Chapter 14

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

EDMUND

Being swamped at the new builds—and taking care of my now-passed zoning request issue—for the past couple of days, I left my new assistant in charge of making reservations for my night—or nights—with Harper. Looking over the itinerary she handed me before leaving at noon, she did a remarkable job.

Travel arrangements, dinner reservations at Delilah, and the penthouse suite at the Bellagio. A suite I fully intend to use.

Leaving the office, I head home and quickly pack my bag. My primary focus is on restraints, a Wartenberg wheel, an e-stim wand with a few attachments, and a gag. Finally content with my toys for our trip, I hop in the shower to quickly clean up.

Rinsing my hair and lathering the soap over my body, it becomes quite apparent that my cock has other intentions than a quick rinse. It’s hard— painfully so— at the mere thought of the things I plan to do to Harper this evening.

I haven’t come in the last thirty-six hours, and I waste no time wrapping my hand around my shaft. My thoughts immediately drift to Harper.

Her hands and feet bound securely to my bench as she’s bent over it with her ass and cunt on full display for me. Standing behind her, I stroke my cock as she struggles to stay on her tiptoes to alleviate the strong vibration of the wand situated between her thighs. Her whole body trembles as she suffers through orgasm after orgasm.

My hand slides along my length, from base to tip, direly wishing it were inside of her instead.

“Please…” Her words quivering as much as her body. “I can’t.”

“You can. And you will.” I firmly slap my palm against her ass before slipping inside of her. Gripping her hips, I push her hard against the bench, forcing her to take the brunt of the wand vibrating against her clit as I pound against her ass.

Picking up my pace, I vigorously fist my cock. Desperately needing to come.

Her ass shakes against my hips, and the strong vibrations of the wand travel along my cock. It’s so fucking perfect that I fight the urge—no, the need—to fill her. But when she comes again, with a primal scream as her cunt violently spasms around me, I’m done for.

My cock stiffens, and my firm grip twitches as cum shoots from my tip and is washed down the drain.

“Fuck…” I breathe out as I continue to leisurely stroke my sensitive shaft and shut off the water. I have fantasized about plenty of women with my hand wrapped around my cock, but never about one I’ve already been inside of.

But Harper…

I can’t stop thinking about her.

I’ve been telling myself all week that it doesn’t mean anything. Well, anything other than she was a fantastic fuck toy that I want to enjoy again.

My shower took longer than expected, as confirmed by a quick glance at my Rolex. The car service will be arriving any minute. Quickly drying, I head to the walk-in closet and throw on a suit before grabbing my bag of supplies and heading downstairs to meet the driver.

I’m about ten minutes away.

I’ll come up to get you, be sure you’re ready.

We have dinner reservations to get to.

HARPER

You DO know it’s still lunchtime, right?

Are you questioning me, Harper?

Be ready.

Dots come and go for a moment, but the response I get would’ve only taken her a second to type and send.

K

We come to a stop outside a luxury apartment complex. One far too nice for Harper to be able to afford. She may have made enough money to rent this place last week, but there’s no way they would’ve had a vacancy that quickly. This is one of the most sought-after buildings in the city. I’m only more intrigued— or perplexed— when security gives me directions to her apartment. It’s not the penthouse, but it’s still half the floor.

Knocking on the door, I’m pleased to find Harper ready to go. She gently nudges me out of the way and steps into the hallway. “I would invite you in, but my roommate has company over.”

“Understood.” I slip my hand against the small of her back and lead her toward the elevator. My hand lingers just above her ass as we ride down to the lobby.

Stepping from the building and onto the street, I motion toward the Town Car.

“I expected you to be more of a flashy sports car kind of guy.” She smiles up at me as she slides across the backseat.

“I am.” I smirk at her astute observation of me.

We ride in silence for the majority of our short ride to the airfield. My eyes repeatedly roam over her body, wondering if she’s wearing the lacy undergarments I hand-picked for her under the vintage Valentina dress Erin purchased. Or if the plug is tucked snugly in her ass.

“So, Edmund.” she breaks the silence. “Why are you rushing me out of the door before one in the afternoon for a dinner date?”

Perfect timing .

We pull to a stop on the tarmac, and I open the door, exposing the private aircraft needed to take us to dinner. Extending my hand, she tentatively slips hers into it before climbing out of the car.

“Where are we going?” she asks timidly.

“Delilah’s.”

“And that’s where?”

“Vegas.”

“Before I get on that plane, I’m going to text my roommate and tell her where you’re taking me.”

And she’s smart, too.

Not too smart, though; she’s still planning to get on the plane.