Page 63 of Hired Help

Tears continue to flow, obstructing each breath, and I push against his thigh again, harder this time, trying to break free for long enough to cough my lungs out and get a decent breath.

“If you use those hands for anything except cupping my balls, I’m going to pin them against the wall, understand me?”

And that terrifies me enough that I comply, fondling him instead, my fingers circling his base to offer a counterpart to his thrusts inside me, restricting how deep he can go, finally giving me a chance to snatch small breaths as I meet his fierce rhythm.

“Harrison?”

He almost falls out of me as he turns, Everett striding into my peripheral vision. For a second, Harrison grabs the back of my head, forcing himself deeper, impossibly deep as my world closes to a pinhole.

Then he withdraws, tugging my hair back, my lips making a popping noise as he pulls free.

There’s a moment where he meets my eyes. A second where he looks at me like he used to, igniting an ache worse than any other torment he could inflict on me. Then he steps back, turning to his friend, saying, “You want a turn?” and my brain misfires.

Everett moves closer and my body finds a new stock of adrenaline, shooting it into my veins until every cell in my body vibrates. With fear but also with excitement.

I have no clue what’s going to happen next.

“I’ve bolted the other set of doors to hold off her friends, but you need to cool it.” There’s a short pause while Everett’s eyes linger on me, tracing where saliva plasters hair to my cheek, smiling softly as he memorises each detail. “She doesn’t look into it, man.”

Harrison rests his hand on my head, stroking my hair. The movement I always thought a waste of time is soothing, easing away the last of my fear. “She’s into it, aren’t you, Brooke?”

I can’t see the knife any longer. My knees ache from the hard floor as I stare deep into his eyes through a film of watery tears.

“The bell will go soon,” Everett says as he inches closer. “We should head to class.”

“Stand up,” Harrison whispers, and I scramble to fulfil his request. “Turn around,” he adds. “I don’t want to see your face.”

The slap of that remark makes my cheeks burn but I obey, turning to face the wall, closing my eyes as I rest my forehead against the thick soundproofing panels. He reaches around to cup my chin, breath warming my cheek, cock hard against my hip, then he releases his hold and moves back a step.

“Lift your skirt. Everett’s staying to supervise so show him how much you want to be here.”

My heart doesn’t know what to do. Misfiring and skipping beats until my pulse is erratic, making me uncomfortably aware of each mistimed thump.

But I obey him, pressing against the wall harder, until my forehead aches. I open my eyes, sneaking glances over my shoulder as I hitch up my skirt, inch by inch. Everett shuffles closer to Harrison, surveying the view from next to his friend, rubbing his forefinger over his top lip.

Harrison’s voice turns gruffer as he says, “Now pull your underwear down.”

A cord attaches to my core, tugging until I can feel it in my clit, my nipples, my tightening throat.

I slowly hook under the elastic, dragging them down over long seconds while Everett’s gaze rests on me, locking to mine while I remember the blade glinting in Harrison’s hand.

“See?” Harrison takes over the heavy lifting on my dress, yanking it upward when it would have fallen to cover me. “This is all Brooke wants, isn’t it? She’s gagging for it so much, night and day, she even pays for it.”

His cock nudges my arse as he lets go of the fabric and cups my pussy, grinding as he forces me hard against him, turning me, aiming me towards his friend.

“Do you want my friend to have a turn?” I shake my head and his voice becomes mocking. “Don’t worry. I’ll negotiate a good discount on your behalf.”

Everett laughs while saliva dries to a thin film over my cheeks, my chin. My mouth is so dry it won’t work but I shake my head again, wishing I didn’t have a pulse of arousal growing stronger between my legs. A gush of wetness flows until my pussy is heavy, waterlogged.

The tangle inside my head grows thicker, more complex. Every second that passes, less of me wants this to end.

“Why don’t you say the magic word?” Harrison voice is a low rumble in my ear, more vibration than vocal. It judders along the pathways of my existing arousal, turning every volume control to the max.

He rubs the head of his cock against me. There’s a shift as his leans his torso away to look at himself, teasing me with his tip while my spit dries on his shaft.

He doesn’t repeat himself. He doesn’t need to. I twist my face away from Everett, closing my eyes against the shame as I obediently whisper, “Please.”

And in a second, Harrison’s inside me, bucking with such a quick and savage rhythm that my entrance screams in protest while the rest of my pussy screams in ecstasy. The frantic pace hits every spot, turning my arousal into a deep-seated need. Until I can’t bear for him to stop or slow down.

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