It was a warm morning, despite the sun having not quite risen. The last of the summer warmth clung on, not ready to give way to autumn. Bailey had almost considered walking to the orphanage from his flat, but in the end, he preferred not to start the day off with a sweat-soaked shirt.
But still, he did allow himself to enjoy some of the morning warmth in the garden, even for a few minutes.
Letting the orphans use the garden was one of the few concessions Bailey ever made. He’d been against allowing it, not wanting to have the orphans wake up neighbors in the morning with their incessant chatter outside, but he’d been worn down by promises of being paid by the earnings from whatever was grown.
He hadn’t been too compassionate; he only allowed three areas, and he didn’t purchase any supplies to make it easier. If the brats wanted higher quality soil, they could fertilizer themselves.
Iris ended up being the only one to take him up on using the garden. Initially it’d just been thin daisies that were always weighed down by the morning dew, but eventually she’d moved to other plants. He’d seen her plucking pink tulips and various produce from the garden, as well as some lilies. The tulips set a fair price, better than some measly daisies, though he doubted it was enough for her to fully sustain her income. He supposed that was where Avery came into the picture, flashing cash and fancy lifts.
He’d seen her sneaking in the early mornings after a night with him, sometimes traipsing through the garden, still drugged out and uncaring of the fact that she was trampling over her own plants. Her clothes would be rumpled, and her eyes would be glazed over from whatever Avery had given her.
He should really speak to Avery about how much he always gives her. He already had enough on his plate, and a dead orphan would only add to his growing list of problems. Surely if she was a good enough fuck for Avery to keep around, he wouldn’t feel the need to give her such a high dose every time.
A few rays of sun came through the fence, illuminating the small garden. There was a small array of unfamiliar flowers getting ready to bloom. Bailey knelt down and examined them. They didn’t look familiar, but something was nagging at the back of his head, about there being something different about them, something that set them apart from ordinary plants.
It smelled sweet, stronger than other flowers Iris had grown, though he still needed to be close to really notice it. The petals were pink and almost beckoning him to come closer. It wouldn’t hurt to touch them for a closer examination, so long as he was careful not to damage them.
When he touched it, a chill ran down his spine just as heat flooded to groin.
What had Iris done?
He stood up and backed away from the plant. She should’ve known better than to go into the moor, she should’ve known better than to bring back flowers from it. He hadn’t raised her to be so mind-numbingly stupid.
Sweat formed on his brow and his skin burned. He needed to get away from the plant and back to his flat where he could sequester himself until the effects wore off. Damn the paperwork he had, it could wait. He could already feel an ache in his trousers forming, confirming that he needed to leave, before anyone saw him in his current state.
But first…
He crushed all the flowers beneath his shoes.
“Bailey, what are you doing?”
He turned and saw her, the cause of all his problems. Iris.
“What do you think you’re playing at, going into the moor? Don’t you know what’s out there?”
“I can go where I want,” she said hotly, “That’s not something you can control!”
“You will do as I say,” he spat, “If you know what’s good for you.” He marched over, ignoring the heat in his body, and grabbed her shoulder. “I own you, don’t forget that.”
“That’s not fair,” Iris said as she struggled against him, “Where do you get off, destroying my flowers?”
“Those flowers are poison, not something that brats like you should be trifling with.”
“I’m sorry that you can’t understand botany, Bailey. I didn’t think it was that complicated.”
Bailey let go of her to strike her across the face. “You’ll do well to watch your tone when speaking to me. If this is how you speak to your elders, it’s no wonder Avery drugs you up every week, it’s probably the only way to make you somewhat tolerable to fuck.”
She went silent and stared up at him like a kicked puppy. Did she expect him to fucking apologize? Bailey cursed himself for ever being even somewhat nice to her when she was a small child. If she was this soft, then how did she even manage to survive this town?
Iris shoved him, and he stumbled back a few steps. Why did she have to make everything so difficult? If she just sucked it up and obeyed, she wouldn’t be in so much trouble all the time.
But if she weren’t so difficult, then maybe he wouldn’t like her so much.
Then again, he wouldn’t have to deal with the flower’s pollen screaming at him to push her down and fuck her until she cried.
He had to leave before he crossed the line.
But the little brat didn’t realize what was going on and seemed content to continue her screeching.
“You know how much you charge me, I need to make a living somehow! Avery’s money isn’t covering everything, I need something else!”
Bailey made to walk past her, but she grabbed onto his arm and held on fast. He snarled at her, saying something, he wasn’t sure what. It didn’t scare her off, instead she seemed to dig her nails into his shirt to keep him from leaving.
It was too much. The flowers, the heat, Iris’s body pressing against his. It was all too much for any man to handle.
“Let go of me,” Bailey warned, “I’m giving you one chance. Let go of me.”
“Stop it Bailey, I’m not letting you just get away with this! You don’t get to walk all over me like this! I swear to God, you are not—”
Bailey pushed her onto the grass and held her wrists down. He tried to press his lips against hers, but she tossed her head to the side. Frustration growing, Bailey took both her hands in one of his, and grabbed hold of her chin with the other. Iris looked up at him, eyes wide, but no longer squirming around. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came out in quick puffs.
“Are you going to behave yourself now, or am I going to need to make you?”
“Fuck you Bailey. Fuck you, you piece of shit rapist, I know what you are—”
He pressed his lips hard against hers, silencing her. It was a rough kiss, his teeth bumping against hers, their saliva mixing. His cock ached in his trousers and he resisted the urge to start rutting against her. Patience, he needed to be patient. He pulled back, a line of saliva connecting their mouths for but a moment.
Iris looked at him, not with hatred like he expected, but with confusion. Revulsion. Interest.
Did the little brat actually like it?
He kissed her again, a little softer. Not quite gentle, but not as violent. This time, she parted her lips without him needing to force his tongue through. His grip on her wrists loosened a tad and he let go of her chin to rest his arm on the ground next to her head.
“Good girl, don’t fight it.” His lips trailed down to her collarbone, just barely visible. He let his teeth graze the skin there, before biting down on the flesh above it. “Stay still for me, I’ll take care of you.”
He let go of her wrists and began to unbutton her school shirt. It’d been washed too many times on a harsh cycle and he could almost glimpse her bra through it at times. This time however, she wasn’t wearing one.
Her pert breasts were firm and warm when he touched them. He dragged his tongue along her nipples and felt her arch into his touch. He took one of her nipples between his teeth and pulled at it until he could hear her gasping and then switched to the other one. When he’d finished abusing her nipples, he bit into the flesh of her breasts and sucked until he left marks on the delicate skin.
He was glad that her uniform skirt had an elastic waistband, it made it easier to pull it down over her hips. Her underwear was easy to discard. Her core glistened with wetness, and Bailey felt something inside of him snap.
He freed his cock from his trousers and shoved himself inside her. Iris yelped and tried to squirm away from him, but Bailey held her down by her hips as he began to slowly thrust inside of her.
Iris was tight, but he was still able to fit inside of her completely. The haze of pleasure mixed with the effects of the pollen made it difficult to focus on anything else. Iris whimpered beneath him as he rocked inside of her and gripped his arms. In some part of his mind that was still able to think, Bailey wondered why she wasn’t trying to get away from him.
Iris’s fingers traveled from his arms to the back of his head, at which point he found himself being dragged into a kiss. Their lips mashed together and he was unable to hold back any groans as he continued to thrust in her. He’d sworn to himself that he would never stoop so low, never test the goods himself, but here he was. What did that make him? He prided himself on being better than others, being able to control himself, but here he was, fucking one of his orphans just because some pollen got him riled up.
His hips thrust without abandon as he returned to her neck and bit into it. The noises she made as she clenched around his length were enough for him to almost finish immediately. She wanted it to, that much was obvious. Why hadn’t he given in sooner? All the reasons not to seemed so distant as he cupped her warm breast and squeezed.
Bailey pulled out and turned her over. When he slid back into her, he somehow seemed to hit even deeper than he had before, and a tremor ran through his body. The angle seemed to hit a better spot for Iris as well. She whimpered more and pulled at the grass beneath them. Her breaths came out in deep, shuddering gasps. When his hand brushed against her neck, he could feel her pulse fluttering.
The smell of her was intoxicating. In that position, he was able to press his nose into her hair and smell the shampoo she used, something with citrus. He nuzzled against her ear and felt her clench around him even more. His tongue dragged along the outer shell before he bit down on it.
“Bailey,” Iris gasped, “Bailey please.”
“Hmm?” Bailey could barely even hear her as his head swam. “What is it brat?”
“More Bailey, more,” she begged, “Please Bailey!”
He thrust in sharper than he had and heard Iris almost wail in response. If he had been in his right state of mind, he would’ve covered her mouth up to keep anyone from hearing, but he didn’t care. He craved the noises she made and wanted to pull more from her lips.
More rays of sun fell across her as the sun slowly rose, painting her in a golden light. She was his, all his. He was the only one truly allowed to touch her, he would make sure of it. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers and possibly leave. Without his protection, the town would eat her alive. She would be his, forever.
When he came, it felt like something was being ripped out of him, something he couldn’t take back. He supposed that he wouldn’t be able to take it back, what they had done. It would be sealed into both their memories for the rest of their lives, tying them together.
His thrusts slowed down, and Iris slowly fell beneath him onto the grass. His body followed hers and he slumped over her. Their hands rested next to each other on the ground, becoming damp from the morning dew.
Bailey’s head felt fuzzy as he remained on top of her, cock still partially inside. Had it all happened? Was it just a fantasy, a hallucination brought on by the moor flowers? But her warm body was still beneath him, he could feel the sweat on her skin and the way her chest rapidly rose and fell.
He pulled out of her and hastily closed up his trousers. Remaining in the garden brought on the risk of someone discovering them, if they hadn’t been seen already.
The inside of the orphanage was far cooler than it had been outside. The sweat on the back of his neck chilled and Bailey almost considered turning up the heat. No, it would be better to just return to his office. He kept a spare jumper in there that would suffice.
Overhead, he could hear some of the brats upstairs getting ready and talking in hushed whispers among themselves. Normally he would’ve gone up already and told them off for making noise so early in the day, but he didn’t have the energy to deal with any of them.
Fuck, he hoped none of them found out. He didn’t need any of them thinking they could seduce their way out of a payment, nor did he need any rumors spreading about his conduct. It was hard enough when some of them landed themselves in the hospital or police custody, he didn’t need this adding to it.
The door swung open as Iris walked in, her clothes on, albeit a bit rumpled. She kept her eyes lowered and disappeared upstairs. A few minuted later, Bailey heard water running.
Fuck, it was going to be hard to forget about her.