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103. "You think you don't deserve to be punished for that?"
105. "Baby, untie me right now or you'll regret it."
You'd been having this idea lately. Harry was usually the one to tie you up and make commands but...maybe you wanted to try it too.
You knew the only way to do it would be to do it unexpectedly, you had a feeling that Harry would try it out because he did often say things like "I'd do anything for you" but you were still to nervous to ask.
"H?" He looked up from where he was scrolling on his phone, sat on his side of the bed with his legs crossed. "I have a surprise for you, can you close your eyes?"
"A surprise?" He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. "What is it?"
You stood up and walked over to the drawer when you knew he kept his...bedroom stuff. You grabbed the rope that he had and walked over to him. "Put your arms up. Trust me."
He moved his arms above his head and you held his wrists, starting to take the rope and tie it into the knot he showed you how to do when you said you were curious about how he did it. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just trust me." When you let go of his wrists, he brought them down to eye level and opened his eyes.
"Baby, untie me right now or you'll regret it." You pushed his chest so he was lying back and straddled his hips.
"Doesn't the thought of me tying you up and being in control excite you?" He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. "It does, doesn't it?"
You guys were having a lazy day so he'd decided to lounge about in his boxers, easy for you. He had glasses on so you grabbed them gently and placed them on the bedside table, looking back down at him after. "You're a brat. Just a brat who wants to annoy me."
"You've got it wrong, i've always wanted to try this. Say the word and I'll stop." He looked to the side of you and you smirked.
"Don't let your fragile masculinity get to you, you're allowed to enjoy this." You ran your index finger down his chest and he shivered. You'd never seen him so touch sensitive before.
He grumbled under his breath. "Don't have a fragile masculinity..." You ignored him and shifted so you were sitting on his lap, he tried to sit up but you pushed him back down again.
"Stay still." He layed back and looked up at the ceiling, this was weird for him because he hadn't done it yet. It wasn't that bad though, he kinda liked it.
You leaned down and nipped at his earlobe slightly. "Can y'kiss me, please?" You knew he said that when he needed to calm down a little, you understood why, this was new to him and he wasn't sure what to do or how to react.
You moved your face over and kissed him, he moved his arms above his head then moved them so his tied wrists were resting on your back. When you pulled away, he pulled you back in. He kept you close to him with his arms that were around you.
"You have got to let me go, Harry. Do you want me to suck you off?" He lifted his arms up and you chuckled. Men.
You sat up in his lap and pouted up at you, raising his hands and trying to touch you. You took your wrists in your hands and placed them above his head. "You're not supposed to touch me, that's the point of being tied up."
He moved his hips up against yours and you had to press them back down. "You need to stay still."
"I can't. I want to touch you, I need to." You huffed, you knew he was going to be difficult but you didn't know he'd be this difficult.
"Just fucking stay still or I won't untie you at all." He relaxed his body and you smiled. You circled your hips on his lap and he lifted his head, watching everything you were doing to him.
You put your hands on his chest for balance and started to move your hips back and forth. Harrys hands were bunched up in fists, trying his best to refrain from trying to touch you again.
"Darling, please..." You brought your hand down and lightly slapped his chest, he lifted his head up and looked at you surprised. "What the fuck?"
"Your begging won't help you. You can beg, but I won't listen, I might even do the opposite of whatever you want." Harry had no fucking idea why, but your words were getting him really turned on and he fucking needed you to do something.
"I'm sorry. I just need you so bad." You moved off his lap and he let out a barely noticeable 'no'. You kneeled between his legs and started to move his boxers down his legs, throwing them onto a chair in the corner of the room.
"Are you gonna-" You looked up at him with an annoyed look and he shut his mouth, guessing you didn't want him talking too much. He always talked too much though, he couldn't help himself.
You leaned your head down and sucked gently at his tip, Harry was going wild trying not to buck his hips up. He knew you'd stop if he did and he couldn't risk it.
You pulled off then spit into your hand, wrapping your hand around his cock and squeezing slightly. "Fuck!" You looked up at him, he was looking to the side, his jaw clenched and he was sweating a bit, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was letting out a few quiet sounds.
You started to move your hand and he looked back at you, his eyes were basically pleading you to use your mouth. You laid on your stomach and took him into your mouth, moving your mouth about halfway down and then coming back up.
You done it again, constantly bobbing your head up and down. Harry watched you, telling you how good you're doing and moaning your name on occassion.
You pulled your mouth off of him and he whined. "Don't complain." He layed his head down on the pillow below him and frowned, it was getting so good but you stopped so he was a little bummed.
"What do you want, Harry?" You crawled over him, holding your hair back as you looked down at his face.
"Sit on my face. Wanna make you feel good even if I can't use my hands." You moved off of him and stood up, he looked to the side at you. "Are you leaving?"
"I'm taking my clothes off." His eyes followed your shirt as you lifted it up, you put on a nice pair of bra and underwear because you planned to do this today and you wanted to look decent.
"Can you please let me touch you. You look to good not to be touched, love." You ignored him and continued to take your clothes off so the only thing left on you was your bra. "Not gonna take that off too?"
"Well why not?" You walked over to him and kneeled beside his face. "Gonna get on m'face?"
"If you keep talking, I won't." He pressed his lips together to stop himself from smirking but his dimples were a dead giveaway. "How bad do you want it? Tell me."
"Well it was my idea, I think you can guess already that I want it pretty bad. Just put your thigh beside my head. Please." He seemed to remember the one tied up was to be polite at the end. "Can you untie me so I can hold you up? Wouldn't want you to fall."
You raised your eyebrows, you knew he just didn't want to be tied up anymore but you felt like you should untie him anyway. "You gonna be good?" He offered his wrists to you and you started to untie the rope slowly, flicking your gaze back and forth between his face and the rope.
He rubbed his wrists when he got it off, grinning. "Thank you, darling." He grabbed your thigh and placed it at the other side of his head, guess he really wanted this to happen.
You moved your hips down slowly and he grabbed onto your waist, pressing you down against his face. You grabbed his hair and looked down at him, he had his eyes closed and he just stuck his tongue out. You jolted at the feel of his tongue and he moved his hands to your hips, keeping you in place.
He moved his tongue to your clit and you fisted his hair, pulling the hair harshly between your fingers. He opened his eyes and lifted his arms up, unhooking your bra.
He hung his arm off the bed and dropped your bra to the floor, reaching up and touching your breasts gently. You grinded slightly against his tongue and he encouraged you, moaning slightly and moving you against his tongue with the hands he had on your hips.
Your grabbed his hands and pushed them away, getting off his face. "Did you not like it?"
"I did. Just not how I want to cum." He sat up and turned to you, grabbing your arm and making you lie back on the bed.
"You know I'm gonna need to punish you now, right?"
"You don't need to. I can tell you enjoyed it." He crawled over you and looked down at you, stroking your cheek.
"You think you don't deserve to be punished for that? Because I enjoyed it? That's not how it works. Stand up." He moved off of you and you sat up, giving him a nervous look before standing up the side of the bed.
He got up and stood behind you, pressing his hand into your back. "Bend over the bed." You rested your lower arms against the bed and arched your back, looking back at him.
He looked down at you and smirked. "Look forward." You looked in front of you, there was a mirror there and Harry was looking into your eyes. "Don't look away from that mirror." He placed one of his hands on your ass and used the other to position himself, he pushed in slowly, savouring the feel.
He placed both his hands on top of your ass and looked back at your eyes in the mirror. "Look how pretty you look." He leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.
You looked back into his eyes and he gave you a small grin, starting to move his hips slowly, making sure he went as deep as he could every time he moved his hips forward.
He started to thrust into you faster and slapped your ass a few times, you looked away from the mirror and he grabbed your hair, pulling it back and forcing your head up so you were looking it the mirror again. "Told you not to look away."
You moved yourself back against him and he looked down, watching you. "You like fucking yourself with my cock? You like using me?" He slammed his hips against yours harder and slapped your ass again.
"Oh my fucking god!" You looked up at him in the mirror, he was watching himself move in and out of you.
"Just like that..." He moved his hips slower so he could see the way he was fucking you better, grabbing your hips and moving you against him at the pace he wanted.
"Harder." He looked into your eyes in the mirror again with a devilish look.
"Harder? You want it harder?" He moved his hips as hard as he could, pressing them against your ass everytime he thrusted forward.
"I'm gonna keep going till you beg me to stop." You really hoped he did.
