I belonged. After he hired me on the spot, working there brought me so much peace, the most I was able to achieve by myself I mean, until you." She whispered the last part and turned her body to face me. She lifted her hands to cup my face,

"Thank you, Jasper, for saving me. I didn't know I needed you. You saved me." Her voice cracked at the end and a single tear escaped her eye. I reached up, and with my thumb, I wiped the tear from her face. My mind was thoughtful of all the things I wanted to say, ways I needed to soothe her broken heart, damn it I wanted to take every bit of pain she had ever felt and replace them right at that moment. I opened my mouth and only two words escaped me.

"Marry Me?"