Hollow Hearts (The Harkwright Trilogy)

“Unlike some of the others here, I prefer the ladies I’m with to get as much enjoyment as I do. You can be sore about the game room as much as you like, but I’m curious about you and I don’t like being curious. So come on Thirty-Four, I’m going to burn the curiosity right out of me,” his words are awfully jarring and I can’t help the jolt of fear that passes through me, I have no idea what is about to happen.

Is he leading me away to fuck me? I wonder if he fucks as dirty as I imagine Aeron does. No, dangerous train of thought and I really need to stop fixating on him. Just because he showed me a bit of attention, I’m better than that or at least, I hope I am.

He leads me down the north wing again, but we walk past the game room this time. We don’t stop until we come to a door with his name on a plaque above the door.

Leading me into his room, he drags me over to the sofa he has in here, I don’t really take anymore in as he knocks me off my feet and settles himself on his knees in front of me. He trails his hand down the front of my blouse, flicking the buttons open slowly, one by one.

“Are you going to sleep with me?” I ask softly, terrified that he’ll say yes.

“Seriously, if you’re going to ask that question you can at least say the word fuck,” damn but it sounds good hearing him curse.

“I don’t swear,” not vocally at least, not that I’m going to add that last part.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you right now but I do want to see what all the fuss is about,” he replies, confusing me as he finishes on the buttons and pulls me forward by my wrist.

A rush of air passes out of me as he slides my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, but he leaves my wrists tangled inside as he pushes me back down. My blouse tightens behind me, trapping my wrists at my sides.

He places his fingers on my stocking covered ankle before trailing them up until they reach the hem of my skirt, sliding it up my thighs until it’s pushed up around my hips.

He stands up and looks down at my body before walking off and I almost feel like whimpering as I’m laid here bared to him, and... he simply walks away.

Am I supposed to stay here? Leave? I haven’t got a fucking clue what he’s expecting me to do. I go to sit up when a hand falls on my shoulder and pushes me back down. My eyes connect with his and I feel as though I could lose myself within their amber depths.

“I needed you to prove a point and you played your part well,” he grins down at me and I choke back the scathing remarks that want to pour forth, and instead I say, “you used me.”

“Of course I did, you signed up to be our plaything and we’ll continue to use you until the day you leave. Why act so surprised?” Does he really want me to answer that? It’s absurd.

“I-I…” taking a deep breath, I try to calm my breathing and seek out a calm place within the storm brewing inside me. “I knew you would use my body for your own pleasure, I just didn’t realize you would use me in other ways. Does it m-m-make you feel good, h-hurting others?”

“Close your eyes Tiny One, don’t open them or move and feel free to say yes sir,” his words are reminiscent of what Aeron had said to me before he came into the room and showed me the kind of pleasure a flower could bring.

I take one last look at him before closing my eyes and I hear footsteps trailing away, a clinking noise fills the air before the footsteps come closer. I swallow hard, my hands trembling, and I would give anything to be able to see what is about to happen. This is fucking torture.

“You’ll be used by so many of us, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use us right back,” his lips brush against my ear before something soft runs across my cheek. “I watched as Aeron brushed that flower across your eager little body and I saw how close you came to falling apart. Let’s see what silk does to you and maybe if you’re lucky, I won’t stop before the best part.”

The silk is as soft as the petals of that flower and it’s true what they say about your senses becoming more heightened when one is taken away. My lips part on a soft sigh as he drags it down my neck and traces the length of my collarbone. The next path it takes is across my shoulder before being dragged down the length of my arm before coming to a rest on the side of my hand.

“Although the blouse is getting in the way, I enjoy knowing you can’t move your arms. Things are about to get very interesting,” it falls out on a chuckle that zooms through me, but my attention returns to the silk and how it travels down my thigh.

My breathing becomes more ragged when he moves onto the other, trailing it up until it moves to my other arm and it doesn’t stop moving until it’s lying across my right shoulder this time. I gasp as it dances across the tops of my breasts, and I find myself wishing my bra wasn’t in the way as he trails down over my ribs causing my stomach to dip.

I feel so fucking sensitive right now but he takes away the silk and I cry out softly, knowing that yet again I’m going to be left wanting. Although I’m not supposed to want anything from them, Am I? Shouldn’t I just be resigned to my fate, not enjoying it?

“I’ve always been a fan of the front clasping bras, now remember you can say yes sir. Just wait for the question,” he chuckles again as my bra opens and bares my chest to him. I want to pull away, shield myself, but I can’t.

The silk grazes over my nipples and I can’t stop myself from arching my chest, pushing it up higher. His chuckle inflames me but also makes my face burn with embarrassment. The silk drags across my peaked nipples before dragging down to my navel and then… it’s gone. As quickly as that, guess I won’t get to experience any relief. He really is just intent on torturing me, asshole. The clinking sound fills the room again before a set of ice cold lips trail down my collarbone.

“Ahhh,” I can’t breathe, I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. How is this for his benefit? He can’t be getting anything out of it. Unless this is just the next step in his torture, drawing out my ultimate embarrassment before walking away and leaving me a needy mess on his couch.

“This stays between us, Tiny One. No one else will know. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” I stammer, wondering what he’s about to do to make such a demand. Because it sure as hell wasn’t a request.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir,” I wonder if you can die from embarrassment?

“Good girl,” it isn’t said mockingly, if anything it sounds like… praise.