Jaheim
After gently removing the electro probe from inside Harmony, I remove all restraints from her body, rubbing each wrist and ankle in turn. There hasn’t been any marks left on them, but I check – just in case. “Was that punishing enough?”
“Yeah…” Her eyes are closed and her breathing’s still ragged.
I take the pillows out from under her. “I’m just gonna rub some lotion into your skin, okay, Princess?”
“Uh, huh. Just give me a minute and I’ll get up.”
“You don’t have to.” She won’t be getting up; I know that, and so does she. She’s exhausted, but I expected it. A scene like that is just as mentally exhausting as it is physically, and electro play ain’t no joke. That shit is intense as fuck.
I give her two minutes.
I retrieve the soothing cream from the drawer and then sit beside her to work it into her skin. My dick throbs from the sight of all the raised marks caused by the paddle.
Caused by me.
I feel them beneath my palm as I massage her ass, but as much as I feel turned on by seeing the blemishes, there's a part of me somewhere that doesn't like this on her, and if it wasn't for her enjoying it so much, I would’ve stopped.
She wanted this, though. More than wanted this.
The remnants of the lotion blends away, so I kiss her shoulder and cover her with a spare cover from the closet. Then I watch her. I watch the blush on the cheek I can see disappear, listen to her breathing steady, her heartbeat calm and return to its usual beat.
She's fallen asleep.
“I...” I brush her hair away from her face. My chest aches, literally aches from the way I feel about her. “Goodnight, Beautiful.”
I've never spanked a woman so hard, but I keep forgetting that Harmony's stronger than most. She’ll never be submissive, but with her, it doesn’t even matter. I love how mouthy she is. How nasty her mouth is. How fiery her spirit is.
I had to have my women submissive in the past because of what I am. I needed to have them under such control so that I could control myself. But now, I don't.
Damn, I love her.
I can barely think of anything else. When I'm not with her, I'm thinking about her. When I'm not touching her, I'm desperate to. Even when she's in the same room as me, I miss her touch. She's everything I never thought I'd find, and as much as I was vexed with Davonyé for hurting my sister, and still am, I’ve gotta be grateful to him because of what he led me to.
Harmony might not be like me yet, but she will be, and the thought of someday being free of all the restraints I've placed on me and my life for the last eight years is already liberating.
It's life changing.
We own land together now and will soon have our own place, together. I never ever thought I'd settle down and be exclusive to one woman. The mere idea of sharing my life with someone, being my real self with someone, was something I had written off a long time ago.
But that’s all obtainable now, because of her. Because of my Princess.
I clean everything and put it away before leaving her to take a shower. She don't even know how close I was to pulling that electro probe out of her and replacing it with my dick. I keep telling her it won't be long, but I'm still anxious about it. I ain’t forgotten how it feels inside her for even a minute.
The tightest, warmest, slickest, heaven.
But it's not only the way she felt that’s got me concerned, it’s more the way she makes me feel. I was inside her for not even a minute, but the rush of feelings that overcame me frightened the hell out of me. The way she looked at me—through me—the way she touched me, and the way she smelt so good, fucked me up. And now that I know her for her mind and not just her body, I only feel those things harder.
So much harder.
I cum with a growl, not even realising what the fuck I was doing. Jesus, I ain’t made myself cum this much since I was fifteen…
I sit in the living room, still hard and still with Harmony on my mind. I spent so long in the shower that the water ran cold. I wanted to wake her and put her mouth to work, but I soon changed my mind and left her.
I don't understand how I can be missing someone who’s only in the next damn room.
But I do.
I check my phone after it vibrates and see a text from Carr. My gut turns; I wonder if Evette told her.
Carr: Hey, Bro. Came over to see you but you weren't in. When are you around? You work too much.
I guess Evette hasn't told her.
Yet.
Me: I'm away for a few weeks. Let you know when I'm back.
I dunno what I'm gonna do about this situation. I'm gonna be with Harmony no matter what now, so do I stay in contact with my family or not? I mean, I don't even age, so will I need to cut ties with Evette and Carr?
I'm thinking I need to meet the rest of Harmony's family so I can ask what they did. Are there rules to this shit that I need to abide by? Can I not tell them? Do I want to tell them? Would there be any point?
I'd never make them like me. No chance. I would never willingly turn someone into a ware. Besides, I know how badly Carisse wants to be a teacher, too, and she couldn't be if she was like me.
Maybe I should just cut them off? Maybe that's what you do when you find your mate. You cut all ties with the real world and immerse yourself in your new one.
My phone vibrates in my hand.
Carr: Alright. Love you.
Me: Love you, too.
I sigh. I need a distraction.
I open up my main Mac and see an email from Janelle.
Will you be attending the Hush evening in New York next weekend while you're there? If so, do you want me to make the arrangements?
I stare at the email. I need to view two properties in Manhattan, but the thought of leaving Harmony weighs heavy on my shoulders. I need to find out when her exams end and she's finished school. I want to take her with me.
Hello, Janelle,
I may attend. Not certain at present. Please make the arrangements as if I were. However, I will be taking company.
I'm breaking all my rules; Harmony ain’t even old enough to attend, but if she decides to come with me to New York, I might take her. I'll start slipping more toys into our intimate moments, then hopefully that will encourage her to ask me what I need her to.
I wanna tell her, I just don’t know how.
Watching the scenes don't interest me anymore, but seeing what Harmony thinks of everything that happens there does. I wonder what she'll think of that shit. I wonder if she'll let me do some of the more advanced acts with her.
When I think about her restrained in a harness or strapped to a bench while I pound into her, claiming her fully, my dick fucking hurts. I wanna know if she’ll let me cum inside her because we’re mates. I can't even remember how it feels to fuck without a rubber.
She made me use one before, so will she still make me? Is she on the pill or can wares not use contraception? I need to ask her. I need to know. It’s gonna be hard enough to be inside her and keep my shit under control, but if I ain't wearing a rubber, I already know I ain't gonna be able to pull out. Especially with how tight her pussy is.
Jesus...
***
“Good luck,” I say to Harmony as she readies to leave the car. The campus is busier this morning, so I’ve parked in a bay.
She smiles as she picks her bag up from the footwell. “I told you, I don't need it.”
“Still, I’m wishing you it anyway.”
She gives me another quick kiss. “Thank you.”
She reaches for the door handle, but I rest a hand on her arm. “Princess?”
Her eyes return to mine. “Yeah, Boo?”
“I think I'm ready to meet your family.”
She nods. “Okay. When?”
“This weekend?”
“Alright. I'll message my Uncle. You're sure?”
Am I sure? I nod. “Yeah.” May as well get it over with.
She smiles, and I lean over to run my thumb over her lips. They aren't so swollen anymore, not like they were when we left the house. She gave me head twice; said it was a thank you for last night...
-
“I've decided I'm gonna disobey you more often,” she said as we got in the shower.
I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her closer. “And why is that?”
Her eyes lightened. “Because, that shit was hot. If that's punishment, I've been missing out. Maybe harder next time, though, so I can remember it every time I sit down the next day.”
I felt conflicted, but my excitement at what she’d said won out. “Your wish is my command.”
She ran her hands over my chest, blinking the water from her eyes. “I really liked what we did... How can I make it up to you for falling asleep?”
My dick throbbed as I kissed her, my feelings for her were overwhelming me. I wished so badly that I could lose myself inside her, but I settled on the next best thing.
I released her mouth and she whimpered from the loss. “On your knees, Princess.”
She dropped to them straight away, and I had to rest my hands against the tiles from how vigorously she sucked my dick. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself while she pleasured me, and I almost shifted when she came. She sucked the cum straight out of me, too, leaving my head even more fucked up than it already was.
She didn't even stop after I erupted down her throat. She got right back at it again, but that time, I took her to the bedroom and devoured her body until she shook and cried my name.
No toys, just us.
-
She captures my hand and holds it against her cheek. “I'm gonna miss you.”
“Me, too,” I tell her, already feeling the loss of her presence around me.
“You'll pick me up at one?”
I nod, resisting the urge to kiss her again.
“Text me and I'll ignore it so you can punish me again.”
My dick hardens to the point of pain. “Jesus, you’re driving me crazy.”
She gives me a mischievous smile. “That's the plan, Sexy.” She rests a single kiss on my lips before finally leaving the car.
I watch her walk away, but she suddenly turns around, and while walking backwards, suggestively slides a hand between her legs before turning back around.
It takes everything in me not to jump out the car and drag her back to the apartment.