He stepped back, allowing me to dry off and wrap the towel around my body. The cool fabric was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my skin. We stepped out of the bathroom, and he led me back to the bed, where he had laid out a fresh set of clothes for me. I dressed quickly, feeling a strange mix of shyness and excitement.
Harrison took my hand, his gaze serious as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Emma, I need you to understand something,” he said, his voice firm. “What happened today with Adrianne… it changes things. You’re not just my maid anymore.” You’re my secretary,” he corrected, his tone softening. “But more than that, you’re mine. Do you get that?”
I nodded, the reality of his words sinking in. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and our entire dynamic had shifted. “I’m yours,” I murmured, the words feeling both thrilling and terrifying on my lips.
He gave me a gentle smile, standing up to his full height. “Good,” he said, the possessiveness in his voice sending a thrill through me. He turned to the door as he walked towards it, his hand reaching out to open it.
But before he could leave, I rushed towards him, my bare feet slapping against the cool marble floor. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his firm chest. “Don’t go,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.
Harrison paused, his hand on the doorknob, looking down at me with a mix of surprise and concern. “What’s wrong, Emma?”
I swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden lump in my throat. “I… I just don’t understand,” I stammered. “You said I’m yours now. But what does that mean? Am I still just a toy for you to play with?”
Harrison’s expression grew serious as he turned to face me fully, his hand dropping from the doorknob. He stepped closer, cupping my face in his warm, calloused hands. “Emma, you’re more than that. So much more,” he said, his voice a gentle caress. “You’re mine to protect, to care for. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
My eyes searched his, looking for the truth in his words. “But what about the others?” I whispered. “Miss Adrianne, Mr. Luca?”
Harrison’s expression grew stormy, his grip on my face tightening. “You don’t need to worry about them,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll handle them. You’re under my protection now.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and relief. It was clear that Harrison wasn’t someone to be trifled with, and the thought of him standing up to Miss Adrianne and Mr. Luca on my behalf made me feel both safe and incredibly vulnerable. I leaned into his touch, my body responding to his nearness.
“I have one more thing to ask,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “Could you… could you let Rachel work here with me?”
Harrison raised an eyebrow, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on my cheek. “Why Rachel?” he asked, curiosity coloring his tone.
“Because she’s my friend,” I said simply, my heart racing. “And she’s been through so much already. I don’t want her to have to go back to… to whatever it is she was doing before.”
Harrison studied me for a moment, his eyes searching my face. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. “Alright,” he said. “But she’s on probation. Any trouble, and she’s out. You understand?”
“Yes,” I said, relief flooding my veins. “Thank you, Harrison.”
He took my hand, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me, and led me out of the suite. The plush carpet muffled the sound of our footsteps as we made our way to the elevator. The hallway was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling inside me.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the gleaming steel interior. He stepped aside, his eyes never leaving mine, and gestured for me to enter. I slipped inside, the coolness of the metal walls a stark contrast to the heat of the shower. He followed, his hand still holding mine, and with a gentle tug, pulled me back against him.
The doors closed with a soft whoosh, enveloping us in a private cocoon that seemed to amplify every sound and sensation. His breath was hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as his hand traveled up my arm, tracing the curve of my shoulder and settling at the base of my throat. His touch was possessive, yet comforting, as if he were claiming me as his own while simultaneously offering protection from the world outside.
The elevator descended smoothly, the only interruptions to the silence being the occasional ding announcing our passage through the mansion’s many floors. I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, a silent testament to his desire for me. I leaned into him, my heart racing, as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. His fingers tightened around my throat, not enough to choke, but just enough to remind me who was in control.
I whimpered softly, my body still sensitive from our previous encounters. “I… I’m sore,” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would understand.
Harrison’s expression softened immediately, his grip on my hand loosening. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his eyes filled with concern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push too hard.” Does it hurt? He asked, his voice thick with regret.
“It’s okay,” I assured him, leaning back against his chest. “It’s just… I’ve never done this before, you know?” And doing it with you as my first, is really exciting harrison.
He nodded, his eyes dark with understanding. “I know,” he said softly, his hands moving to my hips, his fingers flexing gently. “But I promise to take care of you. I won’t push you too far, too fast.” His words were like a balm to my nerves, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me.