I’m not going to lie, I’d found it quite amusing to see the hype that Harry had caused from just one interview. The following Monday, newspapers and magazines were having a field-day over his on-air confession of no longer having single status, and of course the countless blondes (and one brunette) that he’d been linked to over the past few months had made the headlines with him. There was one girl that the media seemed to focus on more than the others, and I didn’t blame them. She was tall with long golden blonde hair. Insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful that people write about in novels. I’d read the articles with quiet envy and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth behind the speculation. In the photos, Harry was smiling and walking just a few small steps in front. It was a smile of genuine happiness; as if she’d just told him something that was holding on to his amusement. I knew that Harry had a life before we’d met and that this undoubtedly involved other girls. He was young, famous and attractive. Unbelievably attractive. However with the closeness between us and my current feelings towards him, I couldn’t stop the twisting feeling right in the pit of my stomach. Part of me wanted to quiz him about her, but another part- the rational part- knew better than to go prying into his past private life. Questions give you answers; however these aren’t always answers that you want to hear- no matter how trivial. Even so, I was finding it difficult to push back feelings of jealousy when it involved someone that I cared for a lot. I wanted to move forwards with Harry; not hold on to things that happened before we even knew one another. I wasn’t prepared to take that risk.
The media attention was exactly what I’d expected. It was manic and it was relentless. Whilst Harry was dealing with countless paparazzi and journalists bombarding him every second of every day, I was riding a much calmer wave. One of the plus-sides to not being a public star was that you could go about your everyday life without even having to talk to anyone else. My world was a completely different one to Harry’s. Nobody cared about what I had for breakfast or where my coat was from; or which club I was frequenting and who with. The most I’d had was an “Oh my God” from my friend after hearing about the interview. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I wouldn’t stand a hope in hell of surviving life in the public eye. I was certain that I’d be in prison after a week for assaulting some brash journalist with no sense of personal space. I didn’t know how so many people managed. Harry was exceptionally good with the press and he seemed to almost always brush things off of his shoulder without letting them sink in. He was young but he had a thick skin and knew better than to take note of the things that people published about him. I, on the other hand, would be one of those terrible celebrity tweeters that insisted on trying to defend themselves every five minutes in 140 characters or less. I didn’t like the thought of people thinking bad of me- I never had done.
As I walked to work from the tube station, the icy morning air brought a rosy tint to my cheeks. A hot coffee in a disposable cup warmed my hands and steam rose in thick white curls into the open air; gradually vanishing into nothingness. Despite it now being Thursday, newspapers were still clutching on to Harry’s interview, and I laughed inwardly as the guy at the newsstand held out a paper with Harry on the front page and asked if I’d like to buy it. I politely declined with a wave of my hand and a smile and continued my journey to work; breathing in the crisp air and enjoying the bright blueness of the sky above me.
My day had gone at an average speed- slow enough for me to fit all of my work in but not quite quickly enough to give me that ‘almost the weekend’ feeling. By the time I’d gotten home, it was dark and my hair was soaked through from an unexpected thunder storm that caught me out on the walk between the tube and my flat. I left a trail of water right from the door to the bathroom; where I instantly turned on the shower and stripped myself down to nothing but my wet skin. The water was so hot that the mirror steamed up within minutes, and as I stepped inside, goosebumps pricked my skin from the intense temperature change. I let the water envelope me for at least twenty minutes, until my skin was flushed red, before begrudgingly turning the water off. I was quickly hit by a horrid chill that had me running like a small nimble animal to put a jumper, jogging bottoms and two pairs of sock on. Despite the Indian summer that we’d had for the majority of September, England had completely bypassed autumn. No beautiful oranges and yellows amidst the trees; no fiery sunsets and occasional warm breezes there to remind you of the summer months. England was cold and the dark nights were drawing in quickly.
I settled on the sofa with a blanket and a steaming cup of tea before flicking through the TV channels. Being a Thursday, soap after soap followed and I soon switched the TV off and grabbed my book from the side. I was reading a book about an old professor and a twelve year old girl. Or a ‘nymphet’, as he liked to call her. It was wordy and eloquent and took me a while to get my head around in places, however his writing really was quite extraordinary; particularly the ways in which he almost convinced the reader that his feelings and actions were justified, despite them being very morally wrong and illegal.
I was abruptly pulled from my fantasy world when my phone began to vibrate sharply against the table in front; shifting along the pine wood with each buzz and ring. I considered not answering it. I was tired and wasn’t in the mood to speak with anybody. But with each passing second and each increasingly loud ring, my curiosity grew and it wasn’t long before I’d caved and had the phone in my hand. I was pleasantly surprised to see Harry’s name and an instant warmth rushed through me. I hadn’t spoken to him today but I’d just assumed that he’d been busy.
“Hello?” I answered softly.
“Hi.”
His voice was clipped and agitated and the coolness of his tone took me by surprise.
“Are you okay?”
“No. I’m fucking pissed off.”
“What’s wrong?”
He let out an exasperated breath at the other end. “Some guy was trying to get a photo of me as I walked from the studio and ended up bruising my shoulder and ripping my shirt.”
“Jesus. That’s terrible.”
“I’m so angry, Emilia. I’m a human being. Not a fucking piece of meat.”
A horrible gut-wrenching feeling presented itself in the pit of my stomach. Having Harry so worked up and upset on the other end of the phone was difficult to hear. I hadn’t experienced him like this before and wasn’t sure how best to handle it.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I don’t know what to say. Paps can be fucking wankers at times.”
“All of the time,” Harry mumbled. “It’s just been really difficult this week. Since the interview, you know.”
“I know,” I sighed sympathetically. “And if I could draw some of the attention away from you, I would.”
“I’m not getting you involved. Not yet.”
“Things will die down soon- once the vultures find their new piece of meat.”
I was relieved to hear Harry laugh on the other end.
“I guess so… How was your day?”
“It was okay,” I laughed. “Nothing special.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Nothing really. I’m just reading…”
“Can I come around? Just for a few hours.”
I glanced at the digital clock just beneath the TV: 8.15pm.
“Of course,” I smiled. “As long as you don’t attract any abusive paps on your way.”
Harry laughed. “I’ll do my best. I won’t be longer than half an hour.”
“Just call me when you’re outside and I’ll open the door so you can come straight up.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
-
Harry and I sat beneath the thick blanket in comfortable clothes and with cups of tea in hand. I liked seeing Harry dressed down. He was wearing a thick-knit navy jumper and grey jogging bottoms. I’d even sneaked a peak at his socks, which were white and thick- like rugby socks. He was still Harry, but stripped of the image that the media often portrayed. He wasn’t dressed in a smart blazer and didn’t have to make sure that his skin was polished and hair styles. He sat opposite me with his hair swept from his face and falling in all directions; showing off a few spots on his forehead that I knew certain magazines would rant and rave about. But I didn’t care. I liked that he didn’t care. He’d come around like this in the knowledge that it wouldn’t make a blind bit of difference to me, and I was glad that he felt that way. It was how I felt too; sat in front of him with my hair pulled back and face stripped of make-up. I knew that I looked a mess, but it hadn’t stopped him from kissing me as he walked through the door.
Now this really was a cup of tea and slippers evening. Here we were; facing one another with legs crossed as we talked about anything and everything. From the headlines that had swept the nation to what we’d had for lunch that day.
“That girl,” Harry began as he gauged me with wary eyes. “We went on a few dates but that was it.”
“Hm?” I looked up at him from beneath my lashes as I took a sip from my mug.
“The girl in all the magazines. We were seeing each other for a time, but nothing more than a kiss happened.”
Ah. The beautiful model-looking girl that I’d shamefully allowed my envy to grow over.
“You don’t need to explain yourself, Harry,” I smiled.
“But I want to. I’d tell you if it was more. But it wasn’t.”
There was sincerity in Harry’s voice and eyes as he spoke and I put my trust in his admission. As quickly as that, I was over it. The past was the past and dwelling and wondering did nothing for the present. Harry was here and at this moment in time, I was happier than I’d felt in a very long while. I wanted to take life as it was; not as it had been.
An hour or so passed as our mindless conversations continued; pausing only to succumb to lust and kiss one another.
“I’m going to the pub tomorrow evening with a few friends,” Harry started. “If you’re free, I’d like you to come.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I laughed. “You’ve had enough grief this week.”
He smiled and ran his hand back and forth over my knee.
“It’s a tiny pub in Primrose Hill. No one will be there to see. Trust me.”
I thought for a moment. “I’m not going to finish work until 7 tomorrow because I have a late meeting.”
“Just come straight from work.”
I arched a brow at Harry as I thought about the state I’d look after a ten hour day. I could picture it now; wayward hair, smudged make-up, creased shirt. Looking a mess indoors was completely different to look a mess in public… And in front of Harry’s friends.
“You’ll look fine, Emilia. You always do.”
I hummed sarcastically; although appreciative of his kind words.
“Okay, but I’m warning you. It’s not going to be a pretty sight.”
Harry’s dimple deepened as he grinned amusedly. “Stop being ridiculous and come here.”
His hands clasped around each of my wrists and he pulled me forwards so that my body fell on top of his; both laughing as our lips met and played with one another.
My body slid beneath Harry’s and my legs came either side of his waist; hands moving underneath the knit of his jumper and over his hot back as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. With the lights off and nothing but the moonlight shining through the crack in the curtains to illuminate the room, my toes curled and I came with Harry inside of me; no one but him to feel my body tremble and hear my quiet cries of pleasure.
-
I held a hairpin between my lips and glanced in the bathroom mirror. As anticipated, I looked as worn as the day was long. No amount of rubbing my thumb beneath my eyes was getting rid of the dark circles of eyeliner that were staining my skin, and no amount of concealer was able to cover the mountain of a spot that had formed on my chin within the space of an hour. Thankfully, my hair had managed to avoid the frizz from the damp air. It fell in neat and satisfying waves over my shoulders and somehow managed to look just as it had done before I’d left the house this morning, which was a rarity. My hair often had a mind of its own and had a habit of looking nice at the most pointless of times, i.e. after a bath and before bed. I applied a thin layer of lip gloss to my lips and put my coat on before smoothing down my skirt; hoping that Harry would have warned his friends that I was coming straight from work, rather than them thinking that I’d just made no effort. I wasn’t vain. I didn’t go to the salon every week and spend ages in front of the mirror each morning. In fact, once coming from the shower, I could be ready to leave the house within twenty minutes. But I did take pride in my appearance. In my line of work, I had to meet with people every day and first impressions counted.
As I stepped off of the tube station nearest to Primrose Hill, I sent Harry a text to say that I was almost there. His reply was almost instant; happy and enthusiastic, with a cute little smiley face at the end. I held my hands underneath my armpits as I tried to keep warm. My heels clipped along the concrete and echoed between the quiet buildings. It was funny to think that just a few weeks ago, the sun would have still been shining and people would have been out on the streets.
I came to the pub that Harry had told me. It looked small from the outside; a simple sign above the door with two hanging baskets either side. The benches outside of the front had been abandoned; nothing but a few empty and half-finished pint glasses upon them to suggest that people had been there not long ago, probably before the sun had set and the cool night air had taken over.
As I stepped inside, a small bell rang above me. Very twee and quite endearing; as if entering a small countryside pub. I quickly scanned the room for any sign of Harry to avoid having to walk around and weave between tables like a lost puppy. From the corner of the room, I heard a deep voice utter my name. I turned to my right and saw Harry looking up at me with an amused glint to his eyes. He was sat amidst a group of people who all in turn turned around to look at me. I blushed and smiled. A sudden wave of nerves overcame me and Harry sensed that, as he excused himself from his seat and walked over to me.
“Hey,” he smiled, brushing his fingertips over the top of my hand. “You look nervous.”
“I am nervous,” I laughed quietly. “I’m usually fine with people. But… I don’t know. I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” he soothed. “They’re all really excited to meet you.”
I took a deep breath as I shrugged my coat from my shoulders. My nerves were already beginning to disintegrate just from Harry’s reassuring words.
“Let me take that. I’ll get you a drink.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” I smiled as we began walking over to the quiet bar, “I’ll buy it.”
Harry turned to face me and grinned. “I’ll buy you a drink. No buts.”
I laughed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Gin an-“
“Double gin and slim-line tonic please.”
Before I’d even finished, Harry had ordered the drink that was right on the tip of my tongue. His left eye dropped into a smug wink and I couldn’t help but laugh. If it were anyone else, it would have come across as cocky, but it was Harry and this was part of him and his natural charm. As the barmaid placed my drink on the bar, I took a few big sips from the straw; watching as the liquid quickly slid beneath the ice and lime to just under half way. Harry watched me with wide eyes as he took a much smaller sip from his pint glass.
“Better?” he laughed.
I let the straw fall from my lips and smiled up at him. I hadn’t managed to eat since lunchtime and I could already feel the strong alcohol sinking into my bloodstream.
“Much,” I smiled, before following him back to the table in the corner.
“Guys,” Harry began, “This is Emilia.”
In a split second, I counted four males and one female. All were dressed casually- loose t-shirts and jeans- however it was evident that they were all very up to date with style and fashion. They looked chic but with a certain edge that made them stood out; big hair, big accessories… I guessed that they were all older than Harry by at least five years. Very different to the types of people that most eighteen year olds would hang around with. Then again, Harry wasn’t a typical eighteen year old male. He had both physically and emotionally matured far ahead of his time. I hadn’t even once thought about his age since getting to know him. It was completely irrelevant to me and made no difference to my feelings.
“Now Emilia…” One of the guys directed his gaze at me. His hair was swept back into a huge quiff and he had a ring through his nose. His face was angular and eyes a piercing blue; lips curving into a half-smile as he looked right at me.
“What’s a girl like you doing with this?”
He cocked his head towards Harry and turned to flash him an amused smile at his quip.
“Oi!” Harry laughed as he nudged the guy with his elbow.
I laughed as I took a seat on the back bench next to Harry, and despite his flattery, I could instantly tell that this particular man was not interested in me in that way- or any girl, for that matter. I appreciated his joke. It was cliché but instantly broke the ice.
“Ignore him,” Harry whispered. “He hasn’t gotten any in a while.”
“I heard that,” the guy mumbled as he turned his nose up at Harry and laughter broke out across the table.
Harry went around the table and introduced everybody to me with a little bit about where they’d met and how they knew one another. I recognised one of them- Nick- from the radio. It seemed almost surreal to be sat opposite him in a small pub drinking G&Ts when I’d been aware of him for such a long period of time. I was thankful that I wasn’t one of those people that was easily starstruck, or I suspected that I’d be a bumbling and embarrassing idiot right now.
As I took a sip of my drink, Harry’s hand came to rest on my knee; giving it a quick and reassuring squeeze. I turned to face him and he smiled; taking his lower lip between his teeth before leaning closer to my ear.
“Last night was amazing,” he breathed hotly, pressing his fingertips into the skin just above my knee. “You came so hard beneath me.”
A tremour ran through my body; right from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. There was nothing I could do to prevent my pulse from quickening and nipples hardening against the sheer material of my blouse. I moved my hand beneath the table and gripped onto his fingers tightly as they lingered over my black tights.
“Harry,“ I whispered; pushing his hand from my thigh.
I could see him smirking in the corner of my eye as I tried to listen to the conversation that was going on across the table. Truth be told, my mind was in a completely different world after that; one that I was desperately willing myself to come from as to not torture myself in the company of others.
“I’m going to get a drink. Anyone else?”
I smiled and listened to each person state their preference- double vodkas all round, bar myself and Harry, who was drinking beer. As I walked from the table, I felt a hand brush my waist and I looked up to see Harry walking beside me.
“Can you not do that?” I laughed as I propped myself up at the bar.
He raised his eyebrow and grinned, as if completely innocent to my plea. “Do what?”
“You know what.”
Harry laughed as I took a twenty pound note from my purse and grabbed the barmaid’s attention.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I quickly ordered our drinks and then turned to face him. “Forgiven. Just keep those wanton hands and that wayward mouth of yours to yourself when we’re in the middle of some pub. Or I’ll tie them to the table.”
“That sounds like a serious threat,” he smirked. “And what about my wayward tongue?”
I took a quick sip of my gin as the barmaid lined the rest of the drinks up.
“Perhaps I’ll gag you too.”
His eyes widened and I could tell that he was amused.
“This sounds like a fantasy that’s played out in your head a few times…”
I smirked as a blush warmed my cheeks; presumably from the alcohol as well as the nature of our conversation. Tying Harry up had crossed my mind a few times. I wanted to understand how it made him feel. I wanted to know what sorts of things went through his mind each time he had me bound for his play. Some people were naturally submissive and I was certain that I was one of them, but I wanted to test myself; my capability to dominate and control. And the thought of his body stretched atop the sheets as he lay there helplessly was entirely erotic.
“Would you ever let me tie you up?”
I kept my voice low; just loud enough for Harry’s ears. Having this conversation- here and now- was entirely inappropriate, yet completely exhilarating. He took a deep breath and smiled, and as he studied my eyes, his mouth ends kinked upwards.
“Would you like to tie me up?”
“It’s crossed my mind…”
“Then let’s try it.”
“Tonight?” I asked gingerly.
Harry smirked. “Tonight.”
-
It was just gone 11pm when Harry and I left the pub. We close to one another as we walked down the street; safe in the knowledge that his house was just a few moments away. Primrose Hill wasn’t the smallest town I’d been to, but everything was in walking distance. You could get from Harry’s house to the shops and then back again in the space of ten minutes. I felt a little tipsy and couldn’t stifle a giggle as Harry’s hand slipped beneath my coat and around my waist. As we approached his house, Harry took me by surprise and pulled me down a dimly lit alleyway between two houses; pushing me up against a white brick wall. My breath caught in my throat and his lips came down on to my own; hands either side of my face as mine clasped around his waist. The kiss was hot, hard and desperate. There was no time to breathe, let alone think, and at one point I was certain that my lips were going to bruise. Not that I minded. Everything about his kiss felt so good; from the fight between our tongues to the heaviness of his soft lips on mine. His hands never once let go of my face; not even when I was pulling my fingers desperately through his thick curls and he was groaning into my mouth. As he sucked my lower lip between his teeth, he slowly began to pull away. His lips were full and wet and his eyes were as dark as the night sky; swimming with lust and arousal as he looked me straight in the eyes. I leant forwards and kissed him again; hard. His kiss was like no other. It was addictive. I wondered how I’d gone my whole life without experiencing this sort of thrill. This insatiable desire.
“Let’s go inside,” Harry breathed out heavily as he grazed his nose over mine. “I think we have some experimenting to do, don’t you?”
He smirked as he took a step back and released me from the wall. My lips tingled fiercely as blood rushed to the surface, slowly swelling… alongside the heavy flow of blood rushing between my legs.
Within a minute, Harry and I were on the other side of his door. I’d slipped my leather jacket from my shoulders and had hung it up on the coat rack next to his, which I noticed was a rather nice Burberry number.
“Freebie?” I laughed as I circled my finger around one of the buttons.
Harry looked over to me and grinned, and without him saying a word, I knew that it was. He stood there in a white scoop-neck t-shirt and dark navy jeans. I could see his collar bones peeking through the exposed skin of his chest, and I smirked to myself as I imagined taking the hot skin between my teeth and bringing the blood to the surface; marking him with shadows of want and lust. Perhaps I would once he was tied up… little red and purple marks right from his neck to his hipbone. I couldn’t help but wonder whether he bruised easily or whether I’d have to tease his skin for slightly longer than usual. Just for the sake of having my lips on him, tasting him, I hoped that it was the latter.
I stepped out of my shoes and left them neatly by the door before walking over to where Harry was standing. He looked down at me with heavy lids and I knew that the kiss we’d shared just moments ago had worked him us just as much as it had me. He cocked his head towards the stairs and I took my lip between my teeth and smiled as I followed him to his room.
In the light, I could see the subtle pink flush spread unevenly over his chest, and as I stood before him, I slid my hands up his front until my fingertips were teasing his hot flesh.
“Are you nervous?” I whispered.
His eyes fluttered shut and I moved my hands up further; sliding my fingers over the dip just behind his collar bones.
“Not nervous,” he answered softly with his eyes still shut. “Curious.”
I leant forwards and pressed my lips to his skin. I could taste aftershave mingled with warm flesh, and as I stepped backwards slightly, I took the lower hem of his t-shirt between my fingers and began pulling it up his torso. Harry pinched the shoulders of his t-shirt and pulled it the rest of the way before dropping it to the floor.
“Are you getting me naked, Emilia?” he questioned amusedly.
I couldn’t remember a time where I hadn’t been fully undressed before Harry was- apart from the times in the morning and at night when we were both already naked. I ran my hands over his bare skin; letting my palms feel every ridge of his abdominal muscles.
“I’m going to have to show you how to tie my wrists to the bed before you get too carried away.”
My eyes snapped up to look at his and he was smirking down at me. The fact that I didn’t actually know how to bind his wrists had completely slipped my mind.
“I assume that it’s the bed you want me tied to…”
I watched as Harry walked around to his bedside table and opened the drawer, before pulling the same box out that I’d seen the very first time we had sex.
“Is that where you keep it all?”
“Yes,” he laughed. “Silk or rope?”
Silk or rope… I didn’t want to hurt him but I was fixated by the thought of deep red marks encircling his wrists. Marks that would depict the battle between his control and his desire; an intense struggle that I’d been subject to. My eyes were drawn to the rope as he held it in his hand and I could feel my pulse quicken as my mind conjured up images that I imagined had occupied Harry’s mind on many occasions.
“Rope it is then,” he smirked without me even saying a word. “Come here a second.”
Harry sat down on the bed and waited for me to join him.
“I’m going to show you a simple knot, called a French Bowline knot.”
He brought my hands into his lap and clasped them together. I held them still and watched as he wrapped the thick, white nylon rope around my wrists a few times and twisted and pulled them through.
“See? Notice how the pressure is spread evenly and not pressing directly onto your pulse point?"
I nodded. The knot was tied at the outsides of my wrists.
"It's generally good to have your partner breathing at the end of it."
I breathed out a laugh at his wry remark, though my eyes were fixed firmly on the rope as I retraced the pattern in my mind.
"It's also a knot that won't tighten when put under strain."
He was smirking at me when I looked up at him, and I knew that he was referring to his potential struggle ahead. Just the thought of him pulling desperately against his restraints had my lower region throbbing.
"Pull this part back through here and...”
He pulled the loose ends back through the gap and my wrists came free almost instantly, before he showed me the formation again.
Once my wrists were free for a second time, I flexed them and took the rope in my own hands.
“Where did you learn to tie knots?”
“I was a Boy Scout,” Harry stated matter of factly.
I looked up at him in surprise, to be greeted with a humoured expression.
“I’m kidding,” he laughed. “I learnt by watching and practising.”
Harry Styles: Dedicated Boy Scout and knot connoisseur. Singing around campfires and snaring wild woodland animals. I smiled at the amusing thought as I brought the rope around Harry’s wrists and followed his instructions; twisting it around until they were held securely.
“Not bad for a first try,” he smiled as he looked up at me. “Now for the bed, all you have to do is tie the loose end around the pole. This knot is typically used to bind single limbs, but can work with tying them together as well.”
The thought of Harry playing around with ropes... Mm. Very arousing.
"There are some scissors in that drawer over there just in case."
I glanced over to the half-open drawer that Harry had nodded to. It was reassuring to have him guiding me. Before Harry, bondage had been nothing more than a fantasy that I'd played out in my mind. I'd never even given the safety precautions any thought. That wasn't me being naive or ignorant; I was fully aware of the dangers that came with this sort of play. I just simply hadn't needed to think about them before.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked as I pulled his hands free and placed the rope on the edge of the bed.
He leant forwards and pressed his lips to mine; running his hand back and forth over the inside of my thigh.
“Yes,” he smirked. “All yours.”
As I leant forwards and kissed him, I slid my palm over the crotch of his jeans; rubbing back and forth firmly as I felt him beginning to grow and strain against the denim. His hand squeezed my knee and I moved my hands to his belt; taking my time as his breathing shallowed in anticipation. I knew how fast his heart would be beating as I undressed him and prepared him for my play. I’d felt that same exhilaration so many times before. I moved to the floor and knelt between his legs, staring up at him. His eyes were fixed upon me firmly; watching each and every move that I made. With the pop of a button and the pull of a zip, his jeans came undone and I slowly dragged them from his thighs, leaving him in just a pair of tight black boxer briefs that were already straining away from his body.
“Lie back,” I instructed softly as I got to my feet and stood before him; watching as he shifted backwards to the centre of the bed and lowered his back to the sheets with his hands resting on his hips.
“Here?” he asked as he kept his eyes on mine.
I nodded and crawled on to the bed; placing a knee either side of his waist. A quiet groan vibrated in his throat as I spread my legs over him and took his hands in mine, before pushing them above his head. Harry tilted his head back to watch and I occasionally glanced down for reassurance, to which he’d nod and encourage me to continue. I wrapped the rope around his wrists in the simple formation that he’d shown me, until they were tied securely to the metal pole of the bed head.
“Is that too tight?”
He pulled his wrists forwards but they moved no more than a centimetre or so.
“No, although I’m sure I’ll have the marks to remind me tomorrow,” he smirked.
I shifted myself down slightly and pressed my lips to his. I could feel his erection growing and hardening between my thighs as I lay astride him, and he sighed quietly into our kiss as I pushed my hips down to tease him.
My lips were soon on his jaw and neck. I took the skin over his jugular between my teeth and sucked hard, before letting it slip from them with a sharp hiss from Harry. The blood vessels beneath the skin had broken and surfaced so that a small, delicate-looking purple mark had formed on his slightly tanned skin. I brushed my fingertip over it; marvelling at my own work.
“Do you like love bites?” Harry asked through short breaths.
Without looking up at him, I pressed my lips to his collar bone and kissed the skin there; humming in affirmation. I could feel the beat of his heart against my lips.
“Mark me,” Harry whispered. “I’m yours.”
I’d never thought that such yielding words could be so arousing and I planned on taking full advantage. I grazed my teeth over his bone before closing my lips around the skin and creating a harsh suction; sucking until I was certain that the skin had broken. His muscles tensed at my affliction, and I ran my tongue over the fresh mark as I nursed it soothingly.
I continued my descent down his body; kissing and biting his skin along the way. I brushed my lips over the line of hair leading from his navel to his pubis before sitting myself upright with my thighs resting on his. His torso was a canvas of reds and purples; a variety of different sized and shaped marks scattered from his neck to his ribcage. I couldn’t quite believe how pretty they looked upon his skin. He was looking up at me with dark amusement, presumably from having discovered one of my carnal weaknesses; my favourite one.
As I manoeuvred myself further down his legs, I tucked my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers. He was craning his neck upwards from the pillow in order to watch, and I seductively pulled my lip between my teeth as I languidly drew them over his erection. Harry sighed loudly as it fell back against his stomach and landed heavily, reaching upwards right to his navel. I watched in fascination as his cock continued to swell and grow with each passing heartbeat; thick, hard and ready to be played with.
I felt so powerful as he lay there with his hands tied above his head; completely naked and bound. His body looked absolutely magnificent. So slender and stretched upon the sheets with his muscles pulling tightly; right from the fierce strain of his biceps to the defined V line that passed between his hips. His feet reached the end of the bed and his toes were pointing towards the ceiling as he lay with his legs out straight. His nipples were hard and a much darker shade than usual; necklace resting idly between them. I was even drawn to the deep pit of his arms and that hair right in the hollow of them; thick and dark brown. It matched those that surrounded his cock and the very insides of his thighs; another welcome reminder of his physical maturity. He was most definitely all man. And of course, the sight of his hard cock straining upwards with the foreskin fully retracted had my blood heating and arousal swelling right from my very core. For the first time, I’d had a small insight into how Harry felt each time I was spread out like this for him. Ready and yielding. It was an indescribable high that I’d never felt. A control that I was certain could become addictive.
“How do you feel?” Harry asked with an amused slant to his lips.
“Good,” I breathed. “You?”
“Exposed,” he laughed. “But good.”
I leant forwards and brushed my fingers over his hard shaft. “I can tell.”
I could sense him watching me as I got from the bed and walked over to the open drawer where he’d left the box. I opened the lid; eyes widening as its contents sent my mind into overdrive. Different ropes; silks; a vibrator; nipple clamps; lube… Nothing outrageous, but physically and mentally stimulating nonetheless. I couldn’t quite believe how much promise had been held in that one box upon first laying eyes on it. It was completely surreal to think that there was a time not long ago when all of this was unbeknown to me. It was almost impossible to imagine a time without Harry and all of this.
I took one of the black silk scarves in my hand and pulled it from the box before closing the lid and walking back over to the bed. I brought my knees on to the bed and knelt at Harry’s side; pulling the smooth silk through my fingers as I looked Harry right in the eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
His lips kinked at the mimic of his own words.
“I trust you more than I think you realise.”
“I’m going to blindfold you…”
“I know you are,” he smirked as he lifted his head to allow my hands access.
I could feel my hands trembling with nervous anticipation as I carefully covered his eyes with the scarf and tied it into a loose knot at the back of his head.
“Can you see?”
“No,” he smiled.
I brushed my palm over his hard nipples and watched as the hairs on his arms and legs came to life; pricking up in quick succession like a sea of grass in the wind. I leant forwards and took one into my mouth; swirling my tongue around the small peak as I used my finger and thumb to pinch the other. For the first few moments as I kissed his chest and abdomen, flicking my tongue over the lustful bruises that had already begun to grow, he remained still and seemingly calm. The self-control that he so often exerted was proving to be useful in his subordination. But as my lips began teasing the very innards of his hard thighs, I could feel his muscles tense and hear his breathing begin to shallow; hips flexing upwards each time I inched closer towards his shaft, before moving my attention elsewhere.
“What would you do if I left you here?” I teased as I sat up for a moment to admire his body.
“I’d break these posts and spank the absolute hell out of you.”
My stomach clenched. Even though his lips curved wryly, I didn’t doubt his words for a second. Harry was kind, gentle and compassionate, but he also had a dark and carnal streak that kept me right on the edge of my toes. It wasn’t wicked; it was thrilling.
I averted my eyes back to Harry’s cock and brushed the very tip of my finger up a prominent vein that lay a path up the left hand side of his shaft, right from the base to just below the head. It was one that I noticed each time; so thick beneath his silky skin. For the amount of times I’d teased and admired it, I felt like I should give it a name. His manhood was so finely sculpted. It was long, thick and completely straight; curving upwards ever so slightly once it reached the tip. The soft skin that covered it was tanned with a few thin purple and blue veins winding just beneath the surface. I’d often trace them with my tongue, just because they were his and because I could. His taste was just as pleasing as his aesthetics. It was almost neutral with hints of warm flesh and a mild saltiness.
My entire lower region throbbed as I took his body in; slowly lowering my head so that he could feel my hot breath sliding over his sensitive flesh. His body tensed and his arms pulled against the bed head as I drew my tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip, where I collected a small drop of pre-come on to my tongue. I smiled as a strained laugh caught on the edge of his groan and I used the tip of my tongue to tease his slit. I wrapped my lips around the very tip and sucked lightly; drawing enough of him into my mouth for his hips to thrust forwards in desperation. I hummed satisfactorily, which in turn drove him wild.
“Do that again,” he breathed out heavily.
I cupped his balls as my throat hummed around his shaft. I swear that the noise he made could have made me come on the spot. It was loud, strained and sounded almost as if he were in pain. I replaced my mouth with my hand and stole a moment to look up at him. His lips were parted and neck fully extended and I gauged his reaction as I slid my index and middle finger behind his heavy balls and pressed firmly against his perineum. With a sharp exhalation, his back came from the bed, and as I flicked my tongue over the very tip of his penis, I increased the pressure of my fingers between his legs.
“Emilia.” His voice was quiet but full of warning.
I know that the combination of my palm on his balls and fingers moving over the sensitive spot just behind them could send him over the edge in no time at all. However it was my plan to bring him as close as possible to breaking point without making him come. As I watched his toes curl and his taste began to fill my mouth even more so, I brought my hands from him and gave the head a gentle kiss, leaving his worked up body to recover for a moment.
I moved from the bed and walked over to the mirror hanging up on the left wall of the room. I watched myself as I unbuttoned my white blouse and slipped my skirt down my thighs; leaving me in just black tights and the black lace teddy that I’d put on to avoid revealing myself through the opaqueness of my blouse. The all-in-one hugged each of my curves; cinching me in tightly at the waist. My breasts almost spilled from the flimsy lace cups and I could see my nipples poking through the material. It wasn’t the type of underwear that you wore for comfort and support. It was one that you wore to look and feel good. I was a firm believer that if you felt good underneath, that would show on the surface.
“Have you undressed?”
I turned to Harry whose chest was rising and falling rhythmically. His cock looked painfully hard against his skin with the head a deep shade of pink.
“A little,” I answered softly.
“Let me see you, Emilia.”
I wasn’t sure if he said my name on purpose or not, but each time he did, I felt compelled to do as he asked. I walked over to Harry and stood right at the head of the bed. His head turned to face me and as I studied his dark and plump lips, I couldn’t stop myself from bending down to kiss them. They were smooth and warm and our tongues remained hidden as we shared a short chaste kiss. As I came from him, I pushed the blindfold just above his eyes and took a step back.
“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned as his eyes shifted frantically over my body.
His biceps bulged beneath his skin as he momentarily forgot that he was tied and tried to move forwards, before sighing frustratedly and relaxing back to the sheets below. “I want to touch you so much.”
“And I want to play a game…” I purred, to which he raised his eyebrows and smirked up at me.
“What type of game?”
I held his gaze and slipped one of the straps from my shoulder, and then the other, so that they dangled just below my arms.
“I’m going to press certain body parts to your lips…”
I slowly peeled the lace teddy past my breasts so that my nipples were visible to Harry’s stare.
“…and I want you to guess what they are.”
It fell to my waist, leaving my top half exposed. Harry’s eyes were like dark pools with no end, brimming with ardent lust. I leant forwards and took Harry into darkness once again.
I stepped from my underwear and removed my tights, so that I was just as naked as Harry was; although admittedly at a slightly greater advantage than he… Even if it was taking all of my will power not to sit astride him and sink down on to his beautiful cock. This was just as much as a tease for me as it was for him; building us both up until we had no choice but to give in. The giving in was inevitable. It was the anticipation of when the inevitable would happen that kept us both right on the edge; knowing that there was so much pleasure still to come. I dropped my knees to the bed so that I was kneeling over his body and as I pressed my finger to his lips, he smirked and closed them around my flesh; sucking and swirling his tongue sensually.
“Middle finger.”
I pulled my finger from his grasp and brushed it over his nipple. “Correct.”
I leant forwards so that my shoulder came in front of his lips, and as he found my flesh, he sponged wet kisses on my shoulder and along my collar bone.
“Shoulder and collar bone,” he smiled against my skin.
My heart was racing at a ridiculous speed. As I pressed my lips to his, I moved my right leg over his body so that I was sat astride his waist. My hands moved all over his front and around his neck as we kissed for much longer than I’d anticipated. I was struggling to keep my wits about me.
“Lips,’ he breathed heavily against my own. “I’d know those lips anywhere.”
I smiled and our lips slowly parted from one another. With my hands either side of his head, I held my body above his and lowered my right nipple to his mouth. He sucked the hard peak between his lips and bit down playfully, causing my back to arch.
“Nipple.”
“Which one?” I challenged.
He flicked his tongue around it and ventured on to my breast. “Seeing as there’s a tiny little mole right there, I’m going to go with right.”
“Very good,” I laughed, and he gave it one more gentle suck before freeing me from his masterful lips.
“And how about…”
I pulled my body along his torso until I was sat on his chest with my navel in line with his parted lips; tongue ready to tease and explore.
“Christ, Emilia. I can feel how wet you are on my chest.”
I sighed as I stretched my torso and held on to the rail that his hands were tied to. I could feel how turned on I was too. I pressed my navel to his lips and his tongue instantly found my skin and teased the very outer circle. I quivered above him. His tongue and lips were so hot and wet upon my skin, and as I pulled myself further up his body, he left a wet trail of saliva from my navel to just above my pubic bone. My breaths matched his as I held myself there completely still; savouring each delicate sensation that was coursing through my body.
“Navel to pubic bone,” Harry whispered, before taking my skin between his teeth.
By the time my knees were either side of his neck, I’d forgotten that we were even playing that game. I looked down at him as he lay with his head just beneath the pillow. I could feel his breath washing hotly between my legs, and as he turned his cheek to his left, he brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I wondered what was running through his mind and whether he’d enjoy having his head between my legs in this manner. It was a position that I hadn’t tried before and I felt somewhat nervous to indulge. All I had to do was shift myself an inch or so and I’d be positioned right over his face; spread open for his lips and tongue to tease.
As I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, the very tip of Harry’s tongue flicked out over my clitoris and the air was forced back out of me. My thighs jerked and knees slid on the sheets, lowering me and opening me up completely for him.
“There we go,” he drawled as he flicked his tongue upwards again; this time circling it around the throbbing bundle of nerves. “If my hands weren’t tied, I’d hold you down properly.”
Waves of pleasure soared through me. He wasted no time in getting to work; lips parting to move over my hot flesh and give way for his tongue to explore. I used the bar in front to support myself and began flexing my hips back and forth; leaning back to watch his mouth send me into pleasures unknown. His tongue dipped in and out of me and then moved back to my clitoris; keeping my body suspended right on the edge. As I felt my climax beginning to rise, I leant backwards a little more so that I was sat on his chest with my arms behind me and legs either side of his chest.
“Are you going to let yourself come?” His lips spread against my centre as he spoke. “Seeing as you’re in control…”
I knew that with a few more expert licks and sucks that I would. But I was so eager to fill the emptiness that I could feel right in my very core. An emptiness that only one part of Harry could satisfy right now.
He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it between them. My entire body tensed and my head fell backwards to face the ceiling in complete euphoria.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whispered as my hips betrayed me and bucked against his face.
“But you’re so close,” he smirked.
I struggled to pull myself from his skilled assault and as I slowly withdrew my hips, his head followed me until he could no longer reach.
In the dimness of the room, Harry’s lips and chin glistened with my arousal and his tongue swept over his lower lip to collect some of the moisture I’d left. My stomach flipped at the sight. If this was how a man felt after finishing over a woman’s face, then I understood the enjoyment completely. I wondered what it would have looked like if I’d let myself go and come… How wet his lips would be…
I brushed my thumb over his chin as I pressed my lips to his.
“See? More self-control than you realise,” he whispered against my mouth.
I could feel his heart pounding against his chest; slightly quicker than the beat of my own. I wanted to hold this moment for as long as possible; the moment between irrepressible desire and succumbing to that desire. We were both hot and restless and ready for one another, and as I finally took his cock in my hand and positioned it at my entrance, I held my lips just inches from his own; both breathing heavily.
My breath caught in my throat as I sank down on to him slowly. He slid right in with just a couple of inches left untouched at the base of his shaft. I dug my fingertips into the skin over his stomach as I held myself there. There was no other sensation quite like the wholeness of having somebody so deep and close. He groaned deeply as I clenched around him and moved back up his length; holding him there tightly before I picked up a slow and steady rhythm.
I moved my hands to Harry’s chest and used him as leverage; alternating between grinding my hips along him and moving myself up and down.
“Are you going to let me watch you ride me?”
I leant down and moved my lips over his cheek until they were hovering right over his ear.
“Perhaps…” I teased.
“I think you’re enjoying this more than you thought you would,” Harry smirked as I sat back astride him and increased my pace ever so slightly.
He was right. I didn’t feel anywhere near as thrilled as I did when I was stripped and tied, but I felt exhilarated nonetheless. I leant forwards and kissed his jaw, before slowly pushing the silk material from his eyes. His curls fell free and he opened his eyes up to me; emerald orbs on crystal blue, gazing upon one another with such intensity.
I sat back up and clasped my hands over each of his thighs. My back arched as I ground my hips, making sure that he could feel each hot inch of me around him.
“Your body, Emilia,” Harry breathed as he stared up at me in what seemed like complete awe.
I watched as he grew increasingly restless; teasing him with my gentle control. The head of the bed shook as he pulled on the ropes; wincing each time they moved tightly over his skin. His muscles were tight and hard and his cheeks were pink; sweat forming in the pits of his arms and along his brow. He thrust his hips upwards in frustration and I cried out his name.
“Yes.”
Harder. Faster. Oh God.
“Please.”
His hips came to a halt and a desperate whimper left my lips.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
“Untie me and I’ll fuck you until you’re seeing stars.”
His voice was hoarse and strained as it ripped from his throat, and as he looked me straight in the eyes, I felt completely compelled. But it wasn’t just his need. It was mine too. I needed to feel him on top of me; deep inside of me as I lay beneath him. I needed him to take me.
I lifted myself from his length and let him fall from me; glancing between us to see how wet I’d left him. Very, was my answer to that. I leant forwards and held my hand over the carefully knotted rope.
“Are you going to punish me for teasing you?”
He smirked up at me as he watched my fingers lingering over the rope. One swift pull and he’d be free.
“No, I’m going to fuck you.”
I pushed the rope back on itself and Harry pulled his wrists forwards so that the binding slid right from him. He looked up at me with wicked amusement and my heart knocked fiercely against my chest in eager anticipation. Within an instant, his hands were on the backs of my thighs and he’d flipped me over on to the bed; breathing heavily above me as he pushed my knees to my chest. I breathed in as he continued to push my legs up; right until my knees were hooked over his shoulders and resting either side of my head with his weight against the backs of them. My muscles burned and trembled from the stretch, but as Harry filled me once more, my attention was drawn wholly to the warmth of him inside of me and the closeness of his body to mine.
Harry didn’t break his promise. He fucked me so hard that there was a moment that I thought I was going to pass out from a combination of the lack of oxygen in my lungs and the pleasure coursing through me. But this wasn’t the kind of hard that was just two people racing towards their ends with no awareness of the other. It was the kind of hard that savoured every single ounce of pleasure. And each other. It was intense and intimate. Harry alternated between quick penetrations and slow, deep grinds. My hands gripped on to the metal railings of Harry’s bed as I tried to hold myself still beneath him, but no matter how hard I tried, my entire body continued to jolt and writhe between him and the sheets.
In our final moments, he released my legs and they dropped either side of his waist; allowing his body to come down on to my own as he continued to penetrate me with forceful precision. Harry kissed me with such vehement lust; hot, hard and breathless.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I nodded and his hands came either side of my head; one linking in mine whilst the other slid around the back of my neck, fingertips pressing into my clammy skin. Hot fans of air escaped his lips with each thrust. I was fast losing control of my body and I had to fight every urge to let my eyes close and come in complete and utter blissful darkness.
“You’re coming.”
His voice was soft and soothing as he increased the grip around the back of my neck, holding me in his stare.
“Look at me.”
The command in his eyes took me over the edge and into an all-consuming rapture. He squeezed my hand in his and watched me come. He was right there with me, so deep inside of me, right until the very end of my sweet surrender.
Despite the frantic drive of his hips, the kiss that followed my orgasm was soft and indulgent. His deep groans filled my mouth and I moved my fingers in his; tucking them up towards his knuckles. A slick layer of sweat ran between his chest and mine and I could tell from his breathing alone that he was almost at his own end.
“Tell me where you want me,” he breathed hotly above me. “Inside of you?”
I looked up into wild eyes as I ran my fingers through his sweaty curls.
“Come in my mouth.”
If he wasn’t so aroused, I was sure that he would have laughed in surprise.
“Your mouth?”
I nodded. I wanted to have him in every way that I could. Intimacy didn’t stop at kissing and missionary. Having Harry hold himself above me and claiming my mouth as his was just as intimate, though in its own way. I’d tasted him properly only once before and I wanted to taste him again. His orgasm was for the both of us to enjoy and I wanted him to know that I adored everything about his body, just as he often told me about my own.
Harry closed the space between us and kissed me hard. After a few more quick and heavy thrusts, he was knelt over my face with his cock just before my lips, using his hand to work himself to his end. I looked up at him with wide eyes and parted lips as he panted and struggled for air. His head lolled back and the tendons of his neck strained beneath his dewy skin, alongside a thick vein that pulsed down the left side of his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Almost…”
His right hand moved back and forth furiously over his shaft; knuckles almost white from the tight grip that he had on himself. I’d always assumed that he was a right-hand man and now I knew. His eyes met mine through heavy lids. The vertical creases between his brows were set deeply as he bit down hard on his lip. Hot, sweaty and about to lose it. Man at his most vulnerable and raw. Pleasure blazed in his eyes and it was then that I knew he’d reached the point of no return. I held on to the backs of his thighs and pulled him onto my tongue. I could feel his tight muscles wavering, right on the edge of release. As Harry began to spill himself into my mouth, I made sure to hold his gaze. His orgasm came out thick and fast; instantly hitting the back of my throat in hot streams until it was nothing more than a gentle oozing on to my tongue. I swallowed everything that he gave me; every last drop of his pleasure. He tenderly stroked my jaw as I ran my tongue over the tip of his length; teasing him until his muscles were tensing and spasming from the overbearing sensitivity.
I slowly let Harry fall from my mouth and released my grip on his trembling thighs. A strained sigh escaped his lips as his cock continued to stand away from his body; covered in both my saliva and the final remnants of his own orgasm. It glistened before me; gradually decreasing in size as it lowered and softened. He leant over my body and reached to the bedside table, from which he grabbed a half-full glass of water. I just about managed to prop myself up on to my elbows and take it from him, before taking a few sips. I handed it to Harry and he downed the rest in one swift gulp; evidently exhausted and dehydrated. His chest rose and fell quickly as he drew short breaths; hair swept waywardly from his damp forehead. He put the glass back on the side and lay down on his back next to me.
His ribcage and hipbones jutted out with each intake of breath; eyes shut and hands linked together across his stomach. Even though his eyes were closed, I could tell from the rapid movement beneath them that he was far from asleep. He had a look of complete satisfaction upon his face, with his lips curved ever so slightly at each end. I curled my body into his left side and he opened his arm up for me to rest my head on. I loved moments like these. Our bodies lay close to one another as we basked in a comfortable silence; both aware of one another, yet neither one needing to speak a word.
With Harry’s fingertips moving delicately over my skin, I lost track of time.
“As much as I don’t want to move, I really do need a shower after that.”
Harry’s voice pulled me from my quiet world and I laughed. My hand was resting just above his pubic bone with my fingertips brushing the beginnings of the hair there. His skin was warm and still ever so slightly clammy; although much cooler than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Unless you’d rather have a bath?”
“A bath would be nice,” I murmured.
Harry took a deep breath and sat upright. He drew the tip of his finger right from my navel to the dip between my collar bones, before tapping it on the end of my nose. I laughed and sat up, and it was then that Harry’s attention fell to his wrists. He held his hands out in front of him and turned them to face the ceiling; palms outstretched. The skin over his wrists was worn and looked sore; red marks running in thick horizontal lines. One was particularly noticeable and a deep purple bruise had already begun to seep into the skin around it.
“Well these are definitely going to last a few days,” he laughed.
I came up onto my knees and moved my eyes over Harry’s body. Bites. Burns. Scratches. Harry was well and truly bruised with my amorous affection. I ran my thumbs over the hot and risen skin on his wrists. They were exactly how I’d imagined they would look, and they were just as they had been upon my own skin when Harry had bound me with rope. Even though they were only temporary and would fade, they marked a moment in time that Harry and I had shared together.
“Each time I look at these,” Harry whispered. “I’m going to be reminded that I was yours.”
He brushed his lips over the shell of my ear. “Am yours.”
He kissed my cheek and my insides melted. It was the affirmation that I hadn’t asked for, but one that I’d wanted to hear for a while.