"Excellent job today, petal." Harry glanced over his shoulder as he stuck the documents they'd just stolen into the hotel safe, sending her a playful wink before turning back to lock the safe. By the time she'd put the bar up on the door to keep it from being opened from the outside, Harry had crossed the room and stepped up behind her. His breath hit her neck as he murmured in her ear. "Or should I say, my Lady."
"Hmm, I like that," Piper agreed as she sank back against Harry, his hands smoothing around her waist so he could cross his arms over her middle and pull her back to him. "From now on I would like to only be addressed as Lady Lazarus."
Harry snickered against her neck and Piper scoffed, rolling her eyes. He made up for it by pressing a languid kiss to her pulse point before dragging her away from the door and directing her into their small hotel room, waddling behind her as he kept his body pressed flush to her back.
"You're quite proud of yourself for that, aren't you?" he murmured as he stopped them in front of the bed, reaching up to undo the clasp on the heavy necklace around her neck. It contained a scrambler, the very one that had allowed Piper to sneak into the private vaults of the Eisler Estate to steal the documents. The whole necklace/scrambler combo was heavy as fuck and she was glad to have it free from around her neck.
"I'm actually a little insulted that people didn't understand the reference," Piper huffed, ignoring the way Harry chuckled at her indignation. "I mean, doesn't anyone read Sylvia Plath any more?"
"Maybe they would have caught on if you hadn't been wearing this."
He tugged off the brunette wig she'd been wearing, pulling the pins out until her red hair tumbled down, dusting against her shoulders. She still wasn't used to her hair being this short but it had been necessary to cut it off after she'd singed half of it on their last mission.
"How does the poem go again?" Harry mused as his breath puffed against her neck once more, her head tilting sideways to give him uninhibited access instinctively. "'Out of the ash / I rise with my red hair / And I eat men like air'. Fitting, I think."
Piper shuddered at the zip of arousal that ran right through her body at Harry's low voice muttering those words back to her. Harry quoting poetry was incredibly sexy. Harry quoting her favourite Sylvia Plath poem to her was sinful.
"You're a tease."
"And you, my Lady Lazarus, are delectable." Harry's lips found their home on her neck, finding just the right spot to make her whole body tremble. She felt his hands ghosting up her back, his touch barely there but enough to make her skin tingle beneath the fabric of her gown. "May I help you remove this dress, my Lady?"
"You may, Barrow," Piper said seriously before a playful giggle slipped between her lips. She couldn't get over that dumb codename.
Most of the time they were given aliases by the higher ups but they'd been tasked with coming up with their own this time around. Piper was playing a rich British aristocrat and Harry her trusty personal attendant. They'd been on a Downton Abbey kick lately, staying up late in the night together to watch it on netflix while they were cuddled in bed, so Harry had unoriginally named himself Barrow.
He was about as far from Thomas Barrow as a person could possibly get and Piper had been forced to hold back a laugh or two after calling him that at the party. Thankfully, not many of the European socialites and aristocrats at the Eisler ball had spoken a lot of English; they certainly weren't watching Downton Abbey on netflix like her and Harry were.
"Are we playing games, my Lady?" Harry asked teasingly, a hint of deference in his tone to match his cover as a servant. "A little role playing, perhaps?"
"Is that weird?" Piper asked warily, craning her head a bit so she could see Harry over her shoulder. He was smirking playfully, the dimple of his left cheek indenting deeply.
"I think it's a little exciting actually," Harry told her, the pads of his fingers smoothing over the top edge of her dress before grasping the zipper, tugging it down slowly as he traced the path of newly revealed skin with his other hand.
Piper couldn't do much other than nod her agreement. The sensation of Harry's nimble fingers on the skin of her back had practically shut off her brain and all she could do at this point was feel.
Harry pulled the zipper past the small of her back, pressing his palms flat to her bare back and smoothing up so he could push the dress from her shoulders. He guided it down her body until it was past her hips and slipped the rest of the way to the floor unimpeded. She'd gone without a bra for the sake of the dress so she was left in her skimpy thong and her stockings that were attached to the knife holsters strapped to her thighs. Harry's quick fingers divested her of those and then his hands were skimming up her sides, tracing a teasing path up her skin.
His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, and a positively lewd moan slipped from between Piper's lips. It had been a long time since they'd had any real fun – okay, a week, but it felt like forever especially when they were both in the same bed each night but just exhausted from prepping for their mission. Her body was so ready for this and she was tempted to let Harry have his way with her whichever way he wanted.
But that wasn't what a Lady would do with her attendant so she brushed his hands off and spun around, facing him with a coy smile. "Mr. Styles, that's very inappropriate. You have to ask before you touch."
Harry grinned wolfishly at Piper playing along with their little role play game, but schooled his features quickly. "My apologies, my Lady. May I touch?"
"You may not," Piper said, chuckling when Harry's face turned down into a pout, his brow drawing together in confusion. The poor man thought he could be a backseat driver on this little game of theirs; he was in for a surprise. "You may stand still and allow me to take off your jacket."
At first Harry was quiet but then a tiny smile crept onto his face and he dropped his arms to his side. "As you wish."
Piper quite liked the sound of that coming out of her controlling boyfriend's mouth. She slowly divested Harry of his suit jacket, slipping the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it onto the chair beside the bed.
When she turned back to face him, his eyes were on her tits and he was chewing on his lip, as if it was taking all of his super spy strength to keep from touching her. Piper tried not to let her triumphant grin show as she slotted her fingers through the knot in his tie and slowly pulled it free, letting it drop back onto the mattress behind her.
Not a word was spoken between them and it added an intense chemistry to the room, a palpable energy that weighed heavy on Piper and made her breath come short. It seemed to be having the same effect on Harry because she could feel his slightly erratic breathing beneath her knuckles as she plucked up the fabric of his shirt and undid the buttons slowly and precisely.
"Mr. Styles," Piper said authoritatively when she felt his fingers dancing over her hip, "touching is not allowed."
"I'm sorry my Lady," Harry breathed out as he tapped his finger tips on her skin. "I can't help myself. Your body begs to be touched."
"Then learn to control yourself," she told him as she slapped his hand away gently. "I'm in charge tonight."
A low growl rumbled from Harry's chest as his pupils dilated wide. He licked his lips and Piper was tempted to kiss him so she wrapped her hand around his neck and yanked him forward, slamming her mouth onto his forcefully. He waited for her to tug his bottom lip between her teeth before he surged forward, his tongue licking into her mouth as she gripped his face between her hands.
When she felt his palm on her waist, she pulled away. "What did I say about touching?"
"Piper, shit. Please."
Piper sucked in a quick breath because holy motherfucking shit, he was begging. She had never heard him beg for anything sexual before, reading her cues and her body language to see what would work for the both of them instead. She was surprised by the way that simple word keyed her body up into a frenzy that she wished desperately to relieve. She knew just what she needed and it was hidden beneath all of Harry's clothes so she worked to divest him of them as quickly as she could.
She shoved his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor and then stepped out of the way. "On the bed. Now."
Harry gave her a lingering look and she worried for a moment that he was going to refuse. Instead, he toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks and then got a knee on the bed, rolling onto his back so his head rested on the pillow. He watched with a steady piercing gaze as Piper climbed on next to him and lifted a leg to straddle his hips.
"Can I touch you now?" Harry asked breathlessly as his eyes scanned her body. One of his arms wrapped over his middle as he captured his plump bottom lip between his thumb and finger. He was trying to keep his hands busy until he got the permission he'd asked for. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and could have sworn she heard Harry whimper as his hips twisted up against her thighs.
"Nope, no touching," she told him as she threaded her fingers with his, lifting his hands above his head as she leaned over him. His eyes were glassed over with arousal as they watched the way her hair fell over her jaw and shadowed her face. They widened considerably when Piper guided his fingers to circle the bars of the headboard. "Keep your hands here until I say you can move them."
She dipped her head to lick a line up his jaw, suckling her lips against the edge of his jaw near his ear. He breathed out in a frenzied huff and she smiled against his skin, pleased with his reaction.
"Remember," she murmured into the sensitive skin below his ear, "when you had me trapped beneath you like this and you told me that if I couldn't keep my hands around the headboard, you'd tie them there?" She waited until Harry hummed his agreement. "Well, Mr. Styles, the same rules apply."
"I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you after all this so you'd better just go ahead and tie me up."
Piper was distracted sucking a love bite into Harry's neck so it took her a moment to realize what he'd said. When she did, she jerked her head up, her eyes wide. "Wait, what? Really?"
Harry had a thoughtful look on his face but he nodded quickly, a little smile slipping onto his face. "Wanna try it?"
Fuck yes, she wanted to try it. But somehow her words had escaped her so she simply nodded her head frantically, drawing a chuckle out of Harry. "My tie, petal," he said as he tilted his head sideways. "Use my tie."
She hurriedly leaned over and plucked the tie up from where she'd dropped it earlier. It was silky smooth in between her fingers and she knew it would hold well if she could tie it properly. And if there was one thing she knew after years of MI6 training, it was how to tie a knot.
Harry kept his piercing green eyes on her face as she worked to weave the tie around his wrists, binding them close together before looping the tie around a bar in the headboard. She tied it off with an expert knot, her fingers shaking with her excitement as she finally tightened it up.
"How does that feel?" she asked warily, hoping she hadn't done something wrong. Usually when she tied people up, she wanted them to be uncomfortable. This was entirely different and entirely new. The last thing she wanted was for Harry to experience any discomfort.
He tested the knots, curling his fingers around the loose length of tie and pulling down, and his lips stretched into a crooked smile. "Feels just right."
Piper let a little smile creep onto her face as she nodded. "Good. That's good." There was a moment's pause and Harry quirked his brow inquisitively as he tilted his head, wondering what she was doing. "Um, what's next?"
"Whatever you want," Harry told her. "You're the boss, remember?"
Piper was surprised to find she was a little nervous and a little flustered. The dynamic between her and Harry was so fluid at this point that there were no questions when it came to sex – they both knew just what to do, what would please the other and have them both at the height of pleasure. This was new though, and Piper was unsure what to do.
She quirked her lips to the side as she glanced up at Harry. He must have read the nerves on her face because he gave her a supportive nod before purposely jerking his hips up so the appreciable bulge in his trousers brushed against the apex of her thighs.
Leaning down so she was hovering over him, Piper muttered "naughty boy" before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
With each hiss and huff of breath Harry let escape as Piper traced a path down his chest with her lips, she got more confident so that by the time she was tracing her tongue over the laurel leaves on his right hip, she was grinning. She looked up at Harry from between her lashes as she pressed her lips down tenderly and was surprised to see him staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
She couldn't remember a time that she'd seen him so undone in bed. Clearly, being tied up was doing something different for him, heightening his arousal to an unbearable level. A surge of pride rushed through her that for once, she could do to Harry what he always managed to do to her – completely ruin him.
Piper straddled his thighs and then leaned up, her fingers drifting over the waistband of his trousers until she found the zipper, pulling it down as she unhooked the top so she could pull them open. His boxer briefs pulled tight across his hips and trapped his hard cock in place. When she palmed over it, Harry let out a low groan and muttered "please."
"Lift up," Piper instructed and Harry complied immediately, raising his bum off the bed so Piper could curl her fingers around the waistband and yank his trousers off, pulling his pants off with them. His cock sprung free, resting hard and thick against his stomach. Harry pulled on his restraints, as if forgetting they were there and clearly intending to touch himself, but he let out a sigh when the knots held tightly.
Piper pulled his trousers off and let them drop to the floor, his pants following a minute later after she'd untangled them from around his feet. She shed out of her own knickers while she was at it and once the two of them were naked, she leaned over, her head hovering above Harry's hips as she licked her lips.
"Tell me what to do," she said as she eyed him carefully, her eyes roving over his flushed cheeks and sweaty brow.
"You're the – the boss," he panted out as he met her gaze.
"Let me rephrase," Piper murmured as she lowered her head and pressed her lips to the inside of Harry's thigh, suddenly sucking hard so he was gasping for breath. "Tell me what you want and we'll see if I can give it to you."
"Oh fuck, Piper."
"Want me to suck you off?" she asked before licking her palm and grasping the base of his cock, stroking her hand up in a firm, controlled manner. Harry's hips twitched as he let out a ragged breath and she rewarded him by twisting at the top and rubbing her thumb over the head. "Or should I just jerk you off a bit?"
"Mouth," Harry muttered as he pulled at his bonds distractedly as if he hardly noticed he was doing it. "Mouth, please."
Piper stroked upward one more time before lowering her mouth to lick up the length of him, swirling around the head before slipping it between her lips. She suckled gently as she twisted her hand around the base of him, slipping down slowly to take him into her mouth. He was thick, stretching her lips, and she could already feel the ache in her jaw as she widened it to accommodate him but it was worth it for the way he breathed out her name so gently.
Over the years, she'd learned just what Harry liked; what made him tick; what turned him on. So she knew just how to use her tongue to make him lose his breath, and how far she could take him into her mouth before it became too much, and just the right way to stroke up to meet her mouth when she was as far down as she could get. It was almost too easy to work him up until he was panting, pulling at the restraints holding his arms still so the headboard shook behind him.
She could tell by the way he'd thrown his head back and was breathing deeply through his nose that he was on the edge and trying desperately to hold himself back. It was ironic because whenever she did the same thing, he was the one telling her to let go.
To give him a taste of his own medicine, she scratched her nails lightly up the inside of his thigh to tease him. When he jerked his hips up reflexively, his cock bumping the back of her throat, she coughed as she pulled off.
"Sorry," Harry stammered as he slammed his hips back down to the mattress. "Shit, I'm so sorry."
Piper wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand and then smoothed her palm over Harry's hip in soothing circles. "It's okay baby."
"I didn't mean to," Harry assured her although she'd already known that. He was well aware of her limits and never pushed them so it had just been a reflex in the heat of the moment. "It's just – fuck, Piper." He yanked his arm down, probably attempting to run a hand through his hair like he usually did when he was exasperated but the binds held and he swore under his breath. "Christ, I'm –"
"I get it," Piper interrupted before he could get any more flustered, "it's okay." She used both hands to rub gentle circles on the outsides of his thighs and over his hips to help calm him down.
She was stunned by how he'd reacted, completely losing his cool like that. He rarely dropped his calm and collected demeanor, even when they were fooling around. Something about losing the use of his hands, about being restricted and bound, was making him a little crazy and worked up.
She wanted this to be fun. She didn't want Harry to feel too out of control. So she gave his wicked quick mind something to concentrate on, leaning down to nip her teeth on the skin by his hip and forcing an authoritative tone into her voice.
"Maybe I should punish you so you aren't tempted to do it again."
It was her attempt to reintroduce the roles they'd adopted and give her the control back. She hoped it would help Harry shake off what had just happened and move forward so she watched his face carefully as she dug her thumbs into the tops of his thighs and massaged as her mouth dotted kisses along his abdomen toward his cock.
He shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. When he opened them once more, glancing down at her, there was a haze of arousal in his stare.
"Okay," he said, his voice dropping to a low rasp, "come up here." She frowned as she lifted her head up to look at him properly, wondering what he meant. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he watched her, and his lips tugged sideways into a smirk. His tongue dipped out to lick his bottom lip before he explained, "Sit on my face."
"Sit – what?"
"Sit on my face. As my punishment."
Piper imagined her face was bright red because it felt incredibly hot and her hands were trembling against Harry's thighs as she directed her wide-eyed gaze up to him. He had a devilish look on his face but beneath it was a supportive gleam, one that she recognized from seeing it at other times when she was scared to try something but he knew she could handle it and she just needed an extra push.
They'd never tried doing that before and she was a bit nervous about it but then again he'd never been tied up before and that was working out pretty well. Judging by the way he quirked his brow cheekily, he'd done it before to someone else and she didn't have to worry about hurting him. He was experienced, as she was always forced to admit when he surprised her in bed. She might as well take advantage of that, especially since they were having so much fun experimenting tonight.
"Unless," Harry drawled casually, his voice a low hum that sent shivers up her spine, "you don't want to try it."
"No, I – I do, I want to." Piper scrambled up onto her knees and shuffled up Harry's torso, spreading her legs wider as his chest broadened. She stopped so her thighs were hovering over the swallows and crossed her arms over her middle nervously. "Um, but what if –"
"You won't hurt me," Harry promised, as if reading her mind. "In fact, I'm probably going to enjoy it as much as you are."
Her whole body felt like it caught fire at his words, her skin hot to touch and her chest heaving as it became difficult to breathe, the sheer force of her arousal weighing heavily on her chest. She simply nodded because her brain was incapable of human speech, her thoughts garbled as her baser instincts took over.
"Don't be shy," Harry said coyly when she hesitated just a minute too long.
It set her off, the trigger to her gun. Whenever someone questioned her confidence, it always surged up in full swing and this was no different. Piper shuffled forward, careful about where her knees landed as she budged them up near the headboard on either side of Harry's head.
She wasn't sure what to do and she had a horrible vision of calling an ambulance because she'd suffocated her boyfriend sitting on his face so it made her pause, hovering over Harry uncertainly. She looked down her body at his face resting beneath her but his eyes were focused on something entirely different. He poked his tongue out between his lips and moistened them as his eyes feasted hungrily on his prize.
"What do I do?" she squeaked out nervously. Harry's eyes flitted up to hers and he smiled that sinful grin of his, his cheeks dimpling deliciously.
"Relax," he said smoothly. Tilting his head, he nipped at the skin of her inner thigh in a way that made her gasp and then sucked a bruising mark on the same spot. He curled his lips and blew out gently on the spot, the cold air on her sensitive skin making her buck her hips down which must have been Harry's aim because he chuckled and then blew on her hot sex in a way that made her whine pleadingly, aching for more.
Harry had always been good with his mouth, in a way no other man she'd ever been with in the past was. It was no surprise that he could work her up just as easily at this angle as he did when she was lying splayed out beneath him. The only difference was that being on top, being in the position of power, made everything ten times more invigorating so that each swipe of his tongue against her took her breath away from her.
He traced his tongue up her slit, dipping down to circle her entrance before dragging up with the flat of his tongue to circle her clit. She tried her hardest not to jerk her hips down against his face but it was difficult to resist bringing herself closer to that talented tongue and all that it could do. When Harry wrapped his lips over her clit, flicking against it with the tip of his tongue, her trembling thighs gave way and she had to haul herself back upright with the headboard to give him the room he needed to breath.
"Okay?" she asked breathlessly as she glanced down at him. His eyes drifted upward slowly, a hazy arousal clouding his vision a bit but then he gave her a big grin and got right back to it, humming against her as he pressed open mouth kisses wherever he could reach.
He began to set a pattern, working her up toward the orgasm that was hovering just out of reach until he could tell she was almost there, judging by the way she moaned and circled her hips – and then he'd bring her right back down, transferring his attention to pressing delicate kisses across the tops of her thighs.
She could have screamed at the way her arousal coiled tight inside her, a spring waiting to be set loose. It took less and less time for Harry to build her back up until she was at the point where even his hot breath on her made her want to scream. Instead, she gripped the headboard with one hand, curling her fingers tight enough that they turned white with the pressure. She slid the fingers of her other hand into Harry's loose curls, grasping tightly and dragging his head up so he couldn't tease any longer.
"Please, please, please," she murmured repeatedly as he paused his ministrations, his lips pressed to her hot skin but refusing to move. "I need it, Harry. Please."
He hummed against her, the vibration making her keen, and then he was dipping his tongue to circle her clit, flattening it out to drag up over her most sensitive spot. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't slow. He moved his mouth in all the right ways so he was applying the perfect pressure and, tightening her hand on the headboard hard enough to break it, Piper finally found her release. A breathy moan slipped from her throat as she threw her head back, her thighs quivering on either side of Harry's head as she soared.
He pressed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs until her orgasm had run it's course and didn't stop until she'd stopped seeing stars, and she'd started breathing again, and her legs weren't shaking, and her fingers loosened from his hair. With a huff, Piper let herself fall sideways so her bum landed on the bed beside his left shoulder, her left leg draped across his chest and shoulder as the other bent so her calf was pressed to his ribcage. Leaning over, she balanced herself on Harry's chest with her palm and gasped for breath as the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her.
"Okay?" Harry asked.
When she glanced up, he was watching her with a proud glint in his eyes, a wide grin on his lips though his mouth and chin were slick. She reached over to wipe the wetness away for him, feeling a little guilty about the fact that she'd made it that way. Before she could snatch her fingers away to wipe them off, Harry had snagged one between his teeth and he languidly drew her fingers into his mouth, sucking them greedily.
"Harry," she murmured breathlessly as she watched him lick her fingers clean, running the other hand through the damp hair across her hairline. Her fingers were shaking and they snagged in the messy waves but she hardly noticed, not when Harry was releasing her fingers and dotting gentle kisses on the tips of them.
"How was it?" he asked. From the cheeky way he tugged his lip between his teeth, Piper suspected he knew just how good of a job he'd done. She indulged him anyway.
"Incredible," she murmured before leaning forward, stretching her body uncomfortably so she could press a tender kiss to Harry's forehead as she cupped his cheek tenderly. It was her way of saying thank you, since Harry always laughed at her when she said the actual words. "Really fucking incredible."
"Good to hear."
Her hand drifted down his face and landed on his shoulder, smoothing up his arm to curl around his biceps. "Are you okay? Are your arms hurting?"
"I'm fine," Harry said with a shrug. "I was once tied up with my arms spread in an abandoned prison outside of Santiago for 17 hours, so this is barely a tingle in comparison."
"Jesus Christ, Harry," she muttered, just imagining what that would have been like. She'd been hung by her arms once and only once by a splinter cell of the SOVA back in Ljubljana and it had been hell. She couldn't even imagine 17 hours of it. "Are you sure? We can undo it, if you want."
He shook his head. "We're having too much fun to stop now."
"We – we are?"
Harry snorted a laugh. "Oh, forgive me. Are you not enjoying yourself?"
She reached over to pinch his nipple gently as payback for his teasing, delighting in the way he groaned and arched his back. Her eyes drifted down to his cock, hard and thick and begging for attention. He'd given her what she wanted; it was time to return the favour.
"What's next then?" she asked, not sure how to proceed or what Harry wanted. Admittedly she'd had fun bossing him around a bit and tying him up but he was always the one guiding the two of them when they tried new things and she wasn't sure what the next step should be. She smoothed her hand over Harry's sternum gently, shooting him a pleading look that she hoped would convey how she felt.
It must have worked because a fond, gentle smile slipped onto his lips for a few seconds before it stretched into a devilish grin. She could tell by the dark gleam in his eye that he had a wicked idea.
"Maybe you should ride me. Make me beg before you let me come inside you." He tugged at the bonds a bit, his arms bulging as the muscles tensed. "Seeing as I'm still completely under your control."
And just like that, Piper was hot all over again, the space between her legs throbbing at just the idea.
"Yeah, yes, let's do that." She pulled her legs back and then rolled up onto her knees, scrambling to shuffle down his body. She threw a leg over him so she was straddling his hips and then lowered down so she could circle her own, her slick sex sliding against his cock. "Shit, that's hot, let's do that."
"Whenever you're ready, petal."
She circled her hips against him once more, pulling a strangled groan from between his lips, and then reached down to wrap her hand around him and guide him where she wanted him. With patience she didn't know she had, she lowered herself onto him. Harry let out a hiss as she let her hand slip away, his hips jerking up just the tiniest bit before he stopped himself from pushing all the way up into her. He was letting her keep the control so he simply pressed his lips tight and squeezed his eyes shut to gain some self-control, allowing her to ease down onto him.
Both her palms pressed flat to his abdomen as she finally seated herself all the way with a relieved sigh, her head tossing back as she huffed out a satisfied breath. It felt like ages since she'd felt like this, felt so full, and it was exquisite. She was tight around him and it took a moment to adjust but once she had, it was like something just clicked.
Curving her fingers over his sides just below his ribcage for leverage, she slowly lifted up and lowered back down, setting a slow languid rhythm as she let her eyes drift shut, her face tilted toward the ceiling. For a moment she forgot everything and just felt, letting the sensation of Harry's warm skin beneath her hands, his toned hips against her thighs, and his hard cock nestled inside her clear her mind and centre her. The stress slipped away, the events of the evening drifting into her memory, as Harry filled her senses.
He let out a throaty whine and then the headboard banged hard against the wall. Piper's eyes shot open and drifted down in time to see Harry pull ineffectively at his bindings just as his hips jerked up frantically, disrupting her slow rhythm. When she smoothed her hand up over his sternum, his eyes shot over to her as he licked his lips. "Please, petal," he pleaded desperately, "faster. If I can't touch you, it needs to be faster."
"Oh does it?" she asked teasingly as she slid her hands up his chest as she leaned over, her lips inches from his own. "I thought we could try nice and slow."
"You're killing me here," Harry murmured, chuckling quietly as he let his head sag back against the pillow. "Do you know how hard it is being able to look at you but not touch –" he gasped as Piper circled her hips, taking him in at a new angle "– fuck, not touch you at all?"
She pressed her lips to his suddenly, catching his huff as she guided his mouth open with her own. She licked across his top lip and then into his mouth, tightening their breathy kiss so it was searing and passionate. Her lungs burned for air and it was the only reason she pulled back, Harry's head shooting up with her to try and keep her lips on his.
"Would it help," Piper asked as she traced a finger down his jaw, grasping his chin gently, "if I touched myself?"
Harry hummed low in his throat and nodded. "God yes."
"I think I could manage that for you," she murmured, leaning in to give him one last sweet kiss on the lips before propping herself up on his chest. She gave him a second to catch his breath – and for her to catch her own for that matter – and then she rotated her hips.
He pulled on his bonds as his arms tensed reflexively but instead of losing those brilliant green eyes of his when he shut them, he kept them steady on her as she picked up her speed. Knowing he was watching and waiting was so incredibly hot and Piper let out a ragged breath as she lifted one hand to her breast, cupping it before reaching across to snag her nipple between her fingers. She let her head drop sideways to her shoulder as she plucked at it, rolling it between her thumb and finger.
"That's it, petal," Harry muttered, his hips beginning to lift so that he was meeting her as she sunk down, their skin slapping together rhythmically.
She sat back a bit so her arse dropped onto the tops of her thighs every time she dropped down, helping her to balance. With her free hand, she slid down her body, tracing her fingers down her chest and over her stomach until they were right where she needed them. She circled her fingertips slowly over her clit, a gentle touch that managed to steal the breath from her lungs.
"Do you like this?" she asked Harry as she increased their speed, Harry's hips jerking up to match.
"I love watching you get yourself off," Harry told her breathlessly, his jaw tight as he focused his energies on working his hips so that he was taking some responsibility for their combined pleasure. He looked up and met her gaze, his unwavering stare making her feel like her whole body was on fire. "I love watching you come."
"I'm close."
"I know you are," he rasped as he curled his fingers around the headboard bars, gripping tightly to gain purchase. "You always curl your toes," he muttered as he thrust his hips up, "and I can feel them on my thighs."
He knew her body better than anyone, knew her quirks and her particularities. What she liked and how to give it to her. So she wasn't too surprised when he suddenly planted his feet on the bed and lifted, forcing her to fall forward against his chest as he took control of the rhythm. She dropped her forearms to his chest, wrapping her hands over his shoulders to gain her balance. The new angle was incredible and within seconds, without anything to prompt it other than the powerful thrust of his cock deep inside of her, she came hard.
Dropping her forehead to his collarbone, she let out a low keen as she tightened around him, her whole body quivering as the orgasm flooded over her. She collapsed against him, her knees sliding out from under her. She was satisfied to feel him joining her in his own orgasm only seconds later, his hips jerking up and stilling.
They both dropped down with a thud, their loud breaths the only sound in the room. Piper's whole body weight was resting on Harry but he didn't say a word about it, too distracted trying to catch his breath in the same way that she was. Her head felt hazy and light as she came down from her high and it wasn't until Harry began dotting gentle kisses along her hairline that she planted her hands on either side of his torso and pushed herself up, sliding off of him before tossing herself onto the bed beside him.
After a moment, she managed to find her words. "That was –"
"Bloody fantastic," Harry finished for her, turning his head to watch her with a fond smile.
She looked over nervously, wondering if he was just placating her. "You're sure it was okay?"
"Better than okay."
"So we could, um," she paused, her cheeks flushing hot as she chewed on her bottom lip, "could we try it again sometime? At home?"
"Do you like having me all trussed up, Miss Stone?" Harry asked teasingly. "Like having me at your mercy, doing whatever you please?"
"Maybe a little," she admitted sheepishly.
"Then it's worth sore shoulders every once in a while."
"Sore shoulders?" Her eyes drifted over his taut shoulders and up his arms and she realized he was still bound to the headboard. She pushed up quickly and knelt beside him, reaching up to undo the knots keeping him tied up. "Shit, Harry, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot."
"It's fine. Take your time or you'll just make them tighter."
He was right. All the tugging he'd been doing had tightened the knots impossibly tight and she worried for a moment that she'd have to cut him out of it. But Harry's eyes drifted up, watching her work carefully, and she took a deep breath to help focus. Within ten seconds she'd undone the major knot and she was able to unwind the fabric from around his hands.
She helped him lower his arms down slowly, massaging his upper arms gently until the feeling returned to them properly. When he had his strength back, Harry pushed himself up to a sitting position. Wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck, he drew her in and kissed her sweetly.
"How about a shower?" he suggested, nudging her gently toward the edge of the bed until she took his hint and got to her feet. He was one step behind her, his hands landing on her hips to guide her toward the small bathroom.
They got in together when the water was hot and Piper washed herself off as quickly as she could before directing Harry's shoulders under the spray. He moaned appreciatively as the hot water pounded on his sore muscles. Piper took one of his hands in hers, gently massaging her thumbs into the red marks on his wrists from where he'd fought against his bindings. Harry used the other to trace slowly over her shoulders and neck, her jaw and her cheeks, his thumb swiping gently along her bottom lip. He was doing all the touching he hadn't been allowed to when he'd been tied up.
Each of them dried the other one off once they'd stepped out, Harry taking the time to towel dry Piper's shoulder length hair before sweeping it up into a bun for her. She did the same for him and rubbed his shoulders a bit for good measure. The two of them put on clothes to sleep – pants for Harry and shorts and a bralette for Piper – and then crawled under the sheets of their small double bed. It wasn't their king bed back home but it didn't matter because they cuddled together comfortably in the centre, Piper leaning gently against Harry's chest as his arm came around her.
"Want to watch something?" Piper asked as she reached across him and plucked the remote off the dresser, flipping on the telly.
"Hmm, do you think they have Downton?" Harry mused as she changed channels. She quirked her brow sceptically as she glanced up at him. He pouted defensively as his nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. "Sybil's about to have the baby. We need to know what happens."
Piper couldn't argue with him there. They'd managed to avoid spoilers so each turn of the plot was surprising and suspenseful for the both of them. She was admittedly quite curious how her favourite aristocratic family was faring.
They had netflix on the telly – though it would probably cost a fortune on their bill – and Piper quickly found the episode they'd left off on. She set the remote on the table and curled up against Harry, tucking her head under his chin in the same pose they always adopted when they watched the telly together.
"Is it weird," Piper asked a couple minutes in as a familiar blond came on screen, "that Branson reminds me of Niall?"
Harry let out a breathy laugh and cuddled her closer. "Thank god. I thought it was just me."
Piper smiled to herself, tilting her head so she could press her lips down on his sternum gently. "We're always so in sync, you and I. Aren't we?"
"Hmm, of course we are. Do you think I let just anyone tie me up? Or tell just anyone that I spend my evenings watching Downton Abbey? No, that's reserved for someone special. Someone I can trust with all my secrets."
"You can trust me with anything," she assured him, her finger tracing over the butterfly tattoo, the first one he'd ever told her about. "You know that, don't you?"
He reached down to grasp her hand, threading their fingers together until they were pressed palm to palm. Against her pale skin, the red strip on Harry's wrist stood out, a reminder of what they'd done earlier.
"I think it's perfectly clear that I already do."