I hated Fridays. They were long, hectic, and full of people running around trying to cram in the work that they hadn’t managed to complete during the week. And with the weekend so close, they always dragged. In fact, this past hour, I’d looked at the clock twenty times at least, watching the second hand lazily drag itself around the face. It was painful to watch, and despite the upbeat summery music coming from my Mac speakers, that illusive Friday feeling continued to be very much just that.
Working in corporate events was fun but highly stressful a lot of the time, and I was having a particularly bad Friday today. The phones were manic and emails even more so, and it was about 29 degrees too hot to be stuck in an office. I wanted to be in Hyde Park with a nice cold cider. Or sprawled out on my bed in front of a massive industrial fan. My hair was a frizzy, humid mess and my cheeks were hot and rosy. I looked like I’d run two marathons, and this probably explained why clients were looking at me with sympathetic eyes as I showed them around the venue.
“Warm today, isn’t it?” one elegantly dressed woman had remarked, to which I had to quickly dismiss my approaching scowl and force a smile. Naturally, she was turned out immaculately, with a cool self-possession that mirrored how unaffected her body was by the heat. I couldn’t help but curse her with quiet envy.
I felt slightly better when face to face with a fat, balding middle-aged businessman though, who had to keep wiping his forehead with a ready handkerchief in his hand. I caught sight of his wedding ring and couldn’t help but grimace as I imagined him hot and sweaty in bed with his wife. I smirked to myself as I pictured her rolling away from him with a half-arsed “Not tonight, I have a headache.”
But despite this drab mood, I still felt fantastic, and I felt fantastic because of Harry. My stomach was a constant whirlwind of butterflies and I was completely dizzy with lust. I hadn’t experienced any other feeling quite like it before. As I wandered around East London on my lunch break, I reminisced about the day we’d spent together on Tuesday. After a rather heated shower, we’d sat and talked and laughed about anything and everything for hours, until we were forced to say our goodbyes because of a charity event he had to attend. Music, books, films, London, growing up… We even had a conversation about favourite cheeses. It was a relief to hear that Harry’s childhood had been a good one, just like mine. No dark secrets to eventually take hold and rear their ugly heads. No obvious complications. The way he’d been the other night wasn’t because of some painful memory or psychological defect, like so many novels decided to portray. It was him and how he was. He was just lucky that I was the way I was. Since reading a book called Exit to Eden when I was 15, I’d been led to another world which had me completely intrigued and captivated, and it was then that I knew I’d always be after that that little bit more than most. For the first time in a long while, I actually felt good about myself, and I had Harry to thank for that.
When I got back from lunch, there was a medium-sized shallow matt black box on my desk, held together by a thick, black satin ribbon.
“What’s this?” I turned to my manager with inquisitive eyes.
“No idea. It came about half an hour ago. Hand delivered.”
I squinted my eyes as my brows knitted together, well and truly clueless as to what it could be. I hadn’t ordered anything online and my birthday wasn’t for another month. I eyed the box up and down as I thought, and my pulse began to pick up as the element of surprise coursed through me and I conjured up one hundred and one possibilities of what it might be.
“Gotta dash anyway - got a meeting with our accountant, which I’m sure will be as riveting as ever!”
I laughed as my boss rolled his eyes and gathered some folders together before darting out of the room in a hurry, leaving me and the mysterious box alone.
I took the box by its sides and lifted it. It was light and there was little sound when I shook it gently, giving me no clue as to what the contents could be. I felt like a child on Christmas morning- with eyes lit up and a soaring excitement. I placed it back down on my desk and slipped the ribbon from its neat tie, before pulling the lid from the body. A layer of pretty pale pink tissue paper kept me guessing. It wasn’t until I’d pulled the right-hand side open to reveal delicate black silk that my curiosity was appeased. My pulse quickened and lips quirked as I saw the back of the card with the Agent Provocateur script, and I took it in my hand and turned it over.
‘Perhaps you could wear these when we next play with one of your nine lives.
X’
I didn’t need a sign-off to know who it was from. The writing was neat and well-controlled; big letters formed with soft curves. It suited Harry perfectly. I placed the card down on my desk and pulled the wrapping from the box. The bra was made from a rich, black silk with a delicate floral lace trim along the top edge of the cups, and a baby pink bow right in the middle. The French knickers and suspender belt followed perfect suit, and my insides were warming with erotic anticipation as my eyes devoured the beautifully made lingerie. I didn’t know many girls that weren’t excited by expensive and lavish underwear, and my heart was running wild. As I carefully placed the three-piece to the side, I lifted up two black silk stockings that had a thin seam running along the back of them, right from the heel to the top band. I stroked my fingers along one of the legs, instantly imagining how soft and luxuriously smooth they would feel against my skin. I folded them neatly and put them on top of the others, and then moved on to the final item in there. Like the rest of the lingerie, it was black and lacy, but I was uncertain of what it was. I took it in my hands and held it up in front of my face, and it was then that I realised it was a perfect fit for my eyes. The corners flicked outwards to create a cat-like shape, and two eye-shaped holes sat delicately in the middle, to which upon exploration, I realised could be closed if pulled. It was sexy and demure, and as I held the mask to my eyes, I wondered what sort of fantasies Harry had played out in his mind.
Just as I’d reached for my phone to text Harry, it began to ring and my 2 o’clock appointment was outside. I hurriedly took the delicate garments in my hands and carefully placed them back into their box, pulling the tissue paper over them and concealing them from the rest of world. I was overwhelmed, excited and turned on all at the same time; and a restless energy was surging through me. This was going to be one hell of a long Friday afternoon.
-
As soon as I arrived in my flat, I kicked my kitten-heeled shoes off and slumped down on to the black cushioned sofa, sighing in exhaustion. My flat was a perfect size for just me, with a living room with sofa, chairs and dining room table, a well-equipped kitchen (not that I used half the things in there) and a double bedroom. It was fresh and modern and raised three stories from the London streets, which allowed me to sit at the window and watch the world and its people go by. It also looked incredibly beautiful at night time- particularly as you could see the London Eye lit up against the city skyline right from my bedroom window.
After a long, hot shower, I finally felt refreshed and relaxed- no longer clinging on to the day’s stress. I walked over to the box on my bed that Harry had sent to me and opened it, before laying out each garment one by one on top of my purple satin bed sheets. I sat on the edge of my bed and took one of the stockings in my hand, rolling it carefully, before pulling it up my right leg. The material glided effortlessly along my newly-shaved skin, and I couldn’t help but squirm as the top of the stocking teased the skin of my inner-thigh. After pulling the left one on, I took the French knickers into my hands and stepped into them. A perfect fit. I put the suspender belt on and fastened the suspenders to my stockings, then slid the bra straps up my arms and hooked the clasp. Again, a perfect fit. As I looked back at myself in the mirror, I noticed how well each garment fit to my skin and accentuated my curves. I took in my appearance as I skimmed my fingers up the sides of my waist, running them over the sleek suspender belt, imagining Harry’s hands on me… imagining his fingers pulling on the suspenders that ran down the fronts and backs of my thighs. I cupped my breasts over the bra and leant forwards slightly, picturing Harry standing behind me, teasing me, kissing my neck and shoulders with his full lips. My breasts looked full and round without them spilling over the cups, and my nipples hardened against their confines as my libido began to heat. Everything about the set was sexy, yet so feminine, and it gave me a momentary glance into Harry’s mind and what turned him on. I watched myself as I slid my hand around my front and softly stroked myself through the silky briefs; watching my eyes grow heavy and chest flush pink, wondering whether this is what Harry had seen those times that he’d turned me on.
The sharp vibrating of my phone snapped me from my thoughts. I took a deep breath and swept my fingers through my hair, before grabbing my ringing phone from the bed. I instantly warmed inside as I saw Harry’s name on the screen.
“Long time, no speak” I joked.
“It’s been less than 24 hours since I called you!” He laughed. “How was your day?”
“Long and stressful” I groaned. “Lots going on right now, which I shan’t bore you with.”
“Perhaps you need a good spanking.”
I smirked at Harry’s forthrightness and my pulse immediately began to accelerate, still heavy from the beginnings of arousal only minutes ago. I had to squeeze my lips together tightly to stop myself from sighing out loud.
“Oh? And I suppose you’d like to be the one to do it?”
His breathing deepened noticeably on the other end, alongside the dull throbbing between my legs. “Did you get my gift?”
“They’re beautiful, Harry. Thank you.” I smiled to myself. “I was in the middle of texting you when I had to run to a meeting.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
“I do. Although, I’m curious…”
“Always curious” he laughed softly.
“How did you know my sizes?”
“Lucky guess.” Harry was smiling at the other end, and I had a feeling he must have seen the labels in my dress or knickers. Either that or he had an impeccably accurate eye of estimation. God knows how he got my bra size spot on, seeing as I had a habit of not wearing bras in his company.
“Do they fit then?”
I glanced at myself in the mirror again as the lingerie hugged each curve of my body with precision. “Perfectly.”
“You’ve got them on?”
I smirked. “Yes.”
A low noise sounded at the other end of the phone. It was sharp and breathy and sounded as if he were in pain at the mere thought.
“I’m coming round.”
“Don’t you have that album launch dinner thing tonight?”
“I can blow it off.”
“You can’t do that, Harry. These things are important!”
“I’ll call you back.”
Without warning, a small noise beeped in my ear and Harry was gone. I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself before walking through to the kitchen, feeling particularly thankful that my flat was so high up that no one could see me sauntering around in very revealing and provocative underwear. I reached up to the cupboard and pulled a glass out, placing it on the counter, then grabbed the gin form the bottom cupboard and tonic from the fridge, ready to wind down after a long day. Within a minute, Harry was back on the other end.
“Done.”
“That was quick,” I laughed as I mixed the drinks together.
I took a small sip, before I walked over to the sofa and sank back into it, stretching my legs out in front. “And what if I said I was busy this evening?”
“Then I’d say un-busy yourself because I’m coming round now.”
Harry paused. “Besides, I know you just poured yourself a G&T. I heard you open the tonic.”
He was smugly amused- I could tell- and I couldn’t help but smirk at his keen observation.
“You’re very persistent tonight.”
“I want to see you and I want to spank that perfect little backside of yours.”
His voice was clipped and hoarse; very much different to the warm and humoured tones that I’d just been listening to. Excitement instantly pulsed through me, awakening each nerve-end in my body. If I was this aroused by his words alone, then I didn’t dare imagine how I’d react to him in the flesh. I took a deep breath as I composed myself.
“Is that all you have to offer me, Mr Styles?”
He stayed quiet, but I was sure that he was grinning at my quip.
“I’ll see you in about half an hour.”
“I look forward to it.”
Just as I was about to cut the call, Harry’s voice caught my attention.
“Oh, Emilia…”
“Mm?”
“Don’t take them off.”
And with that, he was gone; leaving my mind flustered and body needy.
-
I ran my finger around the cool rim of my glass, shutting my eyes and leaning my head back as the gin and tonic heated my insides. A variety of mellow classical music flowed through my ears, sedating my mind as I emptied my head of the past week and focused on the soft and calming melodies. It was moments like these that I really appreciated- moments where I could just switch off and exist in my own little world. As I took a final sip from the glass in my hands, the harsh buzzer of my flat rang out, startling me from my daze. I reached for the CD control and lowered the volume slightly, before I reluctantly pulled my body up from the sofa and walked over to the phone that was on the wall by the door.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
My stomach flipped at the sound of his voice; it was so deep and gravely, and he sounded ever so slightly out of breath.
“I’ll buzz you up.”
I straightened the dark grey jersey dress that I’d slipped on as I walked to the door. I’d deliberately chosen something that wouldn’t cling to the underwear, particularly the suspender belt; something appropriate to be wearing around the house on a Friday evening, but something that also looked nice. It had capped sleeves, a reasonably high neck-line and flared at the waist, dropping to just above my knees. I’d put on minimal make-up- a little bit of mascara and blusher- and left my hair loose.
As I pulled the door back, Harry was standing right before me. He was wearing a white v-necked t-shirt that was tight enough for me to see his hard nipples through the thin material. The sleeves clung comfortably to his biceps, showing them off, and the neckline invited me to explore the expanse of skin across his chest. In my mind, my lips were kissing and sucking the enticing skin right between his collar bones, feeling him vibrate against my lips as they worked him into a hot mess. Accompanying this were a simple pair of black skinny jeans that were belted at the waist, and I could just about make out the waistband of his grey boxers peeking above them. As my eyes dropped down him, drinking him in, I couldn’t help but notice the sheer size of his feet, particularly in the dark brown pointed brogues that he had on. His hair was swept back and his cheeks were flushed, and he flashed me that heart-stopping slanted grin that had my body instantaneously weaken. Despite his casual approach, he looked insatiable.
“You look a little flustered” I laughed.
In all fairness, I was probably much more flustered than he was.
“Paps on my tail.”
“Did they see you come here?”
I tilted my head and stepped aside, ushering him in
“No” he smiled. “They were in a car but I took a quick turning and parked around the corner and then legged it.”
“Bastards” I laughed.
Harry stepped inside and hung his bag up on the coat hanger in the hallway, before making his way over to the sofa. He sat down, and I could instantly tell that something was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down on the chair opposite.
He looked up to face me with apprehensive eyes and a slight frown set across his brow.
“I don’t want them following me when I’m seeing you or with you” he began. “I like this. You. What we have.”
He paused to take a breath and I took this as my chance to reassure him.
“Good, because I like things just as they are too.”
I hadn’t even really given the paparazzi and tabloids a second thought. I guess that was because I never had to deal with them, nor the repercussions of speculation. Harry looked up and caught my line of contact.
“I don’t want to put a label on it and that’s exactly what the media will do. Not just yet, anyway.”
He smiled and my insides warmed. The ominous ‘yet’. Harry was right. It was far too soon for anything like that. I didn’t want to be one of those girls that jumped in head first and then crashed and burned miserably within a few weeks. I’d seen it happen far too many times to friends and I was determined not to make the same mistakes that I’d often had to pick up the pieces for. There was no doubt that I had feelings for him, but they didn’t need any gratification from him- not after such a short period of time, anyway. I was more than happy to let them bloom on their own accord and see where we ended up.
“It’s okay, Harry. Really. Don’t worry about the paps and stuff.”
The smile I gave him was sincere but he still looked anxious.
“I don’t want you to be one of those speculative blondes that they insist on reporting me with every week.”
“How about one of those blondes that you enjoy spanking?” I joked, trying to relieve some of the obvious tension that Harry was feeling.
His lips quirked and he arched his eyebrow.
“Now, I think the enjoyment’s mutual, don’t you?”
Despite my silent agreement, I couldn’t stop myself from blushing, and he continued to smirk at me with amused eyes.
“But on a serious note” he continued, “I enjoy your company and I’m very much enjoying spending time with you.” He paused and his lips twitched upwards. “In every sense of the word.”
He settled back against the sofa, stretching his legs out… and apart. He’d been here less than five minutes and he’d already unintentionally marked his territory… and managed to turn me on.
“Then let no more be said on the matter. Drink?” I smiled, attempting to disguise my internal upturn of what little composure I had left.
“Sure.”
I walked over to the fridge and opened it up, scanning the contents.
“Erm… we have… beer… milk… gin… or some weird pina colada thing that has been in here for about ten years” I laughed.
“Beer’s good.”
I took the chilled bottle out of the fridge and put it on the side whilst I reached to the top cupboard for a glass. As I did, Harry’s fingers swiftly lifted the hem of my dress, exposing the tops of my thighs to him. I jumped, tensing up completely. I hadn’t even heard him approach me. His front was flat against my back, trapping me between his body and the counter-top, barely allowing me room to breathe. My breath hitched in my throat as I remained on my tiptoes with Harry holding my dress up, just high enough for a view of the tops of my stockings and suspenders.
“These suit you,” he drawled into my ear, before twisting my body around to face him.
The look on his face had me instantly aroused. So raw and primal. It still shocked me at how quickly his eyes changed once his inner-most desires broke free and burned strong. They could go from soft and warm to ‘I’m going to absolutely ravish you’ in less than a second. With his eyes alone, he took hold of me and brought me with him, right into the heart of him. He was magnetic- physically and emotionally- and I was compelled. Within seconds, he’d managed to haul my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor below as he took a step backwards. His eyes devoured me from head to toe, not missing an inch, and my entire body came to life.
“I think we should go to your room.”
I froze, completely overcome with his arousal as well as mine. His hands were on my waist, squeezing tightly. My breathing began to shallow and as he took small steps backwards, he pulled me with him; no rush, no haste. So controlled.
Only once we’d reached my room did Harry let go of me. He switched the side light on, giving the room a dimly erotic glow, before he walked back over and stood behind me.
“You look absolutely breathtaking in these” he purred, running his hands around my hips, stroking the very tops of my thighs. “But I knew you would.”
My entire body stiffened as I forgot to breathe, focusing all of my attention on to his touch.
“Will you bend over for me?” Harry’s lips came so close to my ear. “Slowly.”
He took a step backwards and I finally let out a long breath. Jesus Christ, I was ready for him to take me already. As I began to bend at my waist, my suspenders pulled and drew my silk stockings further up my thigh. The feeling was so subtle and delicate, yet it had my lower region warming with pleasure instantly. I reached forwards until my hands were on the metal frame at the foot of my bed and my torso was parallel to the floor. I felt so exposed, and as I looked to the right, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cheeks were hot and flushed and backside was slightly raised in the air. As I studied my silhouette, my mind was instantly drawn to the tightness of my underwear against my hot centre, and I was certain that Harry would be able to see how turned on I was through the thin material. Everything about this felt so erotic and I bit my lip as I watched Harry come into view; until his body was pressed against mine and his breathing was hot and heavy against my ear. His hand came around my front and splayed across my abdomen with an exquisite pressure, pulling me even closer to him.
“I’m hard from just looking at you” Harry whispered, gently stroking his fingertips along the eclipse of my left cheek with his other hand.
He slid his hand from my abdomen to my breasts and pulled my body upwards so that my back was flat against his chest. The feeling of his clothes against my bare skin was sensational and I could feel heat radiating right from his crotch.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate.
Harry’s body left mine and I listened intently as something rustled behind me. Within seconds, the heat of his body had returned. Something silky ran down my spine, igniting goose-bumps over each of my limbs, and he tucked it carefully into the back of my suspender belt.
Harry took a step backwards and turned my body to face him. His pupils had dilated so much that his usually green eyes were almost black, burning with a primal lust that had my heart instantly racing. His hands cupped my backside, squeezing the flesh beneath his palms, before sliding upwards, so tantalisingly slowly, making sure that he touched each area of bare skin, until his fingertips were in my hair and gently massaging my scalp. I relaxed my head back against his touch, sighing in quiet relief.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
He dropped one hand to my waist and slipped the mask from my lingerie, before holding it just over my brows. He searched my eyes and I silently gave him permission. I was so aroused and exhilarated that I could barely think before he’d lowered the mask over my eyes and was tying it at the back. Everything went completely dark and I was suddenly so aware of the sounds and smells and space around me. As I adjusted to the loss of sight, I focused on Harry’s soft breathing and the sweet scent of his skin and aftershave. He was so warm and so close and I couldn’t help but outstretch my fingertips to find him.
“Is that comfortable?”
I nodded slowly and parted my lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. As I carefully moved my fingertips over the tops of his thighs, he took them in his own hands and brought them upwards to his body. He pulled my hands against his chest, guiding them over his clothed torso, until he eventually let them go to explore for themselves.
“Take your time” he whispered, standing completely still, allowing me to really feel him and get to know his body without my primary sense. I stood before him, more helpless than I’d ever been in front of anyone, yet more alive than ever. With each sense heightened, my attention was drawn to the music coming from the other room. Elgar’s Sospiri drifted faintly through the still air, and as the melodramatic strings progressed and took hold of my emotions, I felt more intimately bound to Harry than ever; sightless and yielding before him. For him. My heart fluttered and breathing shallowed as I gingerly pressed my palms to his chest and slid them upwards slowly, until my fingertips were brushing against the exposed skin covering his collar bones. Even with his t-shirt on, I could feel the warmth of his skin and the definition of his muscles, and with my sight gone, the feel of him beneath my fingertips was comforting. As I moved them across, I passed the cool metal of his idle pendant, and I held my right hand to the side of it as I felt his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. It was beating even faster than my own. Still ascending, I caressed the skin at the base of his neck, and then either side of his jugular, until my fingertips were running along his sculpted jaw. His face was smooth despite the fine stubble brushing my fingers, and as I held his face, I imagined how it must look as I gave myself up to him and blindly explored his body. He kept completely still the entire time as I built him up in my mind. I lazily drew my fingertips down the centre of his chest and then his torso, until they were at the lower hem of his t-shirt and teasing the hot skin above his jeans. My legs felt like jelly as I began sliding my hands up beneath his t-shirt, picturing each area of his body that my fingers touched; imagining that I was Midas and turning him to gold. His skin was so hot and tense and I could have sworn that I felt his muscles tremble with delight as I passed his ribcage and teased his hard nipples. Everything about his body was so male; from the hardness of his chest to the hair across his stomach. As I held my hands against him, I could sense his lips nearing my own, and then for the first time that night they were on me, so soft and gentle. Harry took my hands from his body and held them at my side as he continued to kiss me; now deeper as his tongue claimed mine.
I was breathless and weak at the knees when he pulled away.
“This piece of music is almost as beautiful as you,” he breathed, “and one day I will fuck you to it.” His voice ripped right through the heart of me, bringing my entire body to attention. “But right now I’m going to spank you” he spoke softly into my ear. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please” I whined.
“Turn around.”
Harry held my hips as I took small steps to turn around, until I was facing the bed. He slid his palm from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck, applying pressure as he pushed me down into the same position that I was in before, holding on to the frame of the bed. His fingertips moved around the backs of my thighs, lightly stroking the skin that peeked above the stockings. With a soft click, Harry unclipped my right suspender, and then the left, stroking at the newly accessible skin, before moving around to the fronts of my thighs and doing the same.
I felt my stockings shift down my thighs slightly as Harry tucked the back two suspenders into the belt, whilst leaving the front two to hang loose.
He tucked his thumbs beneath the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down over my backside, so slowly and sensually, allowing his fingers to brush and linger on my skin all the way down to the backs of my knees. As I stepped from them, Harry began caressing the tops of my thighs once more, gradually kneading the flesh higher and higher until his fingers were stroking languidly between my legs.
“So smooth,” he purred, stroking gently back and forth.
I squirmed in anticipation. The masochist inside of me craved the sting. The submissive inside of me craved the possession.
When Harry’s hand had come down on me for the first time those few nights ago, my mind had gone blank and I was his. I felt free of my own mind. In fact, I felt freer than ever when I was with Harry. Particularly like this; bent over and stripped down. I wanted to give myself up to him. I wanted him to take control of my body and mind and release me from everything and everyone around me. He’d unleashed a dark desire from deep within me and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I was hurled back into the moment as the first hit came upon my right cheek, burning fiercely. I squeezed the metal railings in front as I steadied myself, concentrating on the hot flow of blood to the surface of my skin.
“Okay?” He spoke softly, stroking my hair from the nape of my neck.
I whimpered as he slid a single finger between my legs, quickly drawing my attention away from the burn across my backside.
“Again?”
“Yes” I breathed, tensing my cheeks as I prepared for another blow.
With my sight gone, everything was so much more intense and the anticipation that I felt between blows had me trembling with an inexplicable thrill. This time his hand took me by surprise and struck the opposite cheek; then the right again, then left, all in quick succession. I drew in breath and winced as Harry’s palm carefully stroked my hot flesh.
“I love you like this.” Slap. Oh god. “Stripped.” Soft fingers. Again. Hard. “Mine.”
I gasped for air. “Yes.”
Each time his hand hit my skin, my core muscles clenched and my arousal swelled. His first two fingers moved between my cheeks and entered me, stroking firmly against my g-spot, which was already swollen and tender. As his fingers moved slowly, I knew that he could feel and see and hear how aroused I was. His breathing was hoarse in my ear and I whimpered as my muscles rolled and wavered around his fingers, trying to draw him in and keep him there until I came. Then they were gone and he forcibly struck the very top of my left buttock, leaving a sharp sting and slight trace of my wetness.
Hot and shaky, Harry’s hands slid around my waist and he pulled me up towards him, massaging my breasts together as his lips and tongue ran along the side of my neck.
“Small steps” he whispered, leading me. “Slowly.”
I was completely disorientated as he moved me around, and he held on tightly to my waist and arm as his body directed me downwards, until I was sat on the mattress of my bed. My heart began to pound as he let go, and for the first time, I felt nervous and could feel my body beginning to tremble.
“Still here” he whispered, stroking his thumb along my jaw.
I heard the shifting of material and felt a fan of air waft across my skin, which had me guessing that he’d taken his t-shirt off. Sitting completely still, I listened intently, depicting the whipping of a belt from its loops and the thud of heavy denim to the floor. Then Harry’s hands were back on me and guiding my body once more.
“I’m going to help you get to your hands and knees.”
He carefully lifted my left leg, allowing me to slide back slightly, and then my right, until both legs were bent to my side. The silk of my bed sheets felt so soft against my skin, and my movements against it were completely effortless with Harry’s help. As he clasped my hands, he let me put my weight on to him and lifted me to my knees, then slowly lowered my hands to the bed with his so that I was on all fours. My stockings slipped down to my knees as I moved and the suspenders hung loosely from my belt. He was so close in front of me; I could feel the warmth of his skin on my face. I reached upwards with my right hand and brushed my fingertips down warm skin, and by the firmness of muscle and tickle of hairs, I worked out that it was his thigh. I continued my exploration; enjoying how he felt and how his muscles tensed each time I stroked the innards of his thighs. He took my hand in his, and then it was over his boxers, feeling his rock hard length hot beneath the thin material. He clasped his hand over mine as I felt him, breathing heavily. Knowing how close he was to me, I leant forwards and followed my hand with my lips, brushing them over the soft cotton. His dick twitched as I let my breath wash over him. So hot and hard and ready. Then his hands were on my back and unclasping my bra. My breasts fell free as the straps slipped down my arms, and then all contact from Harry was gone.
I looked up, blindly searching for an explanation, and then something hot and heavy was resting on my lips. I could taste him instantly, and as I swept my tongue out, a mixture of warm saltiness and flesh ran along my taste buds. I heard Harry shudder as I opened my mouth up to him and allowed the head of his penis entry, wrapping my lips around him and sucking lightly.
“That’s it, baby.”
His hand came behind my head and his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly as he pulled me further down his shaft. He was slow and gentle; not forcing, but guiding me. The noises coming from above me were so desperately erotic. As my mouth furthered its way along his shaft, his other hand slid down my spine, running over my backside, and then between my legs, and as he leant forwards to pleasure me, his cock slid deeper into my mouth. My throat involuntarily closed around him and a guttural groan came from Harry and he squeezed my backside hard in retaliation. I moaned around him as his finger explored between my legs, twisting and turning inside of me with excruciating skill. I wanted to take him deeper but I couldn’t focus. My back arched and I backed away, dropping him from my mouth as I gasped for air.
He brought his fingers from me and before I had a chance to think, his hands were on my shoulders and my back was against the sheets. His lips were on my thighs, hips, stomach, licking and sucking, bringing my skin between his teeth as he worked my body up even more. His lips were gone and then my hips were bucking restlessly against his face as his tongue teased between my legs; swirling and flicking skilfully over my hot and needy flesh. My innate reaction was to pull the blindfold off; to look right into his piercing green eyes as he took me higher and higher. But I didn’t. I pulled desperately on his hair, writhing hard as my climax began to build.
“Shh” he soothed between licks, holding my legs firmly either side of my body, making sure that they couldn’t move.
He continued his assault between my legs; unrushed, delicate, so precise. As I felt myself on the brink, arching my back from the sheets, Harry pulled away and I moaned in frustration. His wet lips brushed over my clit once more and then he began languidly kissing up my stomach and across my breasts. I whimpered as the weight of his body came between my legs, trapping his hard length between our stomachs. His lips were on mine, so sensual, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, raising my hips as my body craved his.
“I’m going to take this off now,” Harry whispered, bringing his hand to my face and sliding the mask from my eyes. As I adjusted to the light and opened my eyes up to him, he slowly slid himself inside of me, until he’d stretched and filled me completely. He kept still, holding my gaze. His eyes were so big and dark and full of wonder. I was overwhelmed; completely possessed by the man above me. Everything felt so warm and tight; so perfectly full. Resting on his elbows, his hands pinned mine either side of my head, and with a desperate sigh of his name, he began moving inside of me.
His hips moved deliberately slowly, sliding himself deep inside of me each time. I clenched around him on each inward thrust, holding him in, before he pulled back and left me trembling and desperate for more.
“You’re so big” I sighed in awe, squeezing his hands as they continued to hold mine.
I could feel him right in the pit of my stomach, so tight, and his lips quirked at my confession. His expression quickly shifted as I clenched around him and he furrowed his brow and exhaled sharply. As he began to move with more fever, my stockings slipped either side of him, unable to find a stable grip. Every part of him was on me; his hips, stomach, chest… lips so close that I could almost taste him. His hair hung loosely from his head, brushing against my forehead as he kept my gaze. He was so thick and hot inside of me; I could feel every perfect inch of him. He continued to move with a hard precision, and I shut my eyes and thrashed my chest upwards against him as pleasure swelled from deep within.
“Open your eyes” he whispered, letting go of my left hand and sweeping my hair from my face.
I squeezed them shut tighter as he pushed his hips right forwards and stilled, filling me to my absolute limit, before slowly fluttering them open for him. He looked down at me with heavy lids and parted lips, before coming up from his elbows and pushing both of my hands above my head, trapping them with the weight of his body. His arm and shoulder muscles tensed as he held himself above me, and I hitched my legs up higher as I prepared to come.
“Harder” I urged breathlessly, digging my nails into his hands.
He craned his neck and sucked on my lower lip; investing the entirety of his weight into each thrust, hard and deep, keeping a steady pace as he made sure that our eye contact didn’t break even once. I was so close, tightening around him more and more as he drove me to my end. My toes tingled with a sublime warmth as my body gave itself up to pleasure and I came with a desperate cry of his name and gentle waves of pleasure rolled through me, consuming my entire body.
“So perfect” he whispered, grazing his lips over mine as my body shook beneath him. “Let me come inside of you.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes, lifting my lips to his and drawing his body in close with my legs, consenting him. I wanted him to come inside of me; it was the ultimate possession and I wanted to give that to him. He moaned against my lips, breaths coming out hard and fast, mirroring the movement of his hips. I knew he was close. I could feel his body trembling against mine as he tried to hold out for as long as possible. His eyes gave him away as they grew heavy and his breathing quickened, and as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to tremour through me, he came hard above me with a loud sigh of relief, face screwing and veins pulsing furiously and he filled me with everything that he had to give. I loved seeing him lose his self-possession like that; surrendering himself to pleasure… to me. For the first time, I felt more in control than him. As his hips slowed, his lips found mine and he kissed me until he eventually stilled inside of me, releasing his weight from his arms so that our bodies merged in a hot and worn out embrace. We stayed locked like that for a while, kissing and touching one another as we relished in the aftermath of our highs.
As Harry came from me, his chest glistened with sweat and his cock was still half-hard. I couldn’t help but admire his stamina as I unashamedly ran my eyes over his front as he lay there panting. He’d been hard since we first started and he still managed to make sure that I came before he did. By the look of him, I guessed that he could have gone again, but he was just as exhausted as I was. He leant over to the side of the bed and reached for his trousers, pulling them to the bed and sliding his phone from the pocket. I continued to lie there, still breathless, watching him with weary eyes as he held the phone to his ear.
“Yeah, hi. Can I get a large margarita please.”
I lifted my head up and knitted my brows together.
“And chicken strippers.”
“Harry, what are you doing?” I whispered as he paused to listen to the other end.
“Yeah great. Thanks.”
He hung up.
“I’m getting us pizza.”
“What for?” I laughed.
“Well I don’t know about you but I’m fucking starving after that” he grinned, throwing his phone to the side.
I’d been so caught up with everything that I’d forgotten that I hadn’t eaten since lunch time, and the sounds that my stomach was making seemed to suggest that my body was in need of food.
“You’ll get me fat” I smirked, grabbing a t-shirt from beneath my pillow and sliding it over my head.
He laughed. “Don’t be silly.”
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Harry and I sat on my bed eating pizza; me in and old baggy university t-shirt, and him in just his boxers. Everything about it was so human; a surreal contrast to the activities that we’d engaged in just a short while ago.
“So” I began.
Harry looked up at me instantly, smirking as he studied my face. “You sound curious.”
I grinned, dropping a half-eaten crust back into the box. “Would you call yourself a sadist?”
He put his slice of pizza down and laughed, before looking up at me. “Have I hurt you so far?”
“Well… no,” I laughed. “Nothing that I would say was painful.”
He thought quietly for a moment before answering. “If we’re going to put labels on me, then I’d say that I was more of a dominant with mildly sadistic tendencies. But nothing extreme.”
“So you’d like to tie me up and whip me?”
He kinked an eyebrow in response to my boldness. “Tie you up and whip you until you came, more like.”
My insides tightened at his carnal confession; he certainly didn’t beat around the bush. He was willingly letting me into his mind, encouraging me to explore, and I admired how open he was to me.
“When I was six,” he began, “my friend and I were playing a game and I ended up tying her up in the garden until she begged me to let her go.”
I raised my eyebrows and laughed in surprise. “You haven’t made me beg yet.”
“Yet” he smirked.“I like having control, and I get a lot of pleasure from exerting that control on to others… Particularly in the ways that I’ve demonstrated with you so far.”
With you. His words resonated in my mind. Not on me. Not like some experiment, but an exploration of desires and limits together.The thought was entirely erotic.
“I’m a good judge of character, which is why I spanked you after sleeping with you once. If I didn’t think you were going to enjoy it, I wouldn’t have. Sex isn’t just about my pleasure. I’ve been aware of that for a long time. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if I didn’t know that you were too.”
“So you’ve done this before?”
“I spanked my last girlfriend and she ran a mile” he laughed. “She thought I was some sort of ‘fucked up monster’- her words, not mine. Luckily that was before I was famous and once I’d calmed her down, she promised not to tell. But I’ve engaged in things like this before, yes. Not in relationships. I haven’t found somebody that I trust enough.”
“So… clubs and such?”
He nodded, looking slightly amused as I set upon my enquiry.
“You trust me then?” I asked shyly.
He smiled. “Very much so.”
“You’re not worried that I’ll go blabbing to the media?”
He laughed. “No, because I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”
I returned his amused expression.
“I also know that you’re not that type of person,” he finished.
I smirked. “You seem to know a lot.”
“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I do trust you. And I’m glad you trust me too, because mutual trust is so important. There’s no fun in spanking someone or tying them up if they’re constantly worried that you’re going to hurt them or push them too far. Knowing that you trust me is a huge turn on.”
I smiled at his honesty. “What made you think I’d enjoy it?”
He smirked. “Some of the things you’ve subconsciously said. That little glint in your eye the first time we slept together when I held you down as you came. I didn’t let you move on purpose, and you looked so thrilled by that.”
I blushed, instantly picturing Harry above me.
“You were helpless and you were thriving from it.”
He was right. He seemed to understand my body and my mind more than any other sexual partner I’d had, and this made me feel even more so connected to him.
“As for your tolerance to pain, the first time we kissed at my house, I pinched your backside really fucking hard just to see what you’d do. You didn’t even flinch.” The left side of his mouth slanted upwards. “In fact, you moaned into my mouth and bit down on my lip.” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eyes. “There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. Sometimes we can’t quite work out where that line is.”
I took a bite of pizza as I thought, trying to get my head around the similarities between pleasure and pain and how easy it was to confuse them in certain situations and states of mind. I found it genuinely fascinating, and Harry shared that same feeling.
“But it’s not really that simple. It would be like me asking you what you are. A masochist? A submissive? A submissive masochist?” he laughed.
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. I’ve always been excited by things like this but I’ve never really… done it.”
“Perhaps it could be something that we do together” Harry smirked. “I’m sure there are things that you’d like to try, as well as me.”
My mind instantly went into overdrive, reeling fantasy after fantasy that had never made it past my own head.
“Tell me,” he coaxed, “What really turns you on?”
I gulped and could feel my heart flutter and palpitate.
“What makes your heart race and mouth dry just thinking about it?”
I thought for a moment, shifting on the spot as I suddenly felt exposed as he tried to reach right inside of my mind and draw out all of my darkest and most private fantasies.
“Do you want me to whip you?”
My stomach turned and entire lower region throbbed as Harry spoke so forthrightly.
“Flog you and fuck you until you can barely walk?”
Oh God.
“Or tie you up so you can’t move and then tease the hell out of you?”
The flow of blood instantly pooled between my legs. It had me squirming as it silently drove me insane, and I knew that the same flow of blood was flushing my cheeks and chest. He was so open about sex and sexuality that it took even me by surprise, and there was no denying the thrill that I was getting from him.
“Ah” Harry smirked. “The latter, then.”
I looked up at him shyly from beneath my lashes.
“Don’t be embarrassed” he laughed. “I’d get just as much pleasure from that as you would. Trust me.”
A few short moments of comfortable silence past until I decided to speak. “What would one of yours be then?”
“Hmm…” He twisted his mouth from side to side, mouth-ends kinked upwards as he thought. “I do quite like the idea of having you bound on the bed. And blindfolded… Begging.”
His eyes lit up and he smirked. Excitement rushed through me as I thought about the blindfold antics that we’d just engaged in; how overwhelming and so much more intense it had been to have been denied one of my senses and how well I’d come to know his body through touch alone. I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured what I’d felt; the contours of his muscles, his body hair, even tiny moles that I’d noticed as my fingers explored him. I wondered how much more I could learn about myself… how far I could really go. How far Harry could go…
“You look tired” Harry smiled, placing the pizza box on the floor.
“I am tired” I laughed. “I feel like I’ve had a two hour cardio session at the gym.”
He looked amused. “You probably burnt off more here.”
“And then put it all back on again!” I pointed to the almost empty pizza box on the floor.
Harry shifted closer to my body and pulled me down against him, so that my back was to his front and his arms were locked around my waist. I followed his lead, enjoying the affection.
“Cats sleep the majority of their lifetime, you know” he smirked against the nape of my neck.
“I feel like I never sleep at all.”
As I sighed, I relaxed back into Harry’s body, savouring the warmth and comfort from his bare skin.
“Sleep then” he whispered, fitting himself around my exhausted body.
As Harry’s knees curled around my backside, I inhaled sharply.
“Are you sore?”
I hummed quietly, flinching as his fingertips danced lightly over my warm flesh.
He moved from behind me and got to his feet, and I watched as he walked around the bed to my dressing table. He pushed and shoved a few bottles before picking up some body butter and returning to the bed.
“On to your front.”
I lazily turned my body so that I was laying on my front with my head resting on my hands. Harry’s knees came either side of mine as he sat on my legs, pushing my t-shirt upwards around my waist. His muscular legs were warm against mine and the weight of him on me was comforting. Squirting some of the coconut butter into his hands, he placed them on my backside and I jolted in surprise as the cool liquid hit my skin. As he caressed and soothed my raw flesh, I began to relax, taking a deep breath as his hands moved over me. I shut my eyes, concentrating on Harry’s fingers as they slid over the crescents of my cheeks and brushed over the tops of my thighs. He was so close and my heart began to beat heavily against my chest, pumping blood right to my core. He hummed softly and his fingers slipped between my legs, rubbing, teasing, and I subconsciously parted my legs for him, inhaling sharply as he pushed a finger inside of me. Then his hands were back on my cheeks and massaging them softly for a while, before sliding his fingers back between my legs. I kept my eyes shut, letting my body absorb each ounce of pleasure that he was giving me; listening to his breathing deepen as I grew restless beneath him.
“I think you can come again” he whispered, pushing another finger inside of me.
I moaned quietly and felt him slide free from his boxers before he shifted his body so that his elbows were either side of my head, pushing my knees apart with his. I took hold of his hands in front of me as he slid himself inside of me with ease; exhaling his name as he took me once more.
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As Harry lay behind me, I could feel myself beginning to drift off. My half-closed eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, telling me that it was just gone midnight. Harry’s fingers played with mine, silently telling me that he was still awake.
“Are you staying?” I mumbled dozily.
He grazed his nose along my skin and sighed. “I have to be up early.”
A pang of disappointment sat right in the pit of my stomach at the prospect of sleeping alone after experiencing something so emotionally overwhelming. After willingly submitting myself to him for such a period of time, I was still in that state of mind. I still felt like I belonged to him, and I wanted him to hold me until those feelings had subsided.
His arms pulled me in closer as his lips pressed to my shoulder.
“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
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I awoke to an empty bed. Just the lingering musky and manly scent of Harry reminded me that he’d been here. I rolled over, throwing my leg over the duvet and hugging it against my body, hot and restless from the summer sun penetrating the thin blinds. Tossing and turning, I threw the duvet off of me and sat upwards. 8.03am. The problem with working full-time meant that my body never allowed me to have lie-ins. I woke up the same time each day without fail, weekend or not. As I reached for the remote control on my bed-side table, ready to flick mindlessly through the dire Saturday morning programmes, I noticed a small piece of paper folded neatly next to it. I took the paper in my hands and pulled it apart at the folds.
‘I hope you feel slightly more awake when you read this. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay the night. I’ll call you on Sunday. Enjoy your weekend. X
p.s. Silk or rope?’
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