"I don't give a fuck if you have to shoot that nigga I want my money dontè" August growled, his accent thick completely neglecting his lover who was laying on his chest letting out little snores that could warm anybody's heart.
August was sitting in his office chair with a sleeping Harry in his lap as he attempted to call a bus boys to rack up the people that were in debt to him. His anger completely clouding his understanding that his baby boy was asleep and anymore yelling would wake him up.
The smaller of the two shifted from his position nuzzling his head Deeper into August's chest. "I already told you what you need to do I don't know why you're trying to change my mind. Say one more shit I don't like and your going to be the one paying back my money" August spat and hung up the phone. Harry woke up due to the loud smack that came from August slamming his phone on his desk.
Harry looked scared and confused about what was going on around him but the moment he noticed he was laying on his boyfriends chest he relaxed.
"Fuck sorry I woke you up baby" Harry only nodded in reply as he played with the chains around August's neck. "You had a good nap" August rested his chin on Harry's head as he attempted to relax.
"No" Harry's thick British accent was so sexy to August, it amazed him.
"Why not" August was genuinely concerned about his lover.
"Because we're stuck here but I wanna be in bed", Harry looked up at August with pleading eyes. Harry knew August had "work" but he still wanted to tag along, completely forgetting that August only comes home at night due to his "work". In all honesty, Harry has been extremely needy and hungry for his fiancés dick and attention so I he jumped at the opportunity to be with him all day.
"Yea I know lil baby, couple more hours and we'll be home" August mumbled admiring his future husband with a bring smile on his face. Nobody gets to see August like that except for Harry and he loves that. Harry teasingly rotated his hips allowing his core to rub on August's bludge with a smile on his face. "Stop Harry, unless you want me to punish you". Harry ignored him even though he knew August could be brutal. Harry picked his head up off August's chest and stared him straight in his eyes as he grabbed August's hand and forced it in his boyshorts.
"What are you gonna do daddy? First you don't want take me home to sleep and now you wanna punish me for playing with what's mine?" He asked looking at August through his lashes and forcefully shoving August's hand up and down in his shorts. "That's not fair" he pouted up at August, his green eyes shining with mischief. Without a warning August used one hand to grab unto Harry's throat pushing him backwards until his back was painfully arched and his head was laying on his office desk. He forcefully shoved a finger inside Harry with a scroll on his face.
"You know better than to disrespect me little boy, I should have let you stayed home" August gritted out staring at his fiancé who was utterly blissed out by the slight pain from his neck and the pleasure from his core. Only August knew this but Harry loved being smacked around, he was a machoist after all. August found out the night they first made love in the club. After the first round he got comfortable and started begging for August to smack him and choke him harder as he was being fucked.
"Auggy relax" Harry whimpered as he weaved his arms around the hand chocking him so he could run his hands in August's hair. August grunted as he pulled his finger out of Harry and helped Harry back into his lap calmly. August liked the finger he had in his fiancé and groaned.
'He's definitely getting the life fucked out of him in a few' August thought to himself.
Harry knew that August was just on edge from work, he knew he wasn't really going to be punished... well actually he didn't know about that part but he knew his daddy meant no harm.
"I was about to pick you up and fuck you right in front of everybody out there. You lucky you know how to calm me down" August groaned. Harry's shorts got even wetter at the thought. His body shivered.
"I would have loved that daddy" he moaned kissing everywhere on August's chest.
"You would have loved them to see me fucking you into a sobbing mess huh?" August teased and Harry let out a loud whine.
"Yes..yes.. yes daddy" Harry whined already feeling so much pleasure.
"You wanted them to see me choke you so close to passing out lil baby?" Harry gasped loudly rapidly nodding his head yes as he became grinding on August's leg. "Well too fucking bad, that shit ain't happening again" August said bringing his hands to stop Harry's movements. His baby was also an exhibitionalist but August had to have that under control. He didn't like sharing how his baby looked while getting fucked close to passing out.
"Don't think that I'm still not punishing you. You disobeyed me and I want you to know the moment we get back home you're getting your punishment" Harry whined in displeasure.
"Okay daddy,I'm sorry" Harry whispered sadly.
A knock was heard and Harry swiftly hid his head in August's chest. Harry knew what to do when somebody came into August's office. August wrapped his arms around Harry as if he's trying to protect him. "What Biggs" August asked the intruder.
"You got a visitor sir".
"Who?" I ain't expecting nobody August thought to himself.
"The mayor sir." Harry's ear twitched. The mayor? He questioned himself. Now don't get him wrong Harry knows what August does. That's what caused him to run from his need for August for two whole years but the mayor? Coming to see August was a little confusing.
"Ight send him in" August mumbled playing with Harry's shirt.
"Baby why is the mayor here?" Harry whispered in all honestly a little scared.
"Hmm" was all August replied with causing Harry to roll his eyes. He had the urge to just pinch August for that dry ass response. A few moments later the door was opened and the mayor walked in with 3 other big men with him.
"Wassup Carter" August smirked looking at the mayor. His right hand under his desk playing with his gun while his left continued playing with Harry's almost nonexistent shirt.
"Wassup August, it's been a minute" the mayor,Carter, greeted with a cheeky smile on his face. "I'm here to get my shit."
"Aye baby go lay down in the other room. I'll call you back in" August ordered and Harry pouted. He dosent want to leave.
"No" Harry said rolling his eyes. August heard that as well as the chorus of snickers coming from his old friend and now mayor, carter, and his body guards.
"What you just say?"
"I said no Auggy I'm comfy" Harry whispered rubbing his head on August chest and occasionally shifting causing his lightly clothed privates to rub on August's jeans.
August sucked his teeth and stood up abruptly making sure to stable Harry. "Carter DONT touch my shit I'll be back".
Fuck Harry thought to himself. He knew he was about to get violated.
"Aye nigga don't tell me what to do" carter said folding his arms on his chest like a baby. The tallest of his security guards giving him a side way glance. It's clear as day to everybody that they fucking but nobody is ready to have the discussion surrounding the gay mayor who is fucking his body guard.
Harry was pulled inside the second room in August's office. "Take off your clothes and kneel on the floor put your hands behind you" August ordered and Harry did as told. "Stay like that till I come back in here. If you move I'm violating" August spat walking out of the room.
Harry sighed and slowly closed his eyes. He always hates punishments but he knows that he always gets the life fucked out of him right after so he can deal with it for now.
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Excuse any errors. This is not edited.
Part 3?
