I look down from the couch, and he gasps like a fish straight out of water. Harry must pay for messing with me last night, and it is clear. Clear we should reside in the same bed.
Meanwhile… The day is looking up, and it has only just begun.
32
HARRISON
The lunatic vixen lets me look after William for meals, but other than that, she works me hard. When I am not at her beck and call, she has me serve her orally.
My revenge will be driving her. Driving her into my mattress. Into the tables. And against the walls.
All the walls.
By late afternoon, the only way I can deal with her is to do what I did in Japan. Tire her out. And for lack of a better way to put it, to out-fuck her and exhaust her.
To survive the day, I pump smoothies and energy drinks into myself.
After endless months of abstaining from sex, I am enjoying the madness of it. In saying that, there needs be a limit, and there is no way out.
Again, the only way is to keep her so exhausted from coming, she is unable to think straight and come up with more crazy demands.
I have already been told to wear a uniform when in my penthouse apartment.
That being my long, black polo boots and a black bow tie. Nothing else. That had been thebreaking point.
As I bury myself inside her again, and with my black polished boots on, I ride her harder than I’ve fucked anyone in my life.
As she lies gasping, half unconscious, after she’s come twice in twenty minutes, I continue.
I know she is conscious because she is gasping, mumbling, sweating, and panting.
It may sound harsh, but it is the only way. The only way to make her stop.
After another twenty minutes of making her tight wet pussy mine, I pause. “Have you had enough now?”
There is silence.
“What?”
“You had enough?” I growl, losing patience and energy.
“Never!” she slurs.
The defiant, crazy woman is then pounded harder as I drive into her.
After another half hour, I flip her over. I thumb her clit as I rock into her. She moans and wiggles her tight butt against me. It’s almost too much, even for me.
I decide to formally try tobreak her.To break the wild mustang in.“You need to learn the hard way!” I growl, starting to get really pissed.
Sam looks back at me through some kind of come-high haze. I gulp, realizing she is not normal.
“Never.”
I shake my head, and there is no other way. I lay into her with a ruthless abandon. Enough is enough, and I march her towards another orgasm. I must leave her in a pile, and I must do this to her: show her who the boss is!
As I lifther head and stick the straw in her mouth, I huff unimpressed, “Drink.”
She does, and then she rolls over, half gone. “Enough is enough,” I say.
