Harry wasn't sure what to expect when he landed back in London later that week. You'd been talking to him while he was away, practically nonstop. You were full of teasing and taunting behavior. That call you'd had where you'd practically turned him on without even trying then denying him was on his mind the whole trip and the whole flight home.
He was so insanely turned on by you, by how dominant you were in nature and the fact that you could both display the aspect of it in your relationship and switch at any time. Giving each other the ropes and having fun.
However, he wanted to pin you to the bed and reprimand you for acting in such a way. He wanted to tame and control you. Make you succumb and scream for him.
As he landed back in London, it was chilly and a weird aerie feeling took a hold of him. You'd given him radio silence all day, aside from a simple text that had him on edge.
Come to mine tonight.
Uh oh... what's my girl up to?
I'll see you then.
Your vague brush off made him clench his jaw, he was so ready to see you and had no idea what was going through that gorgeous head of yours.
He got a driver to take him to your apartment, his nerves were haywire, and his arousal through the roof. He was so excited to see you but how you two left each other and how you'd behaved was something he wasn't sure how to handle. He felt like he was floating, not even sure how he got to your door until he blinked at the worn wood of it.
He raised a fist to knock a few times, clinging to his duffel bag in his other hand as he waited for you to open the door so the two of you could reunite. And hopefully, you'd let him actually fucking come.
But you didn't answer the door.
He frowned, checking the text you'd sent him, thinking maybe you'd told him to meet somewhere else or maybe another time all together but he was where he thought he was meant to be.
He knocked again, shouting out a greeting to you and calling your name. But still nothing. His hand went to the door handle and twisted it, finding it was locked. He grabbed the spare key you had gifted him and let himself in.
He peered into the expanse of your apartment, calling your name again as he stepped inside and closed the door.
"Angel?"
There was no indication that said you were even home. But you had to be- there's no way you'd invite him over and not even be there. With only a dim lamp in the corner of the lounge, everything was stagnant as he looked around the space. He discarded his coat and draped it on the back of the chair in the lounge, placing his duffle bag on the ground and sighing.
When he looked over towards your closed bedroom door, a smile curved his lips. He saw a soft, warm glow from the crack at the bottom and he clicked his tongue and made his way towards it.
He opened it slowly, hearing the creak of it as it widened to reveal the scene within the room.
His fiery little angel, sitting in ethereal soft pink light.
Perched on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed. A bright red bra encasing you with matching panties. God, he just about came on the spot.
"Holy fuck..."
Your expression was dormant, not giving anything away as you tilted your head and cocked a brow at him.
"Hi, baby."
"Hi." He breathed out, closing the door with a click and moving towards you.
You rose to your feet, meeting him where he stood and running your hands along his chest, feeling how fast his heart was racing. You slid your hands underneath his t-shirt and sighed at the smoothness of his bare skin.
"Please let me have you." He whispered out, already so desperate it almost alarmed him. You looked so beautiful and the red lace on your body was making his hands irate at how much he needed to touch you.
"Get on the bed." You ordered, moving away from him and gesturing to the white linens.
Harry wasn't sure what you were up to but was too hopeful to stop you from this game you were playing out. He sat back on the bed and looked at you expectantly.
"On your back."
With a soft sigh, he did what you told him, watching as you brought the lounging chair in your room closer to the side of your bed, angling it towards him.
"Do you like what I'm wearing?" You asked, running your delicate fingers down your curves, pinching the thin strap of the panties at your hip, and making it snap.
"Very much." Harry couldn't fucking breathe, so turned on and needing you so bad while you stood and teased him.
You leaned over him, letting your lips brush his while his hands came up, and feathered the straps of your bra down your shoulders.
"Would you like to take it off me?"
"You know I would."
"That's a shame." You tutted, pulling away and sitting on the chair. "Stay there." You bit out when he tried to sit up.
Harry glared, staying on his back and trying very hard not to pull you over to him and rip those red fucking panties before you even had a chance to protest. He stared at you from under his brow, his fists clenching.
"Careful, baby girl... I haven't had you in a long time. The more you tease me the harder I'll fuck you."
You tried to conceal how his words got to you, trying to appear nonchalant and unphased. Harry cursed when your hands encased your breasts, covered in red lace, you squeezed them with a soft moan that prickled every hair on his body.
He was still fully clothed, his t-shirt becoming too hot and his jeans too tight but he knew he had to wait for your approval.
When your hands slid down the plane of your stomach and ghosted between your thighs, he swore he saw a red flash behind his eyelids, the same hue of your lingerie.
Red hot cherry arousal.
You whimpered when your fingers found your sensitivity over your lace panties, spreading your legs so he could see what you were doing to yourself. Rubbing in small circles while your hips rolled up to meet your fingers.
"I need to touch you." He informed, sitting up but your foot met his chest and pushed him back down.
"Not yet, Harry. Not until I let you."
"Baby, please. You know I'll fuck you so good."
"I'm doing a pretty good job myself." You gasped, moving your fingers quicker against your heat while Harry was losing his mind.
You let out a loud moan as you slipped your fingers into your panties, feeling how sensitive and excited you were.
You took two fingers and sunk them in deep, your eyes lulling in pleasure but they didn't leave him. He let out a low whine at the sight of you, your concealed hand in the place where he wanted to be so fucking desperately.
"Fuck, I can hear how wet you are." He groaned.
"I'm so close." You cried out, careening forward while your legs started to shake, feeling the warmth swirl in your lower belly.
Fuck this.
"That's it, you've had your fun." Harry growled, launching forward and pinning you to the chair by your throat.
He grabbed your wrist and removed it from your panties, wrapping his lips around your arousal soaked fingers. He hummed at the taste, looking at you with narrowed eyes while you panted.
You were still in shock at how quickly this span around and let out a squeal when he freed his hands and gripped your panties, his rings glistening and veins prominent. He ripped the underwear from your lower half with a growl, threw the material behind him and widened your legs, not skipping a beat when he ran his fingers along your soaked center.
His fingers slid into your warmth, curling them and hitting your spot with a ferocity that had you crumbling, building that pressure inside of you. His hand went back up your throat, squeezing the sides right underneath your jaw while you gasped and writhed and moaned at how hard he was working you with his fingers.
When he introduced a third finger, you swore and clutched at the hand around your throat as he pumped hard and fast.
His eyes were frantic and dark, flickering between yours.
"You think you can tease me like that, darling? Hm?"
"Yes." You breathed out with a devilish smile.
"Mm, I don't think so. Naughty girl, you know I'm gonna destroy you, don't you?"
You cried out when his fingers moved from your core to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud so quickly it almost blinded you.
"This pussy belongs to me." He growled. "Tell me whose pussy this is."
"Fuck! It's yours, Harry."
He kissed you, rubbing delicious circles against your clit and tightening his hand around your throat. "Good girl."
"Ah- fuck fuck oh my god."
"You gonna come, baby? Go on, show me how my good girl comes for me."
He felt delirious, needing to see you release so badly he was almost mad with it.
You let out a scream when his fingers returned to your core, pumping and curling them, enticing a world-shattering high from you that released in a burst of clear fluid that coated his arm, his t-shirt, and his jeans.
If someone had told you many months ago that a man would have you coming this way, you'd probably blush and be embarrassed but Harry made you feel so insanely sexy for it. He went out of his way to entice it from your body, knowing it so well and how to work your core so he could make it happen.
His hand loosened its grip on your throat, hushing you and running his fingers along your cheeks to soothe you as you shook in the aftermath of your orgasm. You were so soft, a cherry-coloured putty in his hands.
He wasn't expecting when you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his lips to yours, hungry and moaning against his lips. You stood and flung him to sit in the chair, falling to kneel in front of him, your knees bruising from the hardwood floor.
"Feel how hard I am for you, baby." He instructed and you palmed him over his jeans in response, feeling how he was rock solid.
You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, only moving them enough to release his erection, not even wanting to tease him. You licked a bold stripe up the underside of his shaft before sinking him to the back of your throat with an enthusiastic hum.
"Fuck." He groaned out, tangling a fist into your hair and guiding your mouth up and down his length. He was already so close, not having you for weeks and then all of your games, it built up and now he was feeling almost aggressive with his need to come.
He could tell you were fighting for control again, your mouth fighting to have the upper hand as you took him deep with urgency, your moans vibrating against his dick.
With a growl, he lifted you up, throwing you onto your front on the bed, bent over it with your feet still on the floor. He whipped his t-shirt off and admired you. Your ass was perked for him, curvy and plump and he ran his hand along it, his rings rolling against his fingers before he clawed at the flesh.
You looked back at him, swaying your ass in taunting moves. "Please." You mewled.
He took in a deep breath through his nose. Your sight went to where your hands were clenching the sheets in front of you and as soon as you felt his hand hit the skin of your cheek you gasped. It wasn't hard, Harry more so testing the waters with how far he could take you.
You turned and met his eyes. "Harder."
"Jesus-" He brought his hand back and collided with your skin harder this time, not giving you a chance to gather yourself before giving you three more spanks, each one harder than the last.
"Oh fuck." You cried out through clenched teeth.
He saw his handprint embellish your skin, and saw where his rings had imprinted the mark and it made him impossibly harder. The jewelry on his fingers had twisted and become askew on his digits from his aggression.
"Okay?" He checked in, noting how jagged your breathing was.
You looked back at him with a hum and smirked. You unclipped your bra, flinging it towards him and he wrinkled his nose as nose and huffed out a small laugh before his expression deepened.
His hands slid his leather belt from the loops of his jeans and your brow quirked up as he looked at you darkly, his defined jaw clenching.
"What are you doing, baby?" You purred.
He shrugged, stalking closer to where you were still on your front on the bed and grabbing your arms, pinning them together behind your back. You whimpered when he looped his belt around your wrists and tightened it.
It didn't hurt but you wiggled your hands to test how much freedom you had, and you had none.
"Seeing as you've forgotten how to behave." He whispered hotly, his arms holding his weight above you.
You let out a soft moan, feeling his erection wet from his own excitement and the treatment from your mouth as it brushed along the curve of your ass.
"That okay?" He kissed along your shoulder, kicking off his jeans.
"Yes." You whispered, so aroused and needing him to hurry up and take you.
"That's my good girl."
His dick swiped between your legs, feeling how slick you were from your orgasm. His hand guided himself to your entrance while the other held onto your restrained wrists.
He let out a low rolling moan that was raspy, deep in his throat as he pushed through your tight walls. You were so tight and snug around him. You whimpered into the sheets, your hips moving restlessly as your body grew accustomed to having him inside of you.
"Fuck, so fucking perfect for me." He could feel you pulsing around him already.
"Please fuck me." You whined, so desperate at this point.
He wanted to tease you, to make you beg for it but he was dizzy with how you felt and couldn't bring himself to delay having you any longer. He retracted his length before snapping his hips, fucking you so hard and fast and not letting you have a moment to even feel his pace build-up.
You were moaning so loudly, shameless and lost in how he felt. His hand came to your hip and used it as leverage to pound into you, growling your name and cursing at how you pulsed around him. He fucked you relentlessly, his dick hitting your g-spot so perfectly.
"God, I love your cunt, so fucking snug and greedy for me."
Your wrists strained against the belt as his filthy words hit you.
When you felt the tingling warmth of another orgasm hit you, it was without warning and it crashed into you like a tidal wave and drenching Harry in a very similar fashion. You screamed out as it shook you.
It blew you away now he could get you there so quickly and so fiercely.
"Holy fuck oh my god," You were a mess, shaking and crying out his name.
"Yes, fucking drench me." He hissed out as your walls rippled and pulsed, wetting him and making his hips slap against you and almost stinging with how hard he was fucking you.
He pulled your knees up onto the bed, your ass high up in the air and your face buried into the bed. He let a foot sit up on the bed beside your knee, quick to slide into your soaking warmth and take you with deep rolling thrusts that had your legs shaking.
His thumb, wet from your release, teased your rare entrance. He rubbed it in small circles, feeling you soften and relax from the sensation before he slid the tip of his thumb into your ass. You moaned out as he slid it in to the first knuckle, giving you gentle thrusts that contrasted how hard his hips were hitting you.
He was soon able to fit in his thumb comfortably and sighed at the idea of feeling you this way fully. You were whimpering at how it felt, this man made everything so enjoyable and blissful.
Your wrists were stinging as they strained against the leather of his belt. You wanted to touch him so bad, to feel his heart racing, the softness of his lips, the veins in his arms. You looked back at him, your core a blissful haven.
He tilted his head back, the veins in his neck protruding as his jaw dropped to let out a moan.
His eyes met you and you saw his lips curling into a smirk before he spanked your ass. Your walls clenched and trembled around his dick as he hit you hard. Again. And again.
"Harry, baby, let me touch you." You begged, his pace slowing as he looked at you with a softening expression.
He pulled away and moved you so that you were sat back on your thighs, grabbing the belt and releasing you from it. Your wrists were raw, reddening. Neither of you were concerned, Harry pressing you to the sheets on your back and falling on top of you with a needy whine, kissing you deeply while your hands explored his skin. Your ass stung from where it was trapped against the blankets but you didn't care, too lost in him to feel anything aside from how perfect he was.
You reached down and worked his wet and hard length in your palm, Harry released a shaky sigh before he said, "Get wet on my cock, darling."
His length slid along your folds, the tip nudging your clit while you gasped at the sensation. He slid into you, so hot and filling you. Your eyelids fluttered at having him inside you again, so slick from your orgasms, aiding in perfect strokes.
You hooked your arms under his, holding onto his upper back and digging your fingernails in when he started to thrust harder. You could feel him losing all composure, heavy curses and soft, wispy moans being littered into your ear as he nestled his face into your neck.
He was fucking you so violently that your bedframe was knocking hard against the wall and you wondered if you'd have to send an apology letter to your neighbour.
He encouraged two of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them with a hum and he reached down to where you were connected, using his now wet fingers to rub tight circles to your clit and feeling your core contract with the attention. He pulled his face from your neck to watch you,
You came with a soft cry, shaking and clutching onto him while he worked you through your high, his length and fingers massaging you and suspending you in a bliss only he got you to. His eyes never leaving you, savoring the blissful expression you adorned because of him. For him.
You'd drenched him again but he didn't mind at all.
"Harry," You hiccupped, so overwhelmed by how good he felt and your body still trembling from the three orgasms he'd given you. "I love you."
"So much, baby girl. So fucking much."
You could feel he was close, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you. He licked his lips and kissed you, dipping his tongue to taste you.
"Fuck, ohhh my god." His thrusts faltered as his high peaked, toppling over the edge with a heavy moan that rumbled deep in his chest as he released into you.
He hugged you tightly, his hips moving in little waves as he rode out the remains of his orgasm, whispering to you how good you felt and how much he loved you.
He smiled at you affectionally. "Missed you, my love."
"I missed you, too."
He hissed sympathetically when he saw your wrists, grabbing them. He was gentle, holding them in his large palms and peppering delicate kisses to the skin.
"Does it hurt?"
You shook your head no, "Not in a bad way. I like it."
He pulled himself from you and rolled you onto your stomach, biting his lip and seeing how his handprints had decorated your ass. He spotted the space where a welt was forming from one of his rings, leaning closer to inspect the very faint outline of a rose.
Looking at the rose on his finger now, he saw that it was facing inwardly and he pressed his palm to your skin, lining up with the outline of his hand and seeing the ring fit there too.
He kissed the pink and speckled skin, humming and soothing.
He wasn't really thinking when he slipped the rose ring from his finger and grabbed your hand, your body soft from how he'd worked it. He slid it onto your thumb, a slightly loose fit but it suited you.
You looked at what he had done with a shocked expression, not sure what he meant by it but overwhelmed none the less.
"Just want to leave a piece of me with you."
You crawled into his lap, kissing him and encasing his face in your palms. He could feel the coolness of your newly gifted ring against his cheek and he knew you'd felt this exact feeling when his hand was around your throat of smacking your ass.
"I have nothing to give back." You whispered.
"You're my every thought, that's enough."
You sighed, making a mental note to find a way to repay his generosity. He'd given you all of these little reminders, heavens, purple flowers, silver roses. You wanted to gift him something to wear that reminded him of you.
"I love you madly, you know."
"I love you, my sweet girl. Feels so good to say that. I've loved you for so long."
"Me too." You admitted, feeling so effortlessly loved. The two of you cuddled together on top of the sheets, holding one another and basking in how good it felt to be together again.
He reached for your hand, tangling your fingers with his while his thumb stroked over the silver rose he'd bestowed to you. Roses denote love in every language, his love for you was otherworldly.
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