Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

He spoke of these women as if he had tasted them all and perhaps, he had if he was an avid customer. Stephanie told her stories here and there but she never gave names. All of them being her experiences, she told Harper of the times men didnt even have to flaunt their wallets or give a price. She would select a man based on how he charmed her in the bedroom. What he lacked in actual ability in bed, he made up for in price which tended to be the case most of the time. Some nights, shed come home and elaborate on one or two occasions where she met a man who was fit to be deemed an Adonis and a beautiful sex god because he totally rocked her world. It didnt happen often but when it did, she went home incredibly satisfied and even richer with the amount of money that burned a hole in her purse. Hell, Stephanie was the sole reason that Harper even had her apartment in the first place. She took care of the rent and Harper took care of cleaning, cooking and keeping actual food in the place. She understood. Even more, Stephanie understood that Harper wasnt the kind of woman who could trade her body willingly for money. Harper didnt judge her for it and Stephanie didnt mock her for it. They did what they did and worked in a really unique and bizarre harmony for each other. If someone told the high school Harper that after college and landing her dream job, shed be living with a high end escort and even became really good friends with her, she wouldnt have believed it for the world. Now it was reality and life and honestly, despite the stress of paying off her loans and having no money for anything, at least she got to teach and that was really the only job she would wake up at the crack of dawn for. Now in this position, here at this beautiful party with perhaps the most scrumptious man she had ever seen in her entire life, even with a mask hiding most of his face and complexion, Harper was way out of her element. Robert was a very good charmer. Even as he denounced these other women and basically laid out their job in such simplistic terms, that part of her that just wanted to hear that he was going to take her upstairs for a night of unbridled passion of sex that she didnt know of even with her boyfriend was so present that she was nearly quaking at the anticipation. He was a true tease. Cupping her fear, feeling her and touching her and all along he had no idea how wet and aroused she was. And if he did, he made no mention or intuitive response to it. He simply charmed her, teased her to no end and actually thought this Izabel persona she wore was worthy enough to keep his attention long enough. She was flattered, very much complimented and she felt like the most beautiful woman in the room. And then his assessment came and she thought for sure she was for keeps. He was crude. He would fuck her. No, he said could. Wait could ? It felt like the rest of her went on autopilot. Sure, she heard his comment about being punished publicly by the two men she glanced at, that she made sure Robert saw. She wouldnt do anything like that. Maybe with himno, she wouldnt do anything like that. She couldnt. It took a lot of finger pulling and practically begging on Stephanies part to get Harper to agree to attending in the first place. Yet here she was, wanting to throw all of that away just to do anything with Robert. Perhaps that was her innocence that he was referring to. She was moving on autopilot during their dance but her focus amplified on him greatly as he spoke. He wanted something different than she wanted, like he was telling her what she should go home and do but more than anything, he wanted to keep her untouched, pure and innocence. Oh god, did he think she was a virgin? She hadnt been a virgin since high school and sure she didnt exactly date around a lot but she had standards. God, she acted virginal didnt she? I-Im not a virgin, if thats what youre worried about. Her Izabel person cracked tremendously, she felt sobered up and she was all and only Harper. He wasnt even going to fight for her or try and steal her away if she did march up to those two men and made them an offer to refuse. He said it would be his loss and she wasnt sure what to feel. She felt mixed feelings. From the moment he walked over to talk to her, she felt a mixture of heat, arousal and need rise up and it wasnt just from the alcohol. The only real thing the alcohol did was give her the confidence to step out of her comfort zone for once in her life. She had gone for a last ditch effort and she never felt more pathetic than she did right now. Immediately, even as the music of the song still played, her hands fell away from around his neck and she stepped back out of his arms. She felt stripped of whatever she was trying to achieve. She felt like an idiot for even showing up there and because of her innocence or whatever misconceptions this man thought, she was not going to get anything? No, she was going to go home with a couple grand but money felt absolutely unnecessary in comparison to what she really wanted him. Shed always been picky about men, held very high standards and really, being with her boyfriend was the best and right decision. She just wanted to be bad. Really bad. Thats when it hit her her boyfriend. Filled with guilt, she stepped away from him and swallowed hard. She didnt want any of it. And oddly enough, she was still aroused and it wasnt even her boyfriend who did it for her. I have to go home now. It was such a sad tone coming from her, so small, and so defeated. Even in this beautiful and opulent gown, she just felt naked. Goodness, she felt like she did the night of her prom when her date, a supposedly really nice guy who left her early when his ex-girlfriend flaunted herself around him to get his attention back. It worked too and she ended up leaving her prom early to go home, curl up on the couch with her mom and watch chick flicks while binge eating really fatty ice cream and crying here and there, mostly about the prom and not the romantic or sad moments in the movies. It was a sickening feeling and all she knew was she had to get out of there. How? There was a limo that Stephanie hired that could take her back home. Surely that was the idea since she didnt gather her roommate would want to come back home with her. Turning, she picked up the hem of her dress a little bit and she made a mad dash out of the room. Unlike prom, she didnt feel a surge of emotion rushing to her eyes as she ran out. She did feel frustration as her mask became a huge damper and she ripped it right off of her face and flung it away from her like it was the plague. Outside now, she hurried over to the limo she and Stephanie rode in, recognizing their driver. Take me home right now, please. She practically climbed into the back of the limo and sat back. The door shut, the engine started and she didnt look back once. Robert was right about one thing she wasnt going to forget him. The sight of that handsome face beneath that beautiful mask would be forever burned in her retina. Once home, Harper shed the dress, wiped her face clean of make up and took a shower to just wash away the stupid choice of the night. When all was said and done and she looked like herself again, she came down from the sort of humiliation she felt and just stared at herself in the mirror. She saw herself but what she felt was so much arousal, even after that. Id much prefer she return to her life untouched, and imagined it being me the next she was ravished by her lover Dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a flannel shirt, she walked to her room and grabbed her cell phone. She knew it was late but she hoped he would still be awake. He was. He told her to come over and by the time she got there, the moment the door opened, he wrapped her up in his arms. She didnt tell him what happened. She just told him she needed to see him and hoped he wouldnt mind. Wrapping her arms around his back, she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder and inhaled deeply his scent. All she could think of was the way Robert smelled. His scent, his musk, the intoxication of his aftershave, all of it half-contributed to her arousal. Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his neck in a soft kiss and her eyes remained close. Her lips trailed up to his ear and she slightly whispered in a half moan, Fuck me tonight. No making love. I want you to fuck me.