Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Harper

I needed treehouse therapy, as humiliating as that was to admit. It was a bigger house than treehouse implied, still not much more than a loft but certainly comfortable enough to sleep in, and being wrapped up in nature, leaves outside the windows and the water in view sparkling under starlight—it was glorious.

Paisley had booked us a loft with two twin beds, and I tried not to feel disappointed when I saw it, reasoning that I did not want us sharing a bed right now, even though I knew better than that.

It was more of a small treehouse resort, honestly—there were rope bridges running between the thick, tall trees, winding through lush natural strips and the treehouses. Paisley and I walked through it all, slowly, side-by-side, finishing our bubble tea and then stopping into the central building—built on ground level, but the bridges connected to the second floor, so we never touched the ground—to get dinner together. And sitting at a beautiful restaurant like this one across from Paisley, wearing a cute, chic red minidress with an A-line silhouette and subtle pleating adding a playful character, watching the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed…

There was no explanation for the all-consuming feeling in my chest, the way she seemed to take up my entire mind. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was in love with her, but just… having to sit here and process that fully? Really wrap my head around what it meant?

One of Bayview’s signature sudden rainstorms picked up while we were finishing up, and we grabbed an umbrella and hurried back to the treehouse, Paisley giggling the whole way until we collapsed back under a solid roof and got to watch the leaves outside the window swaying under the weight of the water, and she threw her bag and the umbrella on the bed.

“Paisley—you’re getting the bed sopping wet.”

“Oh, shoot.” She laughed, taking them out of the bed and hanging them up by the door instead.

It was only once we were heading for bed that I realized it had been intentional, when she sat down on the bed she’d gotten wet and made a face.

“Ugh, it’s soaked. I’m not getting any sleep here.”

It didn’t look that bad. I shrugged, sinking back into the other bed. “Strange how these things happen. Fine, we can share.”

“You’re the literal best ever,” she sang, dropping herself on top of me in bed. It was a small bed, so there really wasn’t room for us to do anything other than cuddle, but…

“You’ve told me a million times I’m the literal worst ever.”

“You can be both. You contain multitudes.”

She was so soft, so… small. I settled on my side with an arm over her waist, and the soft texture of her pajama shirt, the small shape of her waist… this close, with both of us a little rained on, the scent of her flooded my senses, and it was like there was nothing in the world but me and her. No Bayview, no bakery, no Holcomb, no leaving for New York, no families, just me and her, tangled up like this.

Paisley’s expression softened. “What are you thinking about?”

I should have lied. I couldn’t. “How nice this is…”

She settled into the sweetest smile I’d ever seen, nestling closer. “Yeah? Fan of treehouse therapy?”

“Mm-hm… I’ll give you this one.”

“As you should,” she laughed, and then as effortlessly, naturally as the rain pattering against the roof outside, she sank into me, her lips meeting mine, and I didn’t fight it. Couldn’t fight it, not for my life—she had me completely under her spell, and I didn’t want it any other way.

We kissed long and slow, Paisley slowly rolling on top of me, pinning me down, the noises between us growing heated, hungry. I felt burning between my legs, aching with need, but I couldn’t… I wasn’t…

“Hey, Harper,” she whispered, pulling up from the kiss, hovering over me, eyes gleaming. I bit my lip. Her on top of me like this was… well. I got a bit dizzy.

“Er… yeah?”

“Do you want to keep going?”

I felt my face burn. “I… Paisley. You know we shouldn’t—”

“Ah—” She put a finger to my lips. “I didn’t ask if we should keep going. I asked if you want to. Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

This woman was going to give me a heart attack. I swallowed hard, a numb feeling going through me, but I found I couldn’t resist her… not like this. Not when all I wanted was to do everything she said. I nodded, and a wide smile lit with hazy desire flared up over her face.

“Just nodding isn’t enough, Harper. Look me in the eye and say it.”

I lost my breath, my head spinning, but I couldn’t… not listen to her. I looked her in the eye, my face burning, and I whispered, “I… want you.”

She bit her lip, hard. “Good girl. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“To… I…” My breath was shaky. “I-I don’t know…”

“I know you have fantasies. Go ahead and tell me.”

Dammit, she was the fantasy. I pressed my head back into the mattress, sighing frustratedly. “Anything.”

“I know you have something in mind.”

I wanted her to tie my wrists together above my head and fuck me into the mattress, but in no universe was I saying that. I felt my skin prickle under the awareness, and I looked away. Paisley put her fingers to my chin, turning me back to face her again.

“Ah-ah. There we go. Good girl. Tell me.”

“To… to touch me.”

She bit her lip. “I’m going to need you to be more specific than that.”

“Oh my god, Paisley.”

She caressed her finger down my front, teasing along my collar. “I know you want to tell me.”

The touch of her fingertip along my bare skin electrified me, and I moaned involuntarily into the touch. “Paisley…”

“Be a good girl and say it.”

“I want you inside me.”

She bit her lips through a smile. “Good girl. And?”

“And… my—my wrists—above my head—”

She leaned in closer, whispering. “You want me to tie you up and fuck you, is that it?”

I burned over my entire body, but I nodded. “P-please.”

“Good girl, Harper.” She bent down and pressed her lips to my neck, kissing, sucking lightly at the skin, and I bucked up into her as she worked her hands up my shirt, touching me, achingly hot and desperate against my body. I felt like I’d die without her—like I’d fall apart if she didn’t take me right now.

“Paisley—I want—you too—please—” My voice came out so small, so pitiful, tugging at her shirt. She laughed lightly, sitting up and pulling her shirt off, the small, round shape of her breasts spilling out. She was so… so unbelievably gorgeous like this, lit by the moonlight and the soft lamp above the bed, smooth perfect skin on display.

I wanted to give myself to her, submit to her. Do anything she wanted to. Just for tonight.

“Well, don’t just sit there gawking,” she teased, moving my hands up to her breasts. I cupped the shape of her breasts, brushing my fingertips over her nipples, and she closed her eyes with a low, gravelly sigh. “Oh… god. Just like that. Keep going. God, I’ve needed you.”

“Me too,” I whispered without even hearing the thought in my head first—it just slipped out of its own accord. My body thrilled at the realization that it was Paisley controlling me now, not myself. She bit her lip, smiling down at me.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured, pulling my hands away and tugging my shirt up over my head. She flung it onto the floor, and she moved down to my pants next, taking them and my underwear in one motion and stripping them down off me. I burned with self-consciousness and need in equal measures, but I didn’t want anything other than this.

The hungry, approving look Paisley gave me, running her gaze over my naked body—I wanted it to last forever.

“You’re so pretty, Harper,” she whispered, moving up my body again, trailing her fingertips over me as she went. “I was going to fuck you first, but seeing you like this… I think I need to get myself off first. Of course, you’re going to let me use you for it, right?”

My whole mind went blank, numb, buzzing with a dull pleasure. I felt myself nod, my breath short, and Paisley ran her finger along my lips.

“That’s what I like to see. Mm… I really need to come on your mouth. You’ll let me ride your pretty little lips, right?”

I nodded without even realizing it, my body reacting by itself. “Yes. Of course.”

“Now, now. It’s yes, ma’am right now.”

“Y… yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She got up, off of me, and picked my shirt up off the floor, giving me a hungry look before she took hold of my wrists—she moved ever so lightly, taking them delicately, before she wrenched them up above my head. Numbing pleasure arced through my body, and I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as she tied my wrists together with the sleeve of my shirt, the fabric soft against my skin but holding tight. The loss of control, feeling myself helpless as Paisley slipped her pants and her underwear down together—my mind melted away into the blank bliss of surrender. Paisley slipped two fingers down between her legs, sighing as she stroked herself, coming up with her fingers wet before she slipped them between my lips. The taste of her, hot and husky on my tongue, heated up the intoxicating sensation swirling through my body. I met her gaze while I swirled my tongue around her fingers—the lust lighting up in her eyes made my whole body flush with pleasure.

“That’s what I like to see,” she murmured, slipping her fingers back out of my mouth, hoisting herself up on the bed over me. Straddling me like this, I could see her clit throbbing, pink and swollen, and it made my body tingle. “You want me to ride your pretty little mouth, don’t you, Harper?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words slipped out without me even having to think about it.

“Good girl.” Every time she said it, it was another pulse of pleasure through my body, down to my core, down to…

She shifted herself up, and gripping me by the hair, biting her lip as she looked down at me underneath her, she lowered herself onto my face, grinding her hips against me. Her heat, her taste, overwhelmed my senses until she was the only thing that existed—the low moans she made, gripping me, rocking her hips against me. I needed her to never stop, needed her all over me…

She was certainly in no hurry either, working up faster and faster against me before backing off, on and on, sending me deeper and deeper into this mindless state of pleasure, of ecstasy. I strained against the bindings, aching to touch her, myself, anything, but they held fast, and all that existed was to pleasure her, serve her—

“Just like that,” Paisley breathed, her voice hungry, shaking, as her grip tightened. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me come on your face now.”

I felt it jolt through my body, down to my core, and I nodded desperately up at her, moving my mouth, my tongue with her faster as she ground her hips against me. With a cry of ecstasy, she threw her head back, rocking back with one hand on the bed and one buried in my hair, pressing her hips against me, until the tension melted out of her and she relaxed, laughing lightly, breathlessly, a little wild as she came down lying on top of me, hovering above my face.

“You do so well,” she whispered, looking so perfect with her hair messy, her face flushed, light twinkling in her eyes. “Every time we do this, I can’t believe how good it feels to come on you.”

I bit my lip, hard. “Paisley…”

“Mm. You need your reward now, don’t you? Getting your pussy filled like a little fuck toy?”

Numbly, I nodded. “I… yes, ma’am.”

“You did very well. I think you’ve earned your reward now.” She pressed her lips to mine, pinning me down to the bed, and I arched my hips against her as she trailed a hand down my front, slipping down between my thighs.

Christ. She was fucking incredible. She hovered over my face looking me in the eye while she swirled her fingers over my clit, and I gasped, pleaded for her to fuck me, my voice wildly beyond control. She slipped two fingers inside me effortlessly with how wet I was, slid slowly deeper until I’d taken her fingers fully, and she arched them lightly against my most sensitive spot, sending pleasure jolting out through me like a live wire, sparking and jerking, before she pulled out and thrust back in again, hard enough it felt like she’d push me backwards.

She didn’t waste any time, taking me relentlessly, hungrily, giving me no time to pause or catch my breath—pleasure flooded me and I felt the edges of my vision blur as she thrust in and out, driving me higher, telling me how to take it like a good girl, like a good little toy—

I lost it when she added her mouth, sucking on my clit while she thrust in and out of me. I heard myself cry out for half a second before Paisley clamped a hand over my mouth, and it only intensified the pleasure, sending me over the edge so hard that my vision melted away to white, my hearing gone and replaced with buzzing, my whole body falling apart into the all-consuming ecstasy of orgasm.

When she finished, coming up off of me and… out of me, she slid off the bed, untied my wrists, and collapsed back onto me, looking at me with that impossibly sweet, fond look in her eyes. I couldn’t move or say anything—nothing in my body worked right now, and I didn’t really want it to start working. I liked this. A lot.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispered, brushing a thumb over my cheek. I let out a long, shaky breath.

“Um… d-did you know I’m into… er…”

She smiled wider. “Into what?”

“Y-you know.” I turned my head away.

“I’m not gonna know if you don’t say it.”

“Being… muffled… like that.”

“Oh.” She laughed. “Um… nope! But I know now. I, uh, did it because I was pretty sure the entire rest of the park was going to hear you.”

Christ. I forgot we were in a treehouse. My face burned until there was no feeling left, just the prickling, and she rested her head on my chest, looking at me with that playful smile.

“But hey! Serendipity. Now I know. And I like knowing.”

“I, uh…” The slow realization of what we’d just done inched in, just like it had the other two times—a total bliss, a feeling like everything was right, but that aching sense somewhere far in the back of my head that this was not supposed to happen.

“Oh.” Paisley made a face. “I forgot to record it. That’s a shame.”

“Oh, uh—well. I mean, we don’t need to record every time…”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed. “I’d have watched the hell out of this one. God, that was so hot.”

“Um…” My face burned. I’d have, well… watched it a lot, too. I’d already touched myself far too many times to admit to the recording I had of the last time we… well.

“Go on,” Paisley said, voice light. “Say it.”

“Nothing. Just…”

She relaxed, lying on the tiny strip of bed next to me, propped up on her elbow. “You were thinking about how much you like that recording you have.”

“No!”

“Liar.”

“Ugh.” I turned my head away, blushing harder still. “I guess it was… on my mind.”

“Mm. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched our first one…”

“We—probably aren’t supposed to keep doing this anyway.”

I regretted it the second I’d said it. My chest tensed, like I’d stepped out onto the fragile surface and it started to crack, and there was an aching silence for a second before Paisley snorted. “Like I’ve ever done what I’m supposed to.”

That was more of a relief than it should have been. “I mean… fair enough.”

“Do you want to take a shower, or do you just want to crash with me all over your face?”

“Um.” I flushed. “You can go first, if you want. I, uh, need a minute longer to stand up.”

“It’s so cute how you get completely wiped out.” She stood up, bending to kiss my waist an inch below my navel, and she picked her clothes up off the floor. “I’ll just be a sec, then. If you fall asleep like this, do you want me to wipe your face? As pretty as you look like that, it might be bad for your skin.”

“Just, uh, you know, wake me up and I’ll take care of it.”

“Will do.” She just about skipped to the bathroom, looking for all the world like nothing could be better in life, and my chest ached watching her.

Why couldn’t I just do that too? Just stay here, keep doing whatever Paisley and I had been doing lately, keep kissing her, keep having sex, and be happy like she was?

I knew why. I just hated it. I hated whenever I resented it, but… I was resenting it.