Page 89 of Riot's Thorn
“I want you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“What?”
“Parker has made it clear she doesn’t want to be with you, and you just keep putting the moves on her. It’s rude, so I’m here to remind you of your manners.”
“Wait, you’re here about Parker?” He chuckles. “You shouldn’t have said anything because now I know who you are.”
“If you know who I am, then you know who I belong to. So, unless you want to start something you can’t finish, I suggest you keep your trap shut.”
“You can’t hurt me. Do you know who my father is?”
“I do. I also know there have been insider trading allegations against him that, so far, haven’t been proven. But my computer guy was able to do some digging and copy some files that might help get a conviction. Are you willing to risk that?” Those are all lies, and I have no idea if there have been any such allegations. It was just a guess, but judging by his pinched expression, I was spot on.
“So, what? You want me to quit? Done. She’s worthless to me now that she’s sold off her dad’s companies anyway.”
She did? Why? What’s her plan? Something brilliant, I’m certain. But he didn’t have to say it that way, so I stand and knee him in the face, breaking his nose. “Parker has never been and will never be worthless. Don’t talk shit about her.”
“Fine. You can let me go now. I said I’d quit.”
“I’m not letting you go. You haven’t been punished for touching her yet.”
“My nose and head beg to differ.”
“If you think that’s a punishment, you’re gonna really fuckin’ hate this next part.” I grab his free hand and hold it on hisnightstand. Thankfully, the lamp is heavy marble and not some cheap imitation. He struggles, but, bound the way he is, he can’t get away. “I should cut your fingers off, but I’ll settle for breaking them.”
I lift the lamp up and slam it down on his hand. The scream he lets out is otherworldly. Let’s hope the cost of these homes includes some soundproofing. Lifting the lamp back up, I slam it down on his fingers this time. Over and over, I strike his hand until I’m certain I’ve crushed most of the bones. It’ll be a bitch to realign, if not impossible.
“Okay, okay. Jesus, fuck. Stop,” Roland whimpers, sagging forward and losing some of his fancy dinner.
I release his hand, and he collapses onto the floor. “Don’t tell anyone what happened, and don’t go near Parker again. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes. Please, just cut me free,” he cries.
“Nah. I think I’ll let you figure out how to get free on your own. It’ll give you more time to come up with a story about how that happened to your hand.” I step over him and walk back out to the car. “Fuckin’ hate driving a cage.”
I don’t have time to go back to the clubhouse and switch vehicles, so I hop on the freeway and make the nearly hour-long drive to Parker’s mountain home. After a ten-minute hike through the dark forest, I set myself up next to, what I now call ‘my tree’, since I’m here more often than not.
The adrenaline from the night’s event drains once I get my eyes on my woman. She’s kicked back on the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand, talking to one of her security guys. If I hadn’t looked into them and discovered they’re all in a polyamorous relationship and completely devoted to each other, I’d be breaking more bones tonight, especially when Parker sets the wine down and gives the man a hug before heading to her bedroom.
Hold on, Little Thorn. Soon, it’ll be me comforting you after a long day. I just have to wait a little while longer.
She cheats on her nighttime routine. At this point, I have each product and the order she slathers it on her face memorized. But sometimes, like tonight, she skips all the middle goopy stuff and goes right from washing her face to the white cream. I hope she doesn’t make that a habit because soon, we’ll be doing our routines side by side, and if she doesn’t finish at the same time each night, how will I know how to time my own?
Thankfully, she allows the full cycle of her electric toothbrush to run before spitting. I don’t think I could handle it if she rushed that. Once that’s done, I pop the button of my jeans and get ready for my nightly show. She strips her clothes off, leaving her in a nude bra and panty set. The bra is sheer lace, giving me a view of her delicious nipples.
Piling her hair on her head, she turns the shower on and removes the last of her clothing. I pull out my hard cock and lazily stroke up and down. Like when she was brushing her teeth, she doesn’t rush this portion of the night either. She lathers up a loofa and runs it all over her body.
Suds cling to the tips of her nipples and sensually slide down her body. I send thanks to a god I don’t believe in when she reaches for the detachable shower head and sets one foot on the built-in bench, spreading her cunt wide for me to see.
Her hair is growing back, reminding me of the day I shaved her. Seems like so long ago. The first thing I want to do in our new shower is recreate that moment. Then I’ll shave her bare every day after that.
Before I chafe, I spit on my cock and stroke faster, wanting to come when she does. With one hand massaging her breast and the other holding the shower head in place, she gets herself off. Her hips move back and forth on instinct, and she throws her head back when she finds just the right spot. Fuck me, she’s thesexiest person alive. No one has ever done it for me the way she does, and I guaran-fuckin-tee no one else ever will.
Her lips part, and I can practically hear the soft moan she lets out with her hips still thrusting with small movements. She leans back against the wall and pinches her nipple, giving it a sharp tug that stretches it beautifully. Goddamn, I wish it were my teeth doing that. Then she’s coming hard. I come right along with her, my balls drawing up tight, every muscle in my body tightening as I bend over and shoot my load in the same spot I do every night. It’s not the same as being with her, but it’s my way of keeping the intimacy alive between us. That, and my nightly visits.
After flipping off the shower, she pulls on a fluffy robe and saturates her skin in a lotion I know smells like sweet almonds. Scents are tricky for me. If they’re too intense, it’s annoying, but Parker’s lotion is mild and natural enough not to bother me. Once she’s lubed up, she drops the towel and slips into bed.
It takes her a while to relax enough to drift off tonight. A lot happened today, and I’m sure her mind is reeling. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I can see her chest moving in a slow and steady pattern. Only then do I sneak through the security camera’s blind spot and climb up to the second-floor roof. They made it easy for me, with all the modern angled trim that’s no worse than a rock-climbing wall.
