Page 19 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

HARPER

T rent takes me home instead of back to the office, and the phone call he made gave me enough information to retreat. He clocks every inch I put between us, and I doubt he’s surprised when I march through the house away from him.

I’m so sick of being moved around like a pawn.

I take a long, hot shower and walk around in my towel until my hair is dried.

Trent only catches a glimpse of me, going still until I leave the room again.

When Grant and Oliver come home, the three of them have a closed-door meeting. About me. And I hate that I’m not privy to it.

I’m ready to rage at whoever happens upon me first because I’m still pacing the building. Although now, I’ve slunk into one of Trent’s oversized shirts. No bra. Just panties.

They’re lucky I’m not strutting around here naked. Let them try to handle me then.

The thought of me raging, nude, at them has me smiling a little to myself.

To rile them up even further, I’m walking through their floors, their rooms, and touching their things.

Grant’s the one who comes for me—or maybe it’s simply that I’m in his space. He has me blocked in, cornering me on the balcony off his room. His nostrils flare, but he stops in the doorway, taking in my legs first. Making a long line up my thighs. Pausing at my free-swinging breasts.

The way his mouth purses is beautiful, and he meets my gaze with a deep, simmering heat. His nostrils flare. “If you’re going to live under our roof, you’re going to have to obey our rules.”

I cock my hip to the side, hands at my waist to make the hem of my shirt ride up. I’m barely covered, and the way his jaw tenses and his eyes dip, I’m feeling the slightest bit of power shift.

“What rules?”

Grant steps out from the doorway, closing the distance between us. His mouth presses against the shell of my ear. “Go to your room, baby girl.”

Fuck, did he have to sound so hot saying that?

My nipples pebble under the shirt, and I barely catch his gaze dropping to take them in. Biting back my smile, I wait for him to retreat and revel in his nearness for a few long seconds before he backs away.

I hesitate, lingering until he shoots me a look, so I take slow steps across his floor. He doesn’t push me to go any faster, but he’s on my tail the entire way. A step behind me.

Grant follows me into my room, and I spot new items on my bed. It’s a set of pajamas.

I spin in place and lift a brow at him.

“New rules. That’s what you’re going to wear to bed. You have six other sets in the top left drawer of your dresser.”

I cross my arms under my chest.

“You’re going to be in bed before eleven. No more wandering around in our personal space unless you’re invited.”

I finger the fabric of the sleep set on my bed. It’s a light blue fabric with little flowers on it.

Grant steps closer, and I can feel every inch of his presence.

“You’ll make my coffee every morning and have it delivered to me by six-thirty. Then, you’ll kneel beside my desk, hands in your lap, until I give you permission to move.”

I lift my gaze back to him, not bothering to hide how much I enjoy the idea of that.

“Then, I’ll approve what you’ll be wearing to the office, where you will behave.”

“I always behave.”

Another step closer, which forces me to tip my chin up to keep his gaze. “No bending over to show off your ass to the men. No leaning in to hang your breasts in the employees’ faces. No winking at them as you saunter by. No more distracting them.”

“So I’m a distraction?”

His pupils dilate.

“You’re not going to snoop around anymore. No more sneaking into the file room, no more digging in the computer system, no more being left to your own devices.”

Of course, he doesn’t address my question.

“You will eat lunch in the building. Preferably with Sunny.”

“Because you have no respect for my personal space or privacy.”

Those nostrils flare again, and god that mouth. I desperately want to lean up and bite him.

“You’ll come home straight after work in a company car and remain there until it’s time to go back to work.”

“Any more rules for when I get home? Should I shower immediately? Get dressed in my new little girl jammies and…”

A final step, and he’s so close that I’m trembling from the restraint.

“You’ll do as we say when you’re in our house.”

“Or what? You’ll spank me again?”

He smirks at the hopeful tone of my voice. His authority presses over me as he uses his size and proximity and that damn confident silence.

Grant gives me one solid swat on my already aching ass, and my yelp has us both breathing heavily.

“Get changed and get in bed.”

“It’s still early.”

“Do as you’re told, Harper.”

I pout at him, then get bold, pulling down my underwear under my oversized shirt. His eyes sparkle with leashed energy and hands clenched into white knuckles.

Then, I strip Trent’s shirt over my head, showing off my bare breasts as he watches. I push them together with my elbows, wiggling and exaggerating my movements so that they jiggle and sway as I finish pulling the shirt down my arms.

My nipples are so hard and aching for his touch.

He doesn’t move to touch me though, but his gaze does rove over every inch of my exposed flesh.

I swear he has murder in his eyes as I finally cover myself back up.

Grant leans in as I blink innocently up at him. “Bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I slip into it, watching the darkness fill his features before he retreats.

He shuts off my light, but the day is still streaming into my room. Bed without dinner. Another punishment, but it’s not like I didn’t snack pretty much the entire time I’ve been home. Anxiety manifests that way for me most times.

As the light wanes, I catch the reflection of a lens in one of the abstract decor items across the room. I crawl out of bed to examine it.

Definitely a camera. And for some reason, I’m sure Oliver is watching me through it.

Riled up from the day, I pull it free and settle it on the desk across from the bed. It’s the perfect view for him to watch the show I’ve got in mind for him.

I prop myself on the corner of the desk, pressing the rounded edge against my silky-covered mound. It hits my clit, and I let out the whisper of a moan. I haven’t been comfortable enough to take the toys out of the spot I hid them day one.

And I’ve always had a high libido.

My hips gyrate, teasing myself with small touches until the pleasure grows into something with a little weight. Teeth pinching my bottom lip, I let out another soft moan.

Can Oliver hear me, too?

God, that thought makes me even more aroused. I groan this time, sinking harder into the wood to get a spike of pain that burns me a little brighter.

I retreat to slip off my shorts, and I press myself bare over that beveled edge.

My bruised ass sends a renewed pang of soreness through my muscles. It amps up the pleasure, and my breath comes a little harder.

I picture Oliver in his room, that computer chair propped in front of four monitors. Yes, he has four. Front and center shows the upshot of me grinding from the camera I found, but the other three are other shots from the room.

Because I’m not an idiot. I know this place is bugged to the nines.

He’s probably sprawled out in that chair, legs wide like he can’t muster the energy to sit up straight. Hands on his thighs as he watches me, seeing everything. Oliver always sees everything.

I keep things slow to give him a better show. And honestly, I just give into the burn of pleasure.

What would it take to get him hard? To have him take himself in his hand for me? To have him search for the pleasure of denying us both touch? To prolong the build up until one of us breaks?

Fuck, I want him to be turned on by watching me.

I slip each strap of my top off my shoulders, but the top doesn’t fall. I have to peel it down one breast first, then the other. Exposing them to air conditioning has my nipples drawn up and tight.

Every little thrust of my hips bounces them a little and tightens my skin a little further. I gasp and moan.

Static crackles in a hidden speaker nearby.

“Don’t come until I say.”