The late nights in New York are what Harriet Anderson lives for; especially on her best friends birthday. When she decides to go to a new night club, she doesn't expect what she gets.
Harriet Anderson. The writer, the orphan, the innocent at first g...
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James POV I understood why Harriet was upset, but I know I am not here to disrupt or cause her life any troubles, I only want what is best for my love. For her to think she could pull off her stunt was naive and not very calculated, now I have her right where I want her. I pull her off my lap and onto the bed as I stand up in front of her. I could tell she was listening, paying close attention... good girl. I kissed her lips roughly, I didn't care for gentle right now. She didn't care for leaving me in New York. I brought my lips back down her neck as I trailed my hand down her body to the skirt she was wearing, to underneath. I sucked hard on her neck, in the same spot I know she loves, her body gives her away. Tugging on her panties I pulled them off fast. She forces me to let go of her neck. "James, no-" Harriet manages to whisper. I gaze at her eyes then her neck, where a red mark was beginning to appear. I couldn't help but smirk, I loved to see it gaining more and more pigment the more I stared dumbfounded at her. I noticed she whispered no as she clung tighter to my shirt. "baby, you need to this, trust me" I looked at her again. "I have a meeting in an hour" she said as she began to settle into the bed. I smiled immediately. It was a beautiful sight. I began to undress myself. Until it was her turn.
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Harriet's POV
My heart was pounding, racing. My stomach was a wreck, my cheeks flushed, both on my face and my as$. I am in a vulnerable position, and I'm loving every minute of it. I let him undress me and my only action was once we were both buck-naked, with a fast kiss, I let him guide me through the rest. I liked it better with him in charge. I felt his hand trace from my neck, to my breast, to my stomach, then finally, to it. The second he began to rub circles my hips went wild. I whimpered which I'm assuming he enjoyed because he then began adding fingers, rubbing more, faster. In the right spot every time. I couldn't help but move my hips and legs around, my breathing quickly became rapid, I quickly became undone. "I love watching you like this baby," he whispers in my ear. Furthering my torture. Just as I am coming closer and closer to- he stops. I couldn't stop the pout on my face from forming, and when I looked at James he did nothing but smirk. "Beg for it baby," he mumbles as he begins to rub his member. "Please," I immediately cave. I watch as James positions himself at my entrance and begins to rub himself up and down it slow. "You can do better than that love, I know you can" James breathes out. He feels so good already, I will not lie. "Please, James, I need you." I beg into his ear as I cling to him. He wastes no more time. Pleasure ripples through my whole body like waves, I soon become a moaning mess with James slamming himself between my legs. "Don't You ever think you can leave me again," James says as he applies more and more aggression. I admit it's hot but sometimes he could give a girl a warning. "James, please, gently," my words came out as more of question, then a statement. James cups my face with one hand and with the other grabs my hair, pulling me to look at him, all while never missing a beat. "Let me know if it is ever actually scary or bad for you and I will always stop," James kisses my neck as I feel him pull out of me. Within a few second I am turned to lay on my stomach on the bed, with James behind me. I moan as I feel him enter me again. "But for now baby, you need to be punished for fleeing," He whispers in my ear. I continue to moan and squirm as he continues to shove his entirety into me. I feel him rub his hand along my bare butt before I feel him slap it, once, twice, three times before he does the same to the other cheek. Each spank stinging more and more. "say you are sorry, baby" I hear him say. I don't know why but, I hesitate. I feel him thrusting harder. "Say you're sorry"James grunts out. "I'm sorry James!" I manage to say. I'm a total mess at this point, my hair is a mess, my breathing is erratic, and it feels so good. All of it does, all of him does. I moan louder than usual as I begin to tighten around him. Then, he pulls out. I let out the most frustrating sigh and look at him, grinning at me in my current state. "You're not getting off that easy baby, I'm not finished with you yet, therefore you do not get to finish yet," James grabs my hair and slides back inside me. "James," I moan. I'm a mess. He begins to go faster, once again. "I love you like this, love, when you are in my complete submission," James begins kissing the back of my neck. I lost it. I was a mess, moaning, and moving. "James please," I pleaded. "No, you're not allowed," James only went harder.
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James POV I stared in adoration of my baby sound asleep beside me. I pulled the covers of the bed up to cover her, the rooms air condition must be on the highest setting because it is dropping fast. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to me so that her back was facing my front and I could burry my head in her neck. "why'd you move me, huh?" I got from a grumpy Harriet. It made me chuckle a little. "You were too far, angel, go back to sleep," I respond pulling her even closer. "Too far?" I hear her ridicule. " Yes, now goodnight my love, I hope you learned a lesson."
