River Of Harmony

Chapter One

Completely naked in the dark, her eyes focused down at her lap, at her hands resting on her thighs. Apprehension fuelled her anxiety as she heard his shoes clicking, hitting the polished wooden floorboards.

Fuck, what was I thinking? she silently cursed at herself.

The mahogany door swung wide and the light from the hallway filtered through. She heard River’s breathe catch, a little moan escape his sinful mouth, and then he roared at her.

***

“Harmony, what the fuck are you doing in my quarters—and without permission!”

Harmony remained still, poised in her submissive position on the floor, unable to speak. He was certain his 6’4 frame, tattooed, built and dark dominance tainted the room as she began to fidget under his assessment.

He boomed, “Harmony, I have asked you a question and you will answer me right fucking now!”

She hesitated, her lips quivering. She looked like she didn’t know what to say, like it should be evident enough what she was doing? Clearing her throat, she uttered those words that he had been fantasizing about for years.

“I, uh, um, I am presenting myself to you, Master.”

Harmony had purposely used the titled Master knowing he preferred that, especially during scenes. He felt the blood rush to his cock at the sound of those syllables leaving her sexy, fuckable mouth. Watching her in awe, he silently traced the inked black and red Day of the Dead tattoos running down her arm, down to her pierced nipples and curves, thinking to himself, Fuck me, look at how mesmerizing she looks in that submissive pose.

River reflected back to when he had found her six years ago. Broken, alone, running away from childhood trauma and psychotic fucks. He shook himself out of that dreadful memory of finding her hiding behind the club, scared and wary of his presence. Who would have thought this fiery, red headed, 5’2 tatted up bombshell would grow into the perfect submissive, one that he would never allow himself to taste, touch or have. The demons that resonated within him were persuasive, but he wouldn’t allow them to break or take anymore of him, and he definitely wouldn’t allow them to have his pretty little Harmony. Snapping out of his roaming thoughts, he contemplated how to reply to Harmony’s confession.

“So let me get this straight. You thought you would enter the private quarters of a dominant, utterly vulnerable, naked and without any permission?”

She slowly lifted her head from her bowing position, and a whimper escaped from her pouty red lips as she made eye contact with his massive hard on. How in the hell could she miss how restricted his tight jeans had become; fuck, worse yet, how the hell was she going to tear her eyes away from his crotch to look at his stormy dark eyes?

“See something you like, pet?” he chuckled.

“I—ah, maybe I should have sought your permission first, Master, but I wanted to surprise you. I was hoping that if you saw me presenting myself to you, that perhaps after all these years you would view me as a willing submissive.”

He tried but failed miserably to stop the growl that had formed behind his Adams apple. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d surprised him and absolutely caught him off guard, but how the fuck was he going to restrain himself from taking her, right here, right now?

Shit, what the hell am I going to do with this little vixen?

Harmony’s turquoise eyes were still lingering on his crotch and the little pants she made were turning him on something fierce. Fighting the demon that was clawing at his resolve, he finally answered her.

“Pet, you can’t just invite yourself into my quarters and expect that you’re going to achieve your desired result; that’s called topping from the bottom in our world, and you know it. It’s not that I don’t appreciate you or the view you’ve gifted me with, but it’s not going to happen.”

The words left his mouth with little to no composure, and it fucking killed him having to say them. They both remained silent for what seemed like an eternity. River couldn’t take his eyes away from devouring every inch of her blissful, naked body as she remained on her knees at his every disposal if he so wished. And if things couldn’t get any more difficult, a sudden aroma permeated throughout his room and smacked him straight in the face.

Fuck, she’s aroused, even after he had flat out denied her. He couldn’t believe it. I have to get her out of here before I lose my footing and grab those perfect thighs, spread them wide, delve my skilful tongue between her honeyed folds and drown in her sweet, spicy essence. She is an addiction and I haven’t even sunk balls deep inside of her! Hands twitching, his furrowed brow began to sweat. How the fuck am I going to get myself out of this without killing a piece of both of us?

Harmony sat still on her knees, appearing to be lost in thought and to be wondering how the hell she could still be so turned on, even after he had denied and refused her submission. She had no idea what he was thinking but her expression showed she felt the rejection; after all, she didn’t fit his stereotypical type of sub.

As she presented herself to River, he saw a teardrop slide down her face. She finally forced her eyes away from his arousal and looked up into his eyes then shook her head. Was it pity she saw? Was that what he was presenting to her?

“I’m sorry, Master, I need to go. I’m sorry I invited myself into your private quarters without permission.”

On shaky limbs, she stood and tried to hold her head high with what little pride she had left. She forced a small smile and walked toward the door.

“Sorry Master.”

Shit, thought River, what is she doing? I should let her leave, it’s best for her and definitely for me. There is no way she can tame the wild beast inside me or the fucked up demons that keep me up at night.

He reached out, laced his hand into the crook of her elbow and turned her to face him, his ebony heart cracking a little.

Fuck.

“Pet, are you ok? What’s happening in that pretty head of yours?”

River reminded himself he should just let her leave, stop trying to probe her mind, after all it wasn’t his to explore. And he could see that she was fighting her own battles, her own demons.

“I’m sorry, little one; I have no right to dig into that pretty little mind. I’ll let you leave.”

With that statement hanging in the air, he wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Fuck she smelled good.

“Come here, little one. Put my robe on before you leave my quarters. We can’t have you walking around the club naked.”

Harmony allowed him to help her into his robe, and as their skin touched, she trembled as if a shot of electricity bled through her veins. She didn’t allow her thoughts to show, even though her eyes indicated they were swimming frantically through her mind.

She walked toward the door and opened it, but before she left she held still and said, “Thank you, sir, for allowing me to wear your robe. I will bring it back later.” She closed the door behind her.

River opened it and watched her walk down the hallway with a pang in his chest. Did he just see her body tremble? Oh please don’t let her be crying over me, I don’t deserve her. With his own stupidity and the war within his head, he silently closed his door.

It took every ounce of her control not to sprint down the hallway; she instead forced herself to walk, casually. Once inside her room, she turned on her Bluetooth setup and pressed play on her phone’s playlist, Slipknot’s Snuff pulsed through the speakers and then she threw herself onto her bed and placed a pillow over her face. She shook violently as her anguished tears and cries wreaked her body.

For fuck sakes, Harmony, what is wrong with you? Of course he wouldn’t want you, you’re not slim, blonde, have your face pumped with collagen and fake tits. You’re curvy, your hair is dyed a dark red and you very much have your own tits, lips and face. Why oh why did I make such a fool of myself? She chastised herself. With his robe wrapped around her, she inhaled his scent and cried more. This will be as close as you’ll ever get, you stupid bitch.

As she laid there sobbing her heart out, she still couldn’t understand why River laughed at her like he had. Did he think she was that pathetic pining over the Dom for all these years? Whatever he thought, it didn’t matter now. He had laughed at her and turned her down. Perhaps he really did only see her as his assistant or the young girl that he found behind Club Insanity all those years ago.

Harmony began hearing all the vile things her stepbrother had called her all those years, and how useless, reckless, ugly, damaged goods and inconsiderate she was when he attempted to rape her time and time again. She let out a loud cry, rolled into a ball and wept herself to sleep.

After Harmony left, River launched himself on the bed and looked down at his rock hard cock. Cursing to himself, he undid his belt and button, wrapped his fist around his heavy length and pumped his fist up and down a couple of times. The glistening bead of pre-cum was already evident. With a hiss, he released his cock, unsatisfied, and sat on the edge of the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands in his hair.

How am I ever going to get that fucking image of her presenting to me out of my head?

His mind went back to the night when he had found a then 18-year-old Harmony huddled at the back of the club, with a broken arm and her face beaten to a pulp. He swore from that day forward he would protect her and never, ever, break her heart, or let her down like her bag of shit stepbrother and the rest of her shitty family had done.

From the look on her face when she left his quarters, he knew he had failed immensely. His cock still hung heavy and angry between his thighs, and he thought to himself, What a fucking wanker I am.

River sat there lost in his thoughts and his memories for what seemed like forever. His demons had reared their evil fucking heads and his body started to shake as he remembered his childhood. The beatings, the drugs, the alcohol and the rest of the shitty hand God had dealt him.

Violently shaking his head, he let out a guttural roar and screamed, “Enough!”

“Talking to yourself again, River?” Amon remarked.

Amon was the name he’d given his alter ego all those years ago. After all, it seemed fitting, given Amon meant “The Hidden One”; and if he had anything to do with it, that’s where he would bloody stay. Internally arguing with himself and Amon, he released a heavy sigh.

If this doesn’t prove I’m a 1000 shades of fucked up, then I don’t know what does.

Throughout the whole agonizing and judgmental thoughts spiralling through his mind, he kept coming back to Harmony.

Fuck, I need to apologise to her. God knows what is going on in that gorgeous head of hers.

He thought he’d seen a flicker of rejection in her eyes before she pulled herself together and left his quarters. Like hell he would have her thinking that. He leaped off the bed and stormed down the hallway of Club Insanity to Harmony’s quarters, hoping that’s where she went and not some other big dom’s bed instead.

Quietly, he knocked on Harmony’s door, but there was no answer.

“Harmony, baby, are you in there?”

Still there was no answer.

River fished out the Master key that only he and Jamison had access to and opened the door. There, lying tangled in his robe was Harmony. Her beautiful long red hair fanned out around her on her queen-size bed. He saw her red-rimmed eyes and his breath hitched.

Has she been crying?

He silently walked into her room and a smile breached the corner of his mouth; she was so damn stunning. He slowly sat down on the bed, causing it to dip with his weight. He initially thought he may wake her but she only stirred a little, and as she did, his robe fell open and revealed her perfect light pink nipple. It pebbled as if she was cold and his cock jerked.

What kind of pervert am I, he quietly tisked himself. Seriously, you just hurt this poor girl’s feelings and now you’re sitting on her bed, uninvited, turned on, watching her sleep like a fucking creeper.

A low groan escaped his mouth and scenarios started taking up residence in his mind. That didn’t last long because Harmony decided to talk in her sleep. Her breathing became laboured and uneven.

“No, No, Ade, stop it. Please don’t! I don’t want you to. Please stop!” she screamed.

Her face contorted and her body shook as tears spilled down her beautiful lily-white skin. Even in her sleep, she couldn’t be rid of the agony from her past.

River was beside himself with pent up anger as he thought of that sick prick of a stepbrother who repeatedly beat and tried to rape her. Every bone in his body quaked with the need, the want to protect her, comfort her. After a few deep breathes, he calmed himself and started talking to Harmony. Slowly, he dragged his hand up and down her arm to try and soothe her. He hated when she had these nightmares.

“Sshhhh, Harmony,” he cooed. “I’m here for you, sweetheart. Wake up for me, please, it’s just a dream.”

As if sensing his presence, she stilled immediately and her big beautiful eyes fluttered open. She sounded confused when she started to speak to him.

“River, is that you?”

“Yes, precious, it’s me. You were having a bad dream. I’m here with you, baby.”

“What—what happened? Why are you in my room? Please tell me what happened?”

Silent sobs escaped her mouth, and tears stained her weary eyes and fell down her cheeks. He leaned forward and sipped them off her face. Harmony’s breath caught, and River watched as her nipples puckered. Fuck. With every bit of control he had, he let out a breath.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m sorry I scared you. I was coming to apologise about earlier. When you didn’t open the door, I started worrying so I let myself in. That’s when you started having a nightmare.”

Purposely, he left out the part where he was rock hard for her again after watching her nipples bead underneath his robe. Fuck, what was he going to do with that robe when she returned it? As if sensing his deceit, Harmony looked up at him and the lines between her eyes crinkled as she studied him.

“Oh, ok then, sir, I’m ok now, I promise. Thank you.”

River examined her response and was taken aback by how rejected and angry he felt that she didn’t call him Master, like earlier.

What the shit is wrong with me?

Looking down at Harmony in her sleepy state, River felt like he was looking at her for the first time. When had she grown up into this beautiful lotus flower? Jesus fucking Christ. Shaking his head, he looked deep into Harmony’s eyes and forced a smile.

“I just wanted to apologise for earlier, Pet. I don’t want you to feel neglected or rejected; that is not my intention. I just know I’m not the right Dom/Master for you, little one.”

Well that hurt more than expected. He noticed Harmony’s lips began to tremble but instead she forced a tight smile.

“That’s ok, sir, I understand. I think I’m going to search for a Domme to guide me down my submissive path. If that doesn’t work, then I will search for a Dom to guide me.”

Well if that wasn’t a slap to his face. River couldn’t believe what the hell she just said; and he wondered why he felt so angry and possessive towards her.

Because you want her, you idiot.

Pushing down the inner voice inside his head, he mustered a smile onto his face.

“Oh, Ok, pet, I understand, I wish I could help you.”

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

The little voice inside his head piped up, oh but you can, you stubborn, stupid shit.