“Did I say you could have more?” He chastises.
“No.” I sag and look up at him with a plea hanging from my lips.
“No, what?”
“No sir.” I whisper.
“Such a quick learner, Harpy. Stand for me and bend over the table.”
Naturally, an argument wants to escape but I swallow it down and obey anyway, curious as to just how far he’ll take it. I have to stand on the tips of my toes for my torso to lay flat against the conference table.
“Harpy?” Max asks, again in that octave that drives me mad. “Tonight, you will learn just how sweet your life can be if you will just finally submit to me. Or you can witness the hell I can rain upon you if you keep up this defiant behavior. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I breathe, just before a hand slams against my ass with a punishing blow. “Yes sir!” I correct with a wince.
Without haste, he pulls down my pants exposing my bare ass. The cold air in the room suddenly feels warm and thick and I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy and smearing between my thighs.
His cock lines up at my entrance and another whine leaves my mouth, but it quickly turns into a gasp as he pushes between the lips and deep inside of me, “Fuck.” I moan.
Max’s hand holds my head against the wood of the table, and he begins to fuck me hard from behind. Sliding in and out at a brutal pace, and I can feel him pulsing into that spot inside of me that lights a fire behind my eyes.
“You.” he slams into me and pulls out. “Will”.Slam. “Learn.”Slam. My cries fill the room as he punctuates each thrust with a punishing thrust.
He lets my head go free, but as soon as I lift it and take a deep breath, both of his hands wrap around and his fingers hook into the corners of my mouth, using the new grip on me as leverage to pump deeper into me. His pace quickens and I know that my cries have become completely unintelligible and pathetic by the sounds of this unsympathetic coos. “I thought you could handle it, Harpy? Not feeling so powerful now?”
I cry out again, feeling suddenly close to falling over the edge. Panic rushes through me, not prepared for the explosion waiting just behind my belly button.
“Please,” I cry. Well, at least it kind of sounds like please.
“Shh,” He hushes, continuing to hit my deepest walls. “I’ve got you.” And with one, two, three more thrusts I jump from the ledge and plummet to my demise that can only be described as a state of nirvana as the stars behind my eyes burst into new undiscovered galaxies.
A scream leaves me, as the jolt of lightning surges through my limbs and I feel just as though I might actually break into a million little pieces. I let myself shatter for him, knowing that he may put me back together but willing to risk the loss of the pieces I know he’ll keep for himself.
It’s at this moment I know that I never stood a chance, I belong to all of them. Teddy, Brandon, Dean. And now Max. Teddy owns my body, Dean owns my soul, Brandon owns my spirit, and Max now owns my mind. It’s a freeing feeling to know that I can let go and just be theirs. To wholly, willfully, and blissfully let them own every part of me.
My body shakes as Max pulls out of me, and he turns me around to face him. I know that I already look a mess but with the glint in his eyes, I know that I’m nowhere near done.
“That’s one, Harpy.” He takes my chin between his thumb and pointer to meet his gaze directly. “We have at least seven more to go.”
39
Fundamental Physics
Max
I stare down at Zoe, seemingly already breaking apart just for me. However, I am nowhere near done. She’s splayed before me, arms stretched horizontally flat against the conference table and her back is lifting slowly as she takes in a few deep breaths. I find her quaking legs quite adorable. She is always so strong, so fierce, I want to see her melt. I want her to bend, to mold. For me.
“Stand for me but keep your back to me.” I demand. Slowly she rolls herself up and judging by the way she rolls her shoulders back, she knows she can take more. “Good, now strip for me.” My Harpy is learning quickly, and I can’t say I’m disappointed in the slightest. She kicks off her boots, followed by her socks, then she's able to wiggle completely out of her pants. It’s not until she unclips her harness that I realize she is still armed. She places both guns flat on the table before she lets the holster drop to the floor. She is slow at first but eventually grabs the bottom hem of her top and slides it up her body.
The sight of her pale skin brightening the lowly lit room should be a painting, hung in a museum for millions to travel across seas to visit. I take a bated breath as I stare at her shape from behind. Her hands hang at her sides, and she has yet tomove outside of my instruction, until her fingers begin to twitch and tap against her bare thigh.
“Get on all fours.” I command, and again she obliges without second guessing me. Maybe just making her come has made her compliant, but I can’t wait to see her shatter for me. “Do you remember where my special room is?” I ask.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then crawl to it for me.” I smirk, knowing this will test her patience. Her skin flushes a pretty shade of pink, and I see her breathing pause. As if she’s psyching herself up, she nods to herself and makes her way towards the door. I push the door open only to reveal my three brothers just waiting in the hall, clearly eavesdropping. I bite back a smile, not wanting to spoil it for Zoe.
Her eyes are trained on the floor, and it’s not until a whistle leaves Brandon’s lips that she freezes, finally aware of their presence. “Don’t look, and don’t you dare stop. Those eyes are for me alone tonight. Now crawl.” I ordered.
