Page 34 of The Assistant
I walk to the bathroom door and push it open, relieved to see she didn’t lock it. Harper is in the shower with steam rising all around her, holding her hair under the water as it runs over her.While her eyes are still closed, I climb in the shower behind her and press my hands against her hips.
She doesn’t jump or act surprised to see me, but she looks over her shoulder with her lips upturned in a subtle smile. Harper wants me here, and I can see it, but instead of sinking into me, she takes a step forward and moves away.
“I was just finishing, anyway,” Harper says, attempting to move around me to step out of the shower and leave. I know she told me last night that this isn’t a good idea, that she thinks we’re moving a little too quickly. But that’s not what I think. I think she is in my control for an entire year. I think Harper is mine: mind, body, and spirit.
I stand in front of the shower door and shake my head, not letting her walk out. Harper raises her eyebrows at me and tries to think of something to say to convince me otherwise.
“We’ll be late for work,” she says.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say, letting my hands roam her body as I guide her away from the glass door. She doesn’t fight back, but her eyes linger on the handle before she looks up at me.
My cock is already standing completely upright, and Harper takes notice of it. I would give anything for her to be on her knees for me right now, but I know that might not ever be a possibility with her. It’s such a shame, too, as her lips are perfect. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it might be like for them to be wrapped around my cock.
I grab the bottle of body wash from the corner shelf and lather it in my hands. Harper just watches as I move it closer to her, starting on her shoulders as I massage it into her skin. It smellslike jasmine and cherry blossoms, sweet and delicate, just like Harper.
I turn her around and pull her closer to me as I work the soap along her body. I trace it over her curves, rubbing it over her belly and back before focusing my attention on her breasts.
Her nipples are hard peaks as I touch them, and a small moan escapes her throat when I run my hands along them. Her breath quickens, and I feel the goosebumps on her skin. My cock rises against her ass as she presses it harder against me. She wants me to relieve her, to bend her over now and fuck her while I play with her tits.
Hell, I’d like that too.
I lower my hands on her body and slowly move them between her legs. She gasps when my fingers come in contact with her swollen clit.
“Your pussy is already so wet for me,” I whisper in her ear. Her breath is ragged as I massage her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Harper finally says, trying to move away from me. I grip her tighter and hold her against me, letting her feel just how turned on I am for her. I press my hips against her to tease my cock just a bit, and I feel her muscles contract from the tension.
“I think you should do whatever I tell you to,” I say in her ear before pulling my hand from between her legs and grabbing her hips. I turn her around and press her against the shower wall hard enough that she gasps. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she looks at me with a shocked expression. “Your pussy is mine, Harper. I get to play with it whenever I want to.”
I push her legs apart with my feet and slide my hands back down her soap-slicked body. Harper just stares at me with wide eyes as I slide my hand between her legs, brushing briefly against her clit before letting my fingers fill her.
I use two of my fingers to stretch her out and watch her face as her eyes flutter shut, and she tries to fight the pleasure she feels growing between her legs.
“Nobody else is ever allowed to touch you like this,” I whisper while I slide my fingers in and out of her and let the pleasure swell. I brush my thumb over her clit and savor the quiet whimper she makes as her entire body tenses. I pull it away just as quickly, and her eyes open with a silent plea to continue. “Tell me that no man will ever make you come the way I do.”
She moans and bites her lip, not wanting to give in to this. I tease her again, giving her a taste of what she’s waiting for, and when I pull away, I see the desperation in her eyes.
“Tell me your pussy is all mine, Harper. No one else’s. Only I get to touch you like this,” I say again, using my free hand to brush it against her hard nipple.
She’s fighting hard against me, and it only makes me want to prolong this even more. My cock is aching, and I’d give anything to ram it inside of her and fuck her until she passes out.
“Say it, Harper,” I demand as I stop moving altogether and listen as she desperately pleads with me to keep pleasuring her.
She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip, clearly debating whether she needs to give in to this pressure. As I feel her body shaking, I know it’s only a matter of time before she gives in.
“Nobody else,” Harper eventually cries out as I thrust my fingers back inside her and feel her pussy clamp down on them. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.”
My cock is leaking and desperate for relief, but before I do anything else, I have to feel her coming once again. I don’t stop until she’s crying out and moaning with her head tossed back against the wall. She lifts her leg to give me easier access, and I move my fingers faster, swirling my thumb around her clit.
By the time she settles down, I’m ready to lift her up and pin her against the wall to fuck her silly, but my second alarm goes off on my phone. It echoes through the bathroom, and I can’t stand here and let that continue, so I reluctantly back away from her.
Harper’s legs are shaky as she steps out of the shower and towels off, but she doesn’t say anything to me. I turn off the alarm and sigh, knowing that I’ll just have to fuck her another time because it’s too late now.
She goes to her room to get dressed, and I finish showering while I let my cock deflate. Both of us grab quick breakfasts to scarf down in the car while we ride in silence to the office.
Not long after I settle in, my phone rings, and I see it’s my dad once again. I almost decide not to answer it. Lately, the only news he’s been giving me is bad, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that this is going to have something to do with Malik.
But I know if I don’t answer this call, he’s going to call again. And if I don’t answer that one, the cycle continues. I reluctantly pick up the receiver and press it to my ear.
