Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Gideon’s pov

”Please... Please, sir,”

The silk was cool against my hands, contrasting the burning heat of my own skin as I pulled on them, testing the strength as they held her up.

Her arms were stretched above her head, tied to the suspenders from the ceiling, her body suspended in a graceful, taut bow.

Her back arched, presenting her breasts to me, the rosy peaks tight and begging. Her brown hair had my fist tangled in it now, holding her head at the exact angle I wanted.

”Open wider,” I commanded.

Her lips, swollen and red, parted instantly. Her eyes, those fucking brown eyes, were locked on mine, glazed with my favorite mix of fear and a desperate, hungry need that made my cock throb.

I pushed my cock into her mouth, slowly, watching as her throat stretched to accommodate me. She gagged, making a wet, choking sound, and her eyes watered.

”Take it,” I growled, my voice a low rumble. ”All of it.”

I pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe, before pushing in again. My other hand came down on her tits, the sharp slap echoing in the room. Her skin flushed a perfect, beautiful pink.

”Thank you, sir,” she gurgled around my cock, the words muffled and slurred, spit dripping down my shaft.

She was dripping. I could see the slick evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs. She was so fucking wet for me, so responsive and pliant like I knew she would be.

My teeth gritted as I fought not fuck her throat like a madman. Control, I needed to hang on to my fucking control. She made a slurping sound, and I tightened my grip in her hair, my control close to shattering,

”Miss Harpley,” I groaned, hissing through my teeth as I smacked her tits again.

She squealed, sending vibrations straight to my cock. I was going to-.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My eyes flew open. The grey light of dawn filtered through my windows. The shrill sound of my alarm clock filled the room. I was alone in my bed, my sheets tangled around my sweaty body, my cock rock-hard and aching.

A dream. It was a fucking dream.

I slammed my hand down on the clock, silencing it. The image of her, of the housekeeper, tied up for me, her lips stretched around me, was burned into the back of my eyelids.

It was because of yesterday. I shouldn’t have watched. I shouldn’t have watched from behind the door as Malachi fucked her mouth in the dining room. The sight of her, so responsive, so lost in it, was now embedded in my brain.

I threw back the covers and stood up, my body tense with frustration. I refused to give in.

I would not jerk off to the thought of my brothers’ plaything. What kind of man did that? What kind of big brother stole his brothers’ toy? It was a line I would not cross. She was just a temporary amusement for the twins.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a call from Ro. ”G? You up?”

”I’m up,” I answered, my voice rough.

”Just calling to check in. The conference is going well. Don’t worry about a thing. Kai’s already scouted three potential new clients.”

”Good.” I ran a hand through my hair. ”And you?”

”I’m good. Have you seen Vivi this morning? I wanted to ask her if she-”

”Ro,” I cut him off, a strange irritation flaring in my chest. ”It’s Saturday. The housekeeper doesn’t come in on weekends.”

There was a pause on the other end. ”Ugh, right. Can we not make her come on weekends?”

”No,” I deadpanned.

”Why not? We can increase her pay,” He whined. ”Come on, G.”

”Ro, she must have other things she does. You can’t monopolize all her time.”

Or her body.

I shook the thought out of my head immediately. ”Focus on the task. Kingsley will try to bury the thing with Daxton, and I know he’ll want to use the next person on the list.”

”Hmmm, can I kill this one this time? It sucks you didn’t let me kill Alan,” I just knew he was pouting. Roman was a lot of things. Easygoing and bloodthirsty at the same time, an insane combo that was.

”We’ll see,” I replied curtly.

”Fine, bye, G. We’ll see you Sunday night, then.”

”Be safe.” I hung up. Ro and Kai were everything to me. The only family I had ever truly known. I would not fuck this up for a fleeting, inconvenient desire for a mere housekeeper.

My PA’s email came through with my schedule for the day. Endorsements, a new acquisition deal, and at two p.m., my favorite appointment. My only real appointment.

***

At two o’clock sharp, I pulled my black sedan up to the familiar brick building. The moment I stepped out of the car, the front door burst open, and a swarm of children erupted, screaming, ”Uncle D! Uncle D!”

A smile tugged at my lips as I scooped up Lily, tossing her into the air as her giggles filled the air. This was my sanctuary. The boardroom, the deals, the revenge- it all faded away here.

For a few hours, I wasn’t Gideon Knight. I was Deon. The boy who had been starving on the streets until a man with a kind heart had given him a second chance.

Then a group of bastards took that man and his wife, my parents, right from me.

After an hour of tag and piggyback rides, I was giving Lily a ride on my shoulders when the kids screamed again.

”Aunt Ivy!”

Every muscle in my body went rigid. I turned my head slowly.

And there she was. Ivy Harpley was standing in the doorway of the playroom, a stunned expression on her face. She had a draping pink floral dress, her brown hair swept back and pinned.

The director was right next to her.

”Oh, Ivy, what a surprise! Look, two of our biggest benefactors are here together! Ivy, this is Mr. Deon. Mr. Deon, Miss Ivy is also one of our biggest benefactors.”

”We know each other,” I replied curtly while Miss Harpley shuffled on her feet. Biggest benefactor? Was she pumping all her salary into the orphanage?

Mrs. Beatrice’s eyes widened, but she just nodded. ”Well, isn’t that a lovely coincidence! I’ll leave you two to catch up; I have to run some errands.”

And then we were alone. The wet dream from this morning came rushing back to me with the force of a tidal wave.

Her scent cut through the air, heightening every one of my senses. My body tightened, my cock stirring traitorously.

How did these children know her? I watched as a little boy ran up and grabbed her hand, chattering away. She knelt, beaming warmly at him, and my chest ached.

Suddenly, a kid who’d had too much juice and too much excitement puked all over my shirt.

”Oh nooooo,” The kids groaned. ”Why, Tommy?! You puked all over Uncle D!”

”It’s okay, guys. Tommy didn’t do it on purpose,” Ivy pacified the kids, her hands gentle as she guided the child to the bathroom. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

”I’ll get this,” she chimed, holding her hand out for my soiled shirt.

I watched her walk away, my mind a mess of contradictions. So many things about her did not add up, and yet I found myself gravitating after her, following her down the hall to the small laundry room.

She was humming as she ran the shirt under the faucet, making those happy, contented sounds until she looked up, her cheeks flushed. ”Mr. Knight, it will take a while for it to dry-”

”I’m not exactly your boss here.” My voice came out gruffer than I intended.

”Oh, right.” She smiled, and the sight of it did something dangerous to my composure.

”Deon. Now, I understand where the ’Uncle D’ came from.”

I just nodded stiffly, watching her. Her thin dress was getting splashed with water, the fabric clinging to her breasts and stomach. The urge to step closer, to bury my face in her hair and breathe her in, was overwhelming.

When she was done, she tried to hang the shirt on the high clothesline, but it was too far. She jumped, her body stretching, the curve of her ass jiggling beneath the thin cotton of her dress. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. My control, already hanging by a thread, snapped.

I strode forward, taking the wet shirt from her hands. ”Allow me, Miss Harpley,”

I hung it easily, my body crowding hers against the sink. She was talking, saying something, but I wasn’t listening.

All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. All I could see was her mouth, the memory of it from my dream.

”If I’m to address you as Deon here, you should call me Ivy too, Mr Kni-”

I leaned down and crushed my lips to hers.