Domination

Part IV

"Harley! Get your hands off of her!" I heard Hayley yell from behind me. Harley smiled at me then looked behind me at his sister. He covered my ears so his voice wouldn't hurt my eardrums.

"Hayley! You know that Gracie has suriphobia! Put that thing back, you're scaring her!" He lifted his hands off of my ears and pulled me flush against his body.

He rested his chin on my head as he looked at his sister. His arms tightened around my waist and I heard him groan. I could feel the vibration of his throat on top of my head.

"It's just a fucking mouse, Harley. It's not a big deal," Hayley continued. "I said. Put. It. Back. Now, Hayley," he said in an insanely deep voice. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

I could hear Hayley's retreating footsteps and I heard her mutter, "what a fucking princess." Harley stroked his hand down my hair and kissed the top of my head.

He lent down and put his mouth next to my ear. "You look absolutely gorgeous, Gracie. However, this dress is a little too revealing for my liking. I mean, I'd love to see you with nothing on, but I'd like you to be covered up in front of people, baby."

Did- did he just say what I think he said? I felt my whole face heat up and I also felt myself, ummm, get a little aroused down there. I squeezed my thighs together due to the uncommon feeling I was experiencing.

"Um, uh, th-thank you, Harland," I softly spoke.  He smirked down at me and tucked more of my hair behind my ear. "You're a little more naughtier than I thought, Ms Walsh," he smirked at me.

"W-what? I-I don't know what you mean," I shook my head. He didn't know about my inappropriate thoughts or secrets, he couldn't read minds.

He lent down again next to my ear. "I saw you clench your thighs together baby girl. Feeling a bit sensual from my words, love? Hmm?" He hummed and lightly kissed the back of my ear.

"I-I- ummm, I don't, I," "Shhh baby girl, your secret is safe with me," he smirked at me. His hands rested right at my lower back/top of my butt.

Oh my goodness, he was tall. I felt a little smushed against him, so I took my hands off of his chest and I rested them on each of his biceps. Wow, he is very muscly.

"Hey! I said get your hands off of her, Harley!" Hayley shouted as she stomped down her stairs. She pushed Harley back and yanked my hand towards her.

"Mom! Harley is being a dick!" I heard my parents and Mrs. Hall gasp at Hayley. My parents gasped because of her vulgar language, and Mrs. Hall gasped due to her son being home.

Hayley pulled me into the dining room and sat me down next to her. I could hear all of the parents in the living room welcoming Harley home from service.

"I can't believe he put his hands on you like that. Are you okay? I know he can be a huge dick. Don't worry, once we're done eating, we can go to my room and you won't have to worry about him anymore."

But I wasn't worrying about him bothering me. I wanted to be in his arms again. Just one touch from him almost set me off. I've wanted him for so long and I was so close.

The double doors to the dining room swung open and all of the parents walked through with Harley.

The dining table had 3 chairs on each side and 1 on each end, making a total of 8 seats. I was sitting in one of the middle seats with Hayley on my right. My mom sat across from me, Mrs. Hall quickly sat on her right, and my dad sat on my mom's left, across from Hayley.

"Is Mr. Hall not going to eat with us?" I asked. "Um, no, I'm afraid that he's going to eat in the living room," Mrs. Hall smiled.

I heard the chair move to my left and saw Harley take the seat next to me. Hayley and my mother glared at him while my dad and Mrs. Hall smiled. What is wrong with these people?

In front of each person sat a plate with silverware and a glass. Covering the table were dishes of delicious smelling food and 3 pitchers for drinks.

I waited for everyone to grab their food until I started grabbing what I wanted to eat. I grabbed a grilled chicken breast and a scoop of potato salad. I started pouring lemonade in my glass when Harley's voice startled me.

"That's all you're going to eat?" He asked in my ear. I jumped, surprised by the proximity of his voice. Why was he so close?

"Uh, umm, yes. This is enough to ummm fill me up. Thi-this is all I need," I softly smiled at him. "Grace Rebecca Walsh! Clean up that lemonade that you spilled right now!" My mother shouted.

"Uh-umm-y-yes mother. I'm sorry," I apologized as I stood up to grab some napkins. "Rebecca, calm down. It's just some lemonade. And we just bought the table mat for $2 at the dollar store. It's quite alright," Mrs. Hall said.

I soaked up the lemonade and discarded the napkins in the trash can. I sat back down and started eating.

"I'm sorry, Helen, I just, I think I'm on edge due to Grace's disclosing, revealing, slutty outfit," my mother rolled her eyes. "Hey! Her outfit is not slutty! She looks beautiful, Rebecca. You shouldn't put your daughter down like that," Mrs. Hall spoke up, and scolded my mom.

"Yeah, hun. She looks beautiful. I'm glad she's feeling more comfortable. It is a bit revealing though," my dad said. "That's what I said," Harley laughed.

Harley, Mrs. Hall and my dad started laughing with each other. Harley smirked at me as I playfully glared at him.

"Hey, hey. Calm down, princess. We're just joking around. You really do look beautiful in this dress," Harley complimented as I felt his right hand rest on my thigh.

"Agreed!" Mrs. Hall and my father said at the same time. "Guys, she's not 'beautiful,' she's hot, sexy, bootylicious," Hayley smirked.

"Definitely not," my mother glared at Hayley then me. "I have to agree with my sister on this one," Harley whispered to me. I blushed and set my fork down.

"I-I think I'm done eating now," I smiled at Mrs. Hall. "The food was lovely as usual, but I am stuffed," I laughed. Mrs. Hall just smirked at me and I ignored it.

I got up and took my plate, silverware, and glass to the kitchen. I put my remaining food, little scraps and bits, into the trash can. I started washing my dishes when I felt hands on my waist. I jumped and spun around finding Hayley in front of me.

"Gotcha bitch. You should have seen your face. You're such a prude," she laughed. I kept washing my dishes and glared at her. "I am not a 'prude,' Hayley."

"Yes, yes you are. You don't even let people touch you! You freaked out when Carl Reynolds touched your shoulder. And you didn't want to shake my dad's hand when you met him!" She laughed.

"Hay, listen to me. I freaked out about my shoulder because it was Carl Reynolds. Do I have to say more? And big, old, scary men scared me when I was 11 years old. I am not a prude. I'm just not a whore," I grumbled.

"And what the fuck is that suppose to mean, missy. I'd rather let a boy pleasure me than be a paranoid, insecure bitch like you!" She screamed at me and I put my dishes in the washing machine.

"What the fuck did you just say, Hayley Hall?!" I heard Mrs. Hall shout. I turned around and saw Mrs. Hall standing there with Harley and my parents.

"Come on, Grace. We'll be leaving." My mother grumbled as she glared at Hayley.