Page 31 of The Assistant
I do some digging online about Dave to see where he is now and what he’s up to. He’s still a big fish in the Los Angeles real estate market selling multi-million-dollar homes to the rich and famous. His social media profiles are filled with him taking selfies at award shows and backstage at concerts, always pointing to the celebrity in question with a big, wide smile.
He looks like a fucking idiot.
I freeze on a picture of him with his new wife and stepdaughter. It’s supposed to be a sweet Mother’s Day post thanking his new wife for being such an incredible caretaker. He mentions how happy he is to be a father for the first time in his life. I can’t help but wonder if he looks at his new stepdaughter the same way he looked at Harper.
Now that I’m confident I know who this fucker is, I can start planning the fun part. What am I going to do to hurt him? I’m going to find a way to make him pay for what he did. He’s going to regret ever even thinking about Harper after I’m done with him.
I know a lot of people. There are many possibilities. I could do something as simple as leak a story to his wife, so she leaves him, causing a public divorce. I could potentially ruin his entire career by telling everyone about what happened. Of course, that would involve spreading Harper’s story without her consent, and I doubt she’d want that.
I could gather some friends and pay him a visit at night. Maybe he could have a taste of his own medicine, but that’s a little brutal for my taste.
It would be easy to just kill him. Sure, he would be a high-profile victim, and there would be an investigation. But everybody has a price. Every police officer, district attorney, and criminal detective has a dream for a better life. They might say they want justice, but they only want justice when no one’s offering them comfort.
I’m staring at a picture of Dave on the computer and daydreaming about how I’m going to make his life a living hell when two light knocks sound on my office door.
“Come in,” I say, quickly closing my laptop screen and pushing it to the side. Harper walks in with a slight smile on her face and looks around the office before taking a seat across from me. “What’s going on?”
“I finished everything on the list this morning,” Harper says, handing me a folded piece of paper that had a few tasks written down on it. I’ve been keeping her at home doing some maintenance to my schedule and housework, just to keep her close. I tried to think of some things to take up most of her day, but of course I didn’t take into account that she’s a ridiculously efficient worker. If she wasn’t forced to work for me this year, I would be highly inclined to offer her a handsome salary to continue.
“You did that rather quickly. I hope everything is up to my standards,” I say, hoping it might send her back to double-check her work and buy me some more time.
“Trust me, I’ve already triple-checked everything. Got anything else for me or can I be done for the day?” There’s a hint of hope in her voice that makes me want to tell her she can go.
I know that this contract is cruel, and I didn’t question it at first because I was looking forward to torturing her. But now I know I’m supposed to be her guardian to keep her chaste for Malik. That ship has sailed, but I still want to protect her.
I lean back in my chair and think for a minute, trying to search my brain for any little thing to make her do that’s going to take up sometime. A smile grows on my face when I think of the perfect idea. Harper watches me as I scoot back in my chair and pat my desk with my hands.
“I need you to take your pants off, sit on my desk, and let me eat you out,” I say, resting my elbows casually on the chair while I watch her. She looks at me with a smile rising at the corner of her lips, trying to debate whether or not this is something she wants to do.
She eventually decides she’s not going to fight this, and stands up, unzipping her skirt at the side and dropping it to the ground before taking a seat on my desk with her legs spread wide open for me.
I stare at the beautiful sight splayed out before me with a smile on my face. Harper raises an eyebrow as she leans back and waits for me to explore her more.
“Have you been thinking about what my mouth feels like against you?” I ask as I grab her thighs with my hands and push her legs further apart.
“It’s crossed my mind,” Harper replies nervously.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about tasting you again,” I say, inching closer to the glorious spot between her thighs. She shivers when she feels my breath hot against her, and I gently lap my tongue against her lips.
I moan when I get a taste of her, and I spear my tongue through her folds to swirl it around her clit. She’s already wet, and with every flick of my tongue, I feel how her arousal grows.
My cock strains against my pants, begging me to unleash it and shove it fully inside her. I want to feel her clamping around me, throbbing as her orgasm takes control. But before I do that, I need her to come on my tongue. I want to taste every ounce of pleasure I give her.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” Harper moans out, her fingers intertwining with my hair as she holds me close.
I reach a hand up to climb up her shirt as I let my tongue swirl around her, teasing her and bringing her closer to her orgasm. I find her bra, and I pull it down, freeing her tits for me to squeeze and massage. Her moans only increase as I guide the pleasure out of her.
It doesn’t take long before I take the small bud of her clit between my lips and suck on it, heightening every sensation as my tongue flicks back and forth. She cries out as the orgasm wracks her body. My entire desk is shaking as she grips the corners and braces herself against it.
“Fuck yes, Dawson!” she cries out, not bothering to keep quiet as she comes.
When she finally calms down, I pull my mouth away from her and lick my lips, savoring her arousal on my tongue. She’s about to stand up and go about her day, carrying on as if nothinghappened when I stop her. I wag my finger in front of me and stand up, lowering my pants so she can see how hard I already am.
“Now that you’re good and wet, I get to fuck you,” I say, ripping open the buttons on her blouse so I can see her tits bounce as I pound myself inside her. She bites her lip and spreads her legs wider, giving me enough space to position myself between them fully. “Good girl, open wide for me. I want to feel you coming on my cock again. I want to make you squirm, knowing no other man ever gets to feel this.”
She looks away from me apprehensively, and I grab her face to force her to look at me while I shove my full length inside her. She cries out and gasps when I fill her, and I already feel her pussy clenching as her pleasure increases.
“You like how I fill you up?” I ask, thrusting in and out of her while I watch her start to lose herself in the pleasure. She nods, moaning out an unintelligible cry.
