Summary: You accompany Harry on Tour, when things get too stressful, you’re there to help.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings & More: entirely smut, kind of Soft Dom, praise kink, LOT Harry, I last minute changed this from present to past tense, so if there’s any mistakes, sorry !
You slipped on Harry's favorite lingerie, a sweet spring yellow set that complemented your skin tone perfectly. He was on tour, performing his new album, and you, as his girlfriend, were accompanying him. The tour had recently been catching up to him, each night he would come home, exhausted from giving 100 percent on stage each night. So today, you decided to give him the stress reliever he needed.
When you hear the key card slide into the lock, your heart raced. This was it, the moment you had been dreaming about all day. As the door opens, Harry's exhausted frame comes in the doorway. He sighed heavily, dropping his bag to the floor before he spots you, lounging on the bed in nothing but the yellow lingerie he loves so much. A slow, hungry smile spreads across his face.
"Hi, beautiful girl."
You give him a seductive smile, patting the space on the bed next to you. He doesn't need further invitation, stripping off his shirt, revealing his toned body, a testament to the rigorous tour schedule.
"What's all this for?" He asked with a cheeky smile, undoing his belt as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed.
"I wanted to help you out," You replied, now taking control of his belt yourself, stripping it from his pants. "You've been so stressed out and tired recently...I want to please you, make you feel good."
Once you unbutton and unzip his pants, and free his growing length from his boxers, you start to give his halfway hard dick a massage, running your hand up over and over from the tip to the base.
"Mm, that's it," Harry murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you work his cock. You lean in and kiss the tip, feeling his pulse under your lips.
"You suck so good, baby," he says, stroking your hair as you take him into your mouth. His words make you feel powerful, like you're the one in charge of his pleasure. You start to suck him deeper, feeling him harden against your tongue. You're eager to show him just how much you want to please him.
"Look at you," Harry says, his voice a low rumble of praise. "You're so beautiful in your pretty lingerie."
You feel your cheeks heat up, but you kept going, taking him deeper into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. You started to pick up speed, your tongue swirling around the tip, teasing the slit before taking him in deeper again. You could feel him getting harder, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. His praise only spurred you on, making you want to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had.
You moved faster now, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him with everything you had. Harry's breath hitches, his eyes rolled back in his head as he watched you. His voice strained, his words coming out as breathy moans of pleasure.
"That's it," he whispers, "you're doing so good, baby."
Encouraged by his words, you sped up, your lips gliding along his shaft as you took him deeper and faster into your mouth. You felt his cock throb against your tongue, and the salty taste of him became more intense. Harry's hips started to move with you, gently thrusting into your mouth as he lost control. The sound of your suckling filled the quiet hotel room, echoing off the walls.
Suddenly, you lifted your head, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. You look up at him with hooded eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. You enjoy the power you hold over him at that moment. Harry's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at you, his pupils dilated with lust.
In your sex life, Harry was definitely the more dominant one, if there was one, but that definitely didn't stop you from having some level of control over him when you looked deep into his eyes as you sucked his cock.
He reached down, gently gripping the base of his cock to stop you. "My turn," he says, his voice gruff with desire. He stood up, pulling you up to your feet and walking you over to the bed. "Lay down," he commands, his voice firm but not unkind. You obeyed, feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through you as you lay back on the edge of the bed.
"I hate to take this off you so quickly, but I don't mind getting a look at your pretty pussy."
He knelt before you, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. He took a deep breath, his nose flaring at the sweet scent of your arousal. Without wasting another second, he dived in, his tongue pressing against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
"Oh, Harry," you moan, your hips bucking slightly as he lapped at your folds. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking and teasing until you felt like you were going to burst. You held onto the bed for dear life, your knuckles turning white.
"Keep going," you whine, your voice needy. Harry's eyes meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw how much you were enjoying this. He didn’t say a word, just continued his sweet torment, his tongue delving deeper into your pussy, exploring every inch of you like he's savoring a fine dessert.
Your legs shook as Harry's mouth moved in perfect rhythm with your body, his tongue teasing your clit, then plunging into your wetness, only to retreat again. You couldn’t help but moan, the sound echoing in the hotel room. His praise was constant, whispered sweet nothings that make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"You're the perfect girl for me...I love hearing your sweat moans."
You felt Harry's breath against your pussy, hot and heavy, as he started to lick you again. You laid on the end of the bed, your legs up and apart, giving him full access to your most intimate parts. You held your legs up under your knees, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on by the way he was looking at you. His eyes were full of hunger, and the way his tongue moves against your clit was like nothing you'd ever felt before.
"You're so pretty, baby," Harry murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Your pussy is so sweet, it tastes perfect."
With a final, lingering kiss to your clit, Harry stood up, his cock fully erect. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the very edge of the bed. You watch as he lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging against your wet entrance. He looked down at you with a fiery gaze, and you nodded, begging for more.
"Ready for me, baby?" He asked, his voice thick with desire. You nodded eagerly, your heart racing as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you.
With one swift movement, Harry entered you, filling you completely. You gasped, the feeling of him inside you was so intense it was almost overwhelming. He started to move, his strokes deep and firm, his praise never ending.
"Look at me, baby," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're so pretty when you're taking my cock."
You moan, the sensation of being filled by him while he praised you, pushing you closer to the edge. He started to move faster, his cock pumped in and out of you with a ferocity that left you breathless. Each thrust was met with a "good girl" or "so sweet" from his lips, and it only made you want to cum quicker and harder.
"Look at you, taking me so good," Harry said, his voice strained. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digged into your skin as he fucked you with a perfect rhythm. You whimpered, the pleasure building up inside you. "Keep those legs up, baby."
You did as you were told, your muscles quivering from the effort of holding up your legs as Harry's cock hit just the right spot. The bed shook with each thrust, the headboard thumped against the wall.
"You're so wet, baby," Harry groaned, his eyes never leaving the spot where his cock entered you. "Such a pretty puffy pussy...were you waiting for this darling? Waiting all day for me to come and fuck you?"
"Yes, yes." You whimpered out, overcome by the pleasure his cock was giving you.
His strokes grew more demanding, his breathing ragged as he watched his cock slide in and out of you. Your pussy clenched around him, desperate for release, and he could feel it. "You're going to cum for me, baby," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. "You're going to let go and show me how much you love it."
You moaned out, the feeling in your stomach different from a standard orgasm. "'m… gonna squirt, Harry."
"Yeah?" he growled, his eyes locked on yours, his strokes becoming more powerful. "Gonna soak me, honey?"
You felt it, your stomach twisting in a delicious knot, your pussy tightening around him. Harry's grip on your hips grew stronger, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched the pleasure wash over your face. You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pressure grew.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, his voice low and guttural. "Let it out, baby. I want to feel it all."
Your stomach twisted tighter and tighter as Harry's relentless rhythm continued, his praises only adding to the high building inside of you. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pressure became unbearable, and then, with a final, desperate whimper, you let go. The orgasm ripped through you, your body shuddered and convulsed around him as you squirted, soaking him and the bed beneath you.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, his eyes struck with amazement and desire as he watched the sight before him. "Made such a mess on me, baby. Does your pussy love my cock that much?" he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he felt your pussy clench and pulse around his cock.
"Yes, love your cock so much." You moaned out, breathless from the powerful climax your body just went through.
"Good girl," Harry said, his voice soothing. He slowed his strokes, giving you a moment to recover before he starts to build the rhythm again. You felt his cock swell inside you, his own climax approaching. "I want you to cum again," he murmurs, his thumb brushed against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
You whimpered, your body already so sensitive from the first orgasm that you weren't sure if you can handle more. But Harry knew exactly what he was doing, his skilled fingers and cock working in tandem to push you towards the edge again.
"Come for me, baby," he whispered, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "You're so close." His thrusts were relentless. He forgot about his own orgasm and pleasure, only working to hit your g spot over and over again.
"Look at me," Harry commanded, his eyes boring into yours as he sped up again. "Tell me how much you love this."
You obeyed, looking up at him with a mix of adoration and desperation. "I love it, Harry," you whisper, your voice strained. "I love your cock so much."
He smiled, pleased with your response, and leaned down to kiss you hard, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hips slammed in and out of you. You felt him getting closer, his strokes becoming more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening. You know he won't last much longer.
"Please," you beg, your voice breathless, "I want to feel you cum inside me."
"Not yet, baby," Harry said, his own voice tight with restraint. He slowed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours. "'m gonna make you cum again first."
You whimpered, your body already on the edge. Harry's fingers worked their magic, playing your clit like a maestro with a violin, and you felt your orgasm building again. "Please, Harry," you begged, your voice shaking. "I need you to fill me up."
He pulled out, your pussy feeling empty without his thick cock inside you. You watched as he lined up with your pussy again, the head of his cock glistened with your juices. With one smooth thrust, he was back inside, filling you completely. You let out a gasp, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Harry started to pump into you, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building up the intensity.
You felt your orgasm approaching like a freight train, barreling down the tracks of pleasure. Harry's praise turned into growls of encouragement, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched you. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Cum for me."
The next few seconds feel like an eternity as your body tensed, your muscles tightened around his cock. And then, with a scream that you didn't know you had in you, you did. Your pussy clenched and spasmed, another powerful orgasm ripped through your body, making your legs shake so badly you think they might snap.
As your body relaxed and the aftershocks of your climax faded, Harry's eyes darken even more. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck you harder, his strokes deep and demanding. You could feel his own orgasm building, his cock swelling even more inside you.
"Fuck, baby," he said, his voice strained. His grip tightened, his hips snapped against yours with each thrust.
Harry slammed into you one final time, his cock pulsed as he came deep inside you. You felt his warmth fill you, and it's the most incredible feeling in the world.
His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he pulled out of you, a soft smile played on his lips. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with wonder.
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving down to kiss your cheeks, your neck, and finally, your still-swollen lips. You could taste yourself on him, and the idea of it makes your insides melt. He pulled back, a finger lingering on your pussy, tracing the mess you both created.
"Look how beautifully we've made you," Harry whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He ran his finger up your sensitive slit, the mix of his seed and your juices made you quiver. "So wet, so tight...my cum inside you," he said, his voice filled with wonder.
He brought his finger up to your mouth, his finger shined with your combined releases and you obediently part your lips, taking his finger inside. You sucked greedily, the tang of him mingled with your own flavor making your stomach fill with butterflies.
"You're so good, baby," Harry praised, watching the intimate act with a gentle smile. "So, so good." His thumb traced over your bottom lip as you suck, the sweetness of his words made your heart flutter.
WC: 2.1k - fluff shot - follow up to Long Distance*
SoftDom!HarryStyles x Y/N
Warnings: fluff with bdsm undertones, poorly parental relationship (mom), angst (not with Harry don't worry), negative body talk
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Y/N felt the wrong kind of small. She felt the kind of small where you curl up inside of yourself, suppressing every bit of who you actually are. Where your voice shrinks down, molding into a noise unrecognizable, and it’s not till after the phone call that you realize you just shrunk yourself down for someone else's approval. That’s what talking on the phone with her mother did to Y/N.
After hanging up the phone call she began to pace the kitchen, the unkind words of her mum swarming her every reasonable thought. “That outfit is so unflattering, why would you wear that? Something more loosely fitted would fit your body type better.” She had stilled, looking down at the very basic leggings and crop top she had thrown on that morning. It was a fine outfit, perfectly appropriate for a lazy day at home.
Her mother only got more domineering (and not in the way Y/N enjoyed). She’d ask Y/N a question about her life, “So how’s the job hunt going?” a seemingly benign and appropriate question, only to overtake the conversation. Babbling on and on about how easy it was for her to find work when she was Y/N’s age and how she must not be trying hard enough.
This carried on with every topic that came up during their almost hour long call. Her mum chattering on and on about herself, never actually letting Y/N answer the questions thrown her way. This always happened when she spoke with her mother and the aftermath never seemed to get better.
She tried her best to keep herself busy, to not slump into the depths of all the harm her mum had done to her throughout her life. But there was only so much tidying to do and the television did nothing to drown out the dark thoughts that had begun to creep in.
Instead of finding succour in Harry, who would have been happy to rush home from work to be with her, she let the bad thoughts win. She crawled into their bed, smooshing her face into Harry’s pillow to breathe in the warmth of his comforting scent. That’s when the not good type of tears came.
When Harry came home and Y/N wasn’t in her usual places downstairs a slight edge of panic began to creep its way under his skin. It was unlike her not to text if she’d gone out and it was more unlike her to not come running to him upon hearing his car in the driveway or his key in the lock.
Tiptoeing into the dark bedroom he could see the lumpy outline of her figure under the covers. When she didn’t roll over he figured she must be sleeping but then he noticed the soft shake of her figure as tears wracked through her body.
“Y/N, baby, everything okay?” He asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand finding her shoulder. Even in the dim light Harry could see the splotchy rubicund of her face as she rolled over to face him. “Awe honey, what happened? It’s okay, c’mon scoot over, lemme hold you.”
She did as he said, scooting over just enough for him to lay down next to her on the bed. Burying her face in his chest, she sunk into the warmth of his body as he wrapped his long arms around her. They laid like that for a while, the salt of her tears staining the tepid skin of his clavicle, while the broadness of his hands smoothed up and down her back. It pained him to see her like this, but Harry knew Y/N would tell him what was wrong in her own time.
Through scattered hiccups Y/N finally spoke, “Talked on the phone with my mum today,” and that’s all she had to say for Harry to understand. He pulled her closer, nuzzling his nose into her hair as he kissed the crown of her head.
Her tears began to cease and Harry's grip loosened. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked calmly, a soft and reassuring smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
“She was just how she always was,” Y/N admitted in defeat. Her relationship with her mum had had many iterations, the most recent arguably the most palatable to any outsiders looking in. But Harry knew the depths and complexities that come from such convolution. He knew that after so many years of Y/N keeping everything in to appease the woman who so unfortunately was her mum, that it was best to get her to talk about it. No good ever came from bottling everything up.
Her tears came back as she repeated the snide things her mother had said about her body and her life. Harry could feel the disappointment sinking into his precious girl as she rambled through broken sobs and it became clear that there was barely anything positive to share about the phone call.
“Oh baby, m’so sorry, y’know none of what she said is true yeah? She’s just so absorbed in her own shit she can’t see how truly amazing y’are.” It wasn’t any consolation to know that her mum was so entwined in her own ego that she couldn’t see how amazing her own daughter was. That her own narrow minded opinions clouded any semblance of a healthy and prosperous relationship between the two of them.
As much as Y/N wanted to hear Harry, her mum’s voice still clung to the gummy walls of her brain. When you’ve been conditioned for so long to believe you’ll never be good enough for somebody it gets hard to believe that you’ll be good enough for anybody.
Drawing her attention to him, Harry kissed the top of her head, “Can we try something?” She looked up at him for the first time since she’d been wrapped in his embrace, nodding her head slowly up and down. He smoothed his hands down to her hips, giving her a reassuring squeeze as he looked into her glazed and puffy eyes. “Do ya’trust me?”
Y/N didn’t have to nod her head ‘yes’ for them both to know that the answer was yes. She trusted him more than anyone else in her entire life, that’s why their relationship worked the way it did so well.
After some coercion with kisses Harry was able to get Y/N up and out of bed. He led her over to the foot of the bed, making her stand in front of the large mirror atop their dresser. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he hummed, reaching for the hem of her crop top, “this okay?” Harry hesitated, waiting for her consent before pulling her top over her head.
He could tell she was nervous, not due to him but more so the general unease that had permeated into her day. “Want ya to focus on the mirror baby, look at y’self,” he instructed as he slipped her top over her head, revealing a baby pink bralette that he found absolutely darling. The word ‘cute’ slipped out before he could stop it but the smile that threatened to tug at her lips because of it was enough to have him worshipping the ground she walked on.
Harry hated the way she grimaced as she stood before him in just her underwear. He’d checked in each step of the way, making sure she was still doing okay and letting her know she could stop him at any moment. Often when she was denuded in front of Harry she felt powerful and confident. The act of being exposed for him no longer carried a vulnerable weight for her. But in that moment, even with her panties on, she felt more naked than she’d ever felt in his presence.
He stood behind her, catching her eye in the mirror as he mumbled, “M’baby, you’re so pretty,” in her ear. He’d called her pretty, beautiful, stunning, you name it, a million times, but hearing it then made her feel like she was hearing the words from his mouth for the first time all over again.
Y/N watched in wide eyed curiosity as Harry excused himself and walked over to the nightstand where all their play things were kept. He shuffled the contents of the drawer around as he searched for something. Only intriguing her more, he clasped the small object in the palm of his hand, tucked away from her sights.
“Doin so good,” he hummed as he stepped back to her side, their eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. No words were shared between them as Harry revealed the object, a permanent marker, in the palm of his hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion but she didn’t question his actions.
“Be still.” Y/N’s breath caught in her pharynx, the muscle and sinew corded around her ribs stilled in homeostasis. The felt tip of the marker was cold against her skin, small goosebumps erupting in its wake. Watching in the mirror she followed the bloom of dark etching across her skin.
In the past when he’d written things like slut, sir’s, no touching and whore, a fire had flowered across her skin. Wiggling its way deep into her tissue and making a home in the hearth of her belly. While there was warmth in the way Harry touched her, gentle fingertips stationed at the curve of her ribcage or flare of her waist to hold her steady, there was no yearning fire. It was gentle and warm. Cozy.
She followed the curving trail of each letter as Harry finished off the last letter on her tummy, I am worthy, it read. He capped the marker, peering up at her from his genuflected stance. His eyes reminded her of the ferns just outside their front door, lush and green, glistening and vibrant. Indissoluble, home.
His fingers trailed around the curve of her hips as he rose, situating himself with his knees knocked around her thighs on the bed. His hands stationed back on her waist, the pads of his fingers skirting the edge of the last words he’d written on her skin.
Clement lips found the taught skin wrapped over her shoulder blade, pressing a soft kiss he mumbled, “Can ya’read for me?”
“I am pretty.” Her voice shook, the vowels getting stuck in her throat.
“Louder.” He ushered.
Clearer, “I am pretty.”
“That’s my good girl, y’so pretty, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” A whisper of a smile etched into her soft features at Harry’s praise. “Keep going.”
“I am loved.”
“You are so loved.” He concurred. “Love you the most-est.” A kiss on the cheek.
She didn’t need direction for the next one, “I am worthy.” She said, the shakiness in her voice beginning to anchor.
“Worthy of all things good in this world.” He hummed, giving her waist a squeeze.
Y/N’s eyes skirted over her figure, the scrawl of Harry’s lettering beginning to feel less daunting. Her voice shook slightly as she read over the last one, “My past does not define me.”
“No it doesn’t sweet thing, you are so much more than what the people before you defined you as.”
She turned in his grasp to face him. She looked so beautiful to Harry, even if her face was read and splotchy and her hair was a mess. She was his sweet thing. “Love you Harry,” she hummed as she buried her face in his neck, her hands grasping at the soft cotton of his t-shirt as he pulled her close to him.
“Love you more.”
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AN: Sending you all the love if you have a poorly relationship with your mum, I see you <3
Summary: Based on this request. Y/n is a brat and she's in for it.
A/N: Thank you for this request! I did change the request slightly due to some safety 'caging' rules for while he was away but I think you'll like it. 4.8k words
Warning: 18+ only, smut (oral), bdsm w/consensual sexual punishment, use of flogger and other instruments, cage play, dom/sub dynamic, religious themes (actual bible quotes), blasphemy
Priest!harry Masterlist
It wasn’t unusual that Harry was busy. He was often pulled away from Y/n for members of his parish that needed him. But Y/n didn’t like that. She wanted to have his attention all day every day. Of course, that was impossible. Especially on Good Friday before Easter.
“Father please, let’s just stay here a little longer.” She was nearly purring as she crawled down his body to worship his frame. Both were naked in their bed together. Harry had Y/n lie on her tummy and read out of Song of Solomon as he massaged her back and bottom. He knew she would get like this so he was trying to do sweet things for her before he left her all afternoon. And now she was turned on and warm and needy. But that was exactly his plan.
“Can’t pet. You know I’ve got to get to it. I have responsibilities other than you. You know that.”
Y/n pouted and looked up at him as she continued moving down his torso, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her intent was to lick his cock and make him give in. He rarely did. His willpower astounded her.
“Please. Father, I need you,” her eyes glinted upward over his form as she lowered her mouth to his prick which was already half-plumped.
“Ah ah ah… you’re not listening to me very well, pet.” He pressed at her forehead to stop her from applying her lips to his skin. As satisfying as that would have been. He really did have things to do. And he enjoyed denying himself (and her) immediate pleasure.
She sat back as Harry got off the bed and began dressing and combing his hair. She followed him and watched with a sad face and the occasional sigh so he’d know how sad she was.
He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk. He enjoyed this.
Just before he picked up his bag to leave he pointed to the bedroom as he looked at Y/n, “In the cage. I’ll be back in two hours to check on you. I’m not going to lock it since I’ll be gone so long but I do expect you to be in there for me when I return.”
She had books and a glass of water and a nice blanket so her cage wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she loved it. It had never been a punishment for her. But there was something about being in the cage while Harry was away that gave her comfort and made her feel safe.
But two hours was a long time. And when she looked at the clock and realized that Harry hadn’t returned when he said he would she began to worry. She let herself out to use the bathroom and peek out the front window. She was undressed, wearing only her red collar with its bell and her gold choker necklace. Running her fingers over the H that dangled from the necklace she straightened the curtains back out and sat on the couch.
And the longer she sat and considered everything the more upset she got. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just go with him. There would be so many people at the church no one would catch on.
Although, there was the one time that he brought her along and she kept lingering around where Harry was and listening in and peeking around doorways to spot him.
No one noticed it but Harry did and he scolded her for it, saying she was being a little too obvious. Plus they were still treading thin ice after the prayer group incident where Mr. and Mrs. Jeralds might have seen or heard something that night. They still didn’t know either way. Which led to Harry’s new rule. That she was only allowed on regular days of service until they were certain they were in the clear.
Returning to her cage, she pulled the door closed and laid down on her side with a frown. She was a bit worried about the priest. He said two hours and it had nearly been three.
When she heard the front door open and his footsteps into the house she sat up quickly and crossed her legs, awaiting his presence. But before he went into the bedroom to see her she heard him go into the kitchen first.
Now she was angry that he didn’t immediately come to see her first. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the bars and cinched her brows together.
Harry pushed the bedroom door open and looked at the cage where his pet was sitting with a frown and body language that told him she wasn’t happy. He figured she might be a bit put out by his tardiness. Harry was never tardy.
“What’s wrong pet?” He knew what her answer would be.
Except she didn’t answer him. She stared down at her crisscrossed legs and pouted instead.
Sliding the handle to open the door Harry crouched down to get a closer look, “I asked you a question. It’s rude not to answer.”
Silence. She hugged her arms around her middle tighter and jutted her bottom lip out, face angled downward.
“I know I’m late but there’s no reason for you to act like this. You know I get held up sometimes. I’m busy, Y/n.”
The first noise that sounded from her was a scoff as she closed her eyes. She knew she’d be in for it with that.
Harry licked his lips as he nodded, “So it’s like that then? All right. Look at me.”
Y/n held her ground, not moving, nor opening her eyes. She was going to make a point.
“You’re acting like a child. Did I somehow leave a lovely and mature adult woman and come back to a bratty immature little girl?”
Turning her head to look down to the floor next to her knee she huffed and sunk into herself further.
“So that’s it then? You’re no longer my sweet lover? Just a brat? Someone that needs to be punished and not loved on?”
Her ridged composure softened the slightest. She would prefer to be loved on yes, but being a brat was always a good way to get his attention. And she knew he was leaving again soon to go back to the church for a few more hours so her best bet, in her mind, was to act out and have him put his attention on her and get him worked up in the process. Maybe he’d spank her.
Harry reached a hand in and brushed it over her naked knee, “Because I had planned on coming home to you and holding you. Giving you something special for being my good pet before I have to go back to church. Clearly, you don’t want that.”
Y/n looked up at the priest and rounded her eyes. She suddenly regretted her behavior but she was already committed so she stayed silent despite the obvious hesitation Harry saw in her.
“Come on. Get out.” Harry took her hand and gently pulled at it.
She didn’t budge at first. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in so easily. But eventually, she did move and crawl out of the cage when Harry stood up and raised his voice to have her come out.
She sniffed as she stood and looked down at the floor.
“Look at me.”
With a heavy sigh, she slowly turned her eyes up to his.
“Good. Now, go use the bathroom. Right now.”
She knew what this meant. He was going to lock her in her cage (at the very least) while he was away and he needed to make sure she’d emptied her bladder beforehand. They’d done this before.
Silently she made her way to the bathroom as Harry filled a glass of water for her in the kitchen.
When he heard the sink turn off after she’d washed her hands he knocked on the door, “Come out here.”
She was pretty sight stepping out into the hallway. Her cheeks were hot and her little red collar looked so lovely on her neck. Harry looked down over her nude shape. Soft breasts, a pretty belly button, grabbable hips and thighs, a bottom he loved biting.
“Drink.” He handed her the glass of water and watched as she took a few gulps of it and handed it back to him.
“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.
She nodded silently and looked downward again.
Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.
She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.
“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls. “Take them.”
Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bend forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.
The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.
Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”
She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty view. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really. Though it was more for edging her than anything else in that moment.
“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.
She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.
Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”
Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Next to that, he placed her cell phone (in case anything went wrong and he needed to return home to unlock her cage). Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.
Harry grinned to himself as he walked out the front door and headed down the street to the church. Tonight, he would have fun with his pet.
Y/n imagined all the scenarios of what would happen. Surely she’d get a good punishment when he got back. But she’d make sure to show him her appreciation. She’d be so good for him. She’d kiss his feet and say yes, Father to everything and love on him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.
He could have tied her up and blindfolded her too. He could have done a lot worse but he gagged her. The sentiment was clear. You don’t want to talk? Okay, we’ll make sure you don’t make even a single peep then.
And the Ben Wa balls? Those weren’t really a punishment at all. She loved how they felt inside of her. Made her feel full and each time she moved the balls slid around inside of her. She had to clench and clamp down to keep them in but that only got her more worked up and wetter by the minute.
This time Harry was away for another three hours. Just over. She’d been lying flat on her back looking up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move along the walls when the sun changed position in the sky as Harry got home.
He entered the bedroom and she quickly scrambled to her knees and looked up at him as she gripped the bars of the cage. She was sweet again. But he already planned on doing some not-so-sweet things to her.
He unlocked the cage and helped her stand up. She pressed her thighs together to hold the balls in place as he undid her gag. Three hours was a lot for the gag to be on and when he saw the way the leather dug into her skin and caused red marks he did feel a little bad. But just a little.
“Spread your legs.” He was still being quite cold with her but at least his hands were on her this time as he gripped her thighs.
She opened her legs up and Harry groaned. She was puffy and wet. The little cord that stuck out a few inches was shiny with her arousal, “Are you all hot and bothered, pet? Did this get you worked up?” He cooed as he smoothed his hands upward on her thighs and slowly got onto his knees, looping his finger into the handle and pulling.
“Yes, Father. I was imagining it was you inside of me. Almost came once but I stopped myself because I know you wouldn’t want that.”
Harry watched as the first ball made its appearance, shiny and slippery, “That’s right. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d let yourself come. But I hope you know you’re not going to be allowed to come at all tonight. You were a brat to me earlier.”
She bit her lip and nodded, “I’m sorry, Father. I know I was bad. I hope you can forgive me for my behavior. I don’t deserve to come. Your punishment is just whatever you decide for me.”
When Harry had removed the slippery balls he smiled as he stood and gently smeared her arousal over her mouth before putting his pointer and middle finger over her tongue and in her mouth, “There’s my good pet. Keep showing me how well-behaved you are and tomorrow I’ll give you something special in the morning like I planned earlier.”
Harry removed his hand and turned around, leaving Y/n standing breathless and needy by the cage as he cleaned the balls. She stayed put.
When he came back into the room he put the balls back into their rightful spot and pulled out a flogger. The one with oiled leather falls. The one that hurt quite a lot. But it was Y/n’s favorite when she knew she’d been bad.
She understood quite well what Harry was doing. He’d made her sit with the Ben Wa balls for hours to edge her and now he was going to flog her and not allow her to get off at all. The orgasm denial was going to be the real punishment in this scene.
Harry handed her the flogger as he pulled the metal suspension bar and straps down from the ceiling. Her eyes widened. It’d been a while since he’d had her cuffed to the suspension bar.
He pulled at the Velcro cuffs and motioned for her to come to him, “I’m sure you thought maybe I’d spank you, but you love spankings too much.” He pulled at her wrist and lifted her arm to secure her into the first cuff and then taking the flogger from her he pulled her other arm up, securing the Velcro to her wrist, “So, no spankings for you tonight. You’ll get this instead,” he tapped the leather braided handle over his palm as he spoke.
Y/n nodded silently.
“Tell me, pet, what’s happening right now.” He needed to know she was able to verbalize what was going on. A check-in of sorts.
“You’re going to punish me for being a brat, Father.”
“That’s right. You made my hard day even harder and so I’m going to make your hard day even harder too. It’s only fair. Isn’t that right?”
She nodded, “Yes, Father.”
Harry circled her frame as she tried to keep her eyes on him while he walked around her slowly.
“And what’s this for?” He gently brushed the falls over her shoulders, letting them slide down over her breasts.
“To flog me. Because I’ve been bad.”
“Yes. But why this one? We’ve got some lovely soft ones I could use. The rabbit one you love to play with. Why this one?”
“To mark me. To show me how I’ve sinned. The stripes are for the servant who knew their master’s will but did not get ready or act according to his wishes,” she quoted a partial verse from Luke in the Bible before continuing, “and so I will receive a lashing.”
Harry smiled, “Good. Smart girl. That’s exactly right. Are you ready to be made righteous again?”
“Yes, Father. Please. Make me righteous.”
The first thud over her back bit into her soft skin and stung as expected. She didn’t whimper nor make a peep. She was ready for the bite.
The second one had her hurling forward a few inches and sucking in a sharp breath.
But the third had a gasp falling from her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut at the pain.
“Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.” Harry quoted a passage in Proverbs as he issued the fourth strike.
She bit down, clamping her teeth together, and squeaked as her body swung forward.
He watched the red marks on her skin grow a deeper hue and begin to welt as he continued, “I will punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with stripes,” he spoke calmly as he landed the flogger down over her back again. The fifth hit.
The first tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to stay composed. The smarting sting all over her back was beginning to expand and wrap around to her ribs slowly as he brought the oiled leather falls over her back again. She yelped.
“This is for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, pet. You’re doing well. I’m proud. Only four more.”
She sobbed at his praise and nodded with her lips trembling. Her fists were clenched together tight as she braced herself for number 7.
“Repeat after me,” his lips pressed onto the top of her shoulder before he got back into position behind her, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”
She opened her mouth just as he applied strike number 7 and she whimpered as she swayed forward and panted her words, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”
“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” he draped the flogger over her back softly before bringing it down hard over her back for the 8th hit.
“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” she spoke weakly as the pain was immense and her shoulders were beginning to ache from the way she was putting all her weight onto them.
“But he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.” Another blow to her back as she wobbled and cried out at the ninth.
“Uh…” her breath shuddered as tried to remember the words. She knew he was quoting Proverbs but suddenly the words escaped her as her mind began to stretch thin into paper and airy like dandelion seeds, bending slowly into her submissive state, “I’m sorry. I forgot, Father. I need help.”
Harry dropped the flogger to the ground as he noted her voice was tiny and that her composure had been lost. He took her wrists from the Velcro suspension bar and let her fall into his arms, “That’s enough then. You’ve done well.”
He brought her to sit on the bed next to him and lifted the glass of water up to her lips to make her drink. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked at him sweetly and gulped down a drink.
“There you go. Are you okay, pet?” He softly brushed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to see where she was.
“I’m okay, Father. I just forgot the verse you said and I couldn’t repeat it. I’m sorry. You can keep going. Only one more.”
Harry shook his head, “No that’s enough for now. I bet you’ve learned your lesson.”
Y/n whined and shook her head, “No. I need more. I was so bad. Please.”
She sunk down to the floor and put her hands on his knees and slid her palms up his brushed wool pants to the tops of his thighs, “Please.” Her rounded eyes begged him for more.
“What do you want then? Hmm? What do you think is appropriate?” He tilted her face up as he tenderly grasped her chin.
“I want you to come. I need you to or I don’t feel like I deserve your forgiveness.”
“Okay. And how should I come? What should we do to make that happen?” He brushed her wet lips and felt his heart go wild in his chest. He knew what she’d ask for. What she’d beg for. Something that she loved that was never a punishment.
“Please, have my throat and my mouth. I beg you. Choke me with your cock and come wherever you want. I’m yours to use however you please.”
Harry smiled and pushed his thumb into her mouth, “This mouth? Want me to fuck it? Gag you with my come? Is that what you want?”
She nodded, “Yes, Father, please.” Her words were mumbled over his thumb that he still had pushed into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he stood up. “Undo my pants.”
Y/n lifted her fingers to his button and then pulled at his zipper before yanking the material down and then bringing his cock out of his boxer briefs. He was already angrily hard.
“It’s so yummy, Father. My mouth is watering,” she whispered as she inspected him. His cock was right in front of her face, tempting her to taste but she would wait until he gave her permission.
Harry chuckled and wiped the drool from the edge of her mouth, “Your mouth is watering, pet. Well, then. Get to it.”
She immediately jutted her tongue out and began licking him up and down as she kept her eyes on him. This was the easy and soft part. The moments before she sucked him into her mouth and he began to fuck her face.
Harry watched his pet swipe her wet tongue over his shaft and peck warm kisses along his soft skin. A beautiful picture he wished he could have framed and hung up in his living room. He was sure that his parish would not approve.
When she finally popped his tip into her mouth and sucked he grasped her hair and sunk himself into the hilt and groaned.
Harry had been worked up since that morning when he left her. He wouldn’t last long but he would make it good, for both of them.
He began to rock his hips into her as he held the back of her head to keep her in place. She grasped onto his thighs and gagged every time his smooth tip bent down her throat.
“Keep your eyes on me, pet. Want to watch those tears fill up in your eyes.”
She did her best. It was hard to keep them open the way she knew he wanted. His cock was wide and long and every time she gagged and gurgled over him she was tempted to smush her eyelids closed. But she was determined to be the best girl she could be for him so she kept her eyes on his, even though her sight was blurred from the moisture beginning to fill in her vision.
“Yes… my sweet pet. Loves getting her throat fucked. Just made for sucking cock, aren’t you?”
Y/n hummed around him in response as he pulled out before thrusting back in, his cock curving down her throat and she heaved in reflex to the obstruction hitting her tonsils.
“Choking darling?” Harry spoke amusedly as she drooled and forced her eyes to stay open.
He could feel her nails digging into his skin tightly. If she needed air she’d let him know so he continued getting himself off in her mouth. A low groan fell from his lips as he used the hair he had carded between his fingers to move her over him as he pleased, pressing her so far down her nose grazed the skin and hair at his base.
And he was quite pleased. Even when he was holding her down on him and she was coughing and gurgling, she was still looking upward into his eyes with her bleary ones.
Her face was wet and her mouth was stretched out, puffy pink lips wrapped around his dense cock. He smiled down at her and pulled her off of him so she could catch her breath. His own chest rose and fell rapidly as he was right on the edge of his own orgasm.
“Taking me so well,” he gently wiped his thumb over her temple, “I think it’s time for your reward. What do you think?”
She nodded quickly, her fingers still pinching into his skin in anticipation of what was to come, “Need it. Please, Father.” Her voice was a bit scratchy as she spoke but he knew she’d want it.
With his fingers still in her hair he moved his other hand down to her throat, wrapping his palm around the collar as he pushed her down over his shaft and then held her in place as he began to fuck into her throat in heavy thrusts that had her wincing and swallowing around his tip with each punitive glide.
His thighs began to shake and his mumbled words and groans grew louder, “Fuck baby, fuck… Open up for me… Just like that…” He looked down at her wet, hot little face as he held her still for his cock.
He choked out a gasp as he began to come, stilling his harsh thrusts and burying himself in beyond her soft palate and uvula. His cock twitched and throbbed as she swallowed him down like the good girl she always was for him once he got her on her knees before him this way.
He watched her blink up at him with doe eyes as he pulled himself out. She gasped and heaved as saliva spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.
Harry reached for her under her arms to help her stand and gently turned her to look at her back, making sure she was still okay.
“Time to get you cleaned up, pet. Then we’ll make dinner and watch something on TV together. How’s that sound?”
Nodding her head she clung to him as he brought her into the bathroom to wipe her back with a rag and help her clean up between her legs. He had her face the mirror as he stood behind her and began to dab the cool rag onto her skin where the raised flesh was bright pink and hot under his hand.
She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, “Thank you, Father.
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“Sweetheart, you’ve been so good f’me today,” Harry murmurs, gently rubbing his thumb against his love’s cheekbone, his palm cupping her jaw. She’s been sat on their bed for the past three hours, patiently waiting for Harry to finish up his work so that he could finally come and give her the attention she’d been craving.
She nods her head softly, “Didn’t touch myself all day, just like you told me.”
“Mhm, such a good girl. Think y’deserve a reward for that?”
Her eyes flicker up to him, her doe eyes flashing with desperation, “Yes, please. V’been so good.”
“I know baby, I’ll give you what you deserve.” He climbs onto the bed next to her, urging her to lay flat on her back and spreads her thighs open. She’s only in her panties (the baby blue ones with the little white daisies printed all over them) and one of his big t-shirts, the one he’d been wearing earlier that day, he recognizes. He teases her soft thighs with his fingers as he pulls the panties down, a trail of goosebumps rising in his path. She shudders, nearly whining out as a shiver runs through her spine.
“I-I missed you so much today,” she whimpers out as Harry presses wet kisses on the inside of her thigh. “Wanted you this morning, b-but you were gone when I woke up.”
“Oh, poor baby, did you wake up needy?” he coos. His tone is taunting, but she feels too floaty to even comprehend his teasing. She just nods her head with a small pout. “That must’ve been when you texted me, right? Tellin’ me how your pretty pussy was wet n’how you needed my cock to come fill you up?”
“Yeah,” she mewls, her voice high and shaky. Harry positions himself between her legs, tracing his fingers through her wet folds and rubbing her arousal over her clit in light circles. His thick fingers quickly come up to undo the button and zip to his trousers, reaching into his boxers to pull his dripping cock out. She nearly drools at the sight.
“God, y’got me so hard at work lovie, almost came home right then so that I could fuck you like you wanted. But I knew you’d be patient and wait f’me until I got home.” His ringed hand wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes tight, his grip wet and slippery with her leftover arousal. “Y’so good f’me, m’perfect little slut. Always followin’ directions.”
She’s watching him tug on his cock and bites on her lip, wishing he would just get on with it and fuck her! She’d been waiting all day for him and was feeling extra needy after his taunting and teasing. Her hips buck up impatiently, but she doesn’t say anything, not wanting Harry to think that she’s trying to be bratty… just to remind him that his good girl was still waiting to be stuffed full of his cock.
“Don’t be greedy, pet…” he warns, “Don’t want me to change my mind, do you?”
“Sorry, m’sorry! Just really need you, s’been too long n’I feel… empty.” Her downcast eyes and quiet voice make Harry’s heart hurt, and he decides that he’s teased her enough for tonight. How could he refuse her when she was complaining about how empty she felt without him inside of her? That just wouldn’t do at all.
He lines his hips up with hers and presses his cock against her tummy, measuring how deep he would get once he pushed himself inside of her. “D’ya think you can handle me sweetheart?” The tip of his prick reaches up to her belly button, resting thick and heavy on her. “S’been a while, y’tight little pussy might not be able to fit me…”
“I can too!” she protests, her shaky hands grasping at the sheets, “S’not too big, I can take it!”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckles fondly, “m’just teasing baby, I know you can. You always take me so well…” he hisses as he presses his cock against her heat, “always so tight n warm.”
Her core flutters at the sound of his praises -- she knew that being good would pay off! Just the sound of his warm voice and his kind words has her on the edge, and she wants more. He pushes in slowly, her warm slickness making it easy for him to submerge his fat cockhead in her cunt, the suction of her tight walls creating an unbelievable sensation. He throws his head back in ecstasy and grips her hips, his fingers indenting her plushy skin. Her thighs are spread wide, her pussy open and inviting, and her little clit peaks up at him when he bottoms out, balls pressed up to her ass.
She looks so precious like this, pliant and needy underneath him with his cock buried inside of her. His hands slide up the oversized shirt she’s wearing and he eagerly pushes it up to reveal her tits, soft and plushy and easy for him to grip. His thumbs tease her nipples, eyes wide as he watches them harden into cute, biteable peaks. “Y’so gorgeous sweetheart,” he moans out when she arches her back, pressing her tits up in the air and giving Harry free range to them. The praise goes straight to her core.
Her breasts fit perfectly in his palm, filling his hands up and jiggling when he presses a light smack to them. She knows how much he loves her tits, so she just lays there obediently and lets him play. Lets him bend down and suck marks onto her skin, lick and bite at her nipples, kiss all around the valley of her chest. His fingers gently tickle her as he traces them down her ribs to the curve of her waist. Holding her tightly, he starts pulling her down on his cock, sliding her up and down on the bed and watching her tits bounce with the movements. She lets out little uh, uh, uh’s each time he thrusts into her, his cock filling her up and hitting deep inside of her pussy.
Her walls pulse at the way he’s manhandling her for his own pleasure, and her eyes flutter shut in pleasure every time he grunts out a praise for her. “So tight, s’perfect.” He grips her hips and moves her in little circles around his cock, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
“M’your good girl, right?” she mewls out, her mind hazy with pleasure, desperately seeking out his praise and reassurance.
“M’best girl. So fuckin’ good for me,” he groans out. She smiles up at him contentedly and lets him resume his pounding until he’s on the edge of cumming. It’s then that he brings his thumb to rub hard circles on her little clit, the little pearl glistening up at him and seemingly begging for his attention.
He’s generous with the praises now, letting them rain down on her like warm honey as he rails her to her climax.
“God, you’re so good for me, feel s’good around my cock.” She whimpers and whines as each compliment reaches her ears, keening up at him. “Could fuck this pussy forever, always make me cum s’hard.”
The praises are getting to her head, clouding her brain and making her feel so happy and warm inside. The heat in her belly is building up, her bubble of pleasure growing and growing until it finally pops and she’s cumming! Cumming all over his cock like a good girl, she hears him say, but she’s too caught up in the fuzzy feeling to even acknowledge the continuous sweet words flowing out of his mouth. Her hips buck up in the air, rutting against Harry weakly as she tries to prolong the feeling.
The feeling of her cumming is the final trigger for Harry, shooting streaks of cum into her pussy, coating her walls and filling her up. It leaks around his cock, messy and sticky, but it feels too good for either of them to care.
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A well deserved break was in your favor.
A long break that had to do with a lot of drinking and perhaps fucking, if you’re lucky enough tonight.
Work has been stressful lately. Being the CEO of an up and coming makeup brand has its perks. The new season called for a new line of makeup and the whole process would start again. The countless meetings with the design team, marketing team, and the factory; all while hoping everything runs smoothly.
It was the busiest season of the year trying to come up with new and better ideas for your brand, and hoping everyone likes it.
Needless to say, you needed a break. A well deserved break at that.
It’s been a while since you properly went out by yourself. You’re not even sure if you’ve ever been out by yourself, especially to a bar. It was a last minute decision that you told yourself that you were going to step out and have a drink after work, and it would’ve been too late to call anyone up considering it was 8 at night.
Work had been keeping you at the office later than usual, and you hated it. You were a firm believer of having downtime and taking care of your body and skin after work, but you get home so late that all you want to do is crash; not given enough time to relax.
But it was Friday night and you thought that a drink to celebrate the end of the working week was enough to go out.
You walked through the door of the bar, seeing that there were a good amount of people there, but it wasn’t too overcrowded. You took a seat at the counter, and the bartender had already seen you, making his way to you.
“Hi. Can I get a shot of tequila please?”
“Sure thing,” he replied and quickly took out a shot glass and reached for the tequila bottle that was at the top of the shelf, and poured it. “Want a lime? Or a chaser to go with that?” He asks as he sets the glass right in front of you.
“Nah, I’m good. Thank you.” Without a thought, you downed it, letting the burning liquid run down your throat. The bartender was still in front of you, an impressive look on his face. “Can I get another please?” He nods, and pours you another, which you gulp it quickly. He waits for you to ask for another, “I’m okay right now. I’ll call you if I want another, thanks,” he nods and serves his other customers.
You start eating the peanuts that were set right in front of you as you remembered that you didn’t have much to eat before; just a small salad with coffee for lunch. No wonder why you were so hungry, practically devouring the whole bowl of peanuts.
“Pretty impressive to down two shots in a row,” a man takes a seat right next to you. You couldn’t help but think how attractive he is. His hair was short and slightly curly at the top along. Overall, his face was just too pretty.
“Why, were you watching me?” You tease.
“How could I not when a pretty girl walks into a bar and orders two shots and downs them back to back?” He smirks and your face is hot. The two shots and very little food you’ve eaten had made your face fluster.
“Wow, that whole thing you said sounded like a song. Are you a musician?” He laughs, genuinely laughs. The whole head thrown back and his fist banging on the counter.
“Of some sorts. I’m Harry,” he takes his hand out to shake, and you take it.
“Nice to meet you, Harry.”
“And you are?”
“Whatever you want to call me tonight,” you smirk.
“Oh, so we’re playing like that, huh?” His brows raise and you nod, giving him a ‘mhm.’ “Well, if that’s the case, I reckon we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” his eyes turn dark and you have no idea what you’re in for, but oh, you’re so ready for it.
“Tell me,” he starts and you raise your eyebrows, “tell me what you like being called.”
“Hmm. There’s a few that I can think of,” you think up, pretending to think.
“Yeah? Care to share?”
“I think I’ll save that for when it happens,” you tease.
“And when do you think it’ll happen?” He smirks.
The sexual tension between you two is insanely thick. With back and forth teasing and smirking, you two are building up the tension and connection, and there is absolutely no doubt that you have a connection with this stranger.
“I think it’ll happen a lot sooner than you think,” you give him a look as if you’re saying ‘how does that sound?’
“Do you mind if I touch you?” He suddenly asks.
“Quite the gentleman you are when you’re going to tear me up tonight,” you joke, but quite literally meaning it.
“Always a gentleman out of the bed, but don’t expect me to be nice to you in bed,” he tests.
“Oh, I don’t expect you to be. Want you to go for it. And by the way, yes you can touch me.”
Harry grabs your hand, caressing it. It had surprised you because you had expected him to go somewhere less innocent than holding hands. You feel the soft rubs of his thumb, gently rubbing over your skin, and the small touch of his sends electrical sparks throughout your body. You’ve never felt like this. The slightest touch of someone you don’t know and had just met had this effect on you, and it blew your mind.
“What are you trying to do, Harry?” You take a deep breath as he begins rubbing your leg. He starts off slow, starting at the knee, testing to see if it was okay, and when he looked up at you, he saw you nod and began circling his single finger across your thigh.
He made all sorts of patterns across your thigh, and you had wished that you were wearing a skirt or shorts just so you could feel it on your actual skin, but the thick barrier of denim was in the way.
Harry’s face was close to yours and you think he’s about to kiss you, but his face steers him next to your ear. You feel his run closer to your heated core, but not just there yet. He was running his finger in your inner thigh, making you squirm in your seat and hit breaths coming out of your mouth, hitting Harry’s ear.
“I’m trying to get you ready. Is that okay?” He finally answers your question, and you had totally forgotten that you had asked that due to the distraction of an insanely hot man teasing you to your death.
“Get me ready for what exactly?”
“I’m sure you know what.”
“Hmm, rather have you tell me,” you hear him take a breath in and out. What you don’t expect next was that his finger had made its way in between your thighs, pushing down on your clit. The feeling had totally shocked you, not expecting him to touch you in such an open and public place, but you honestly are far from caring.
“Wanna lick and eat your pussy when I take you back to my place. I want you to cum all over my mouth that your legs give out. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re sore. Gonna fuck you till you remember me for the next guy you wanna fuck because let’s face it, darling, all you’ll be thinking about is me. You’re gonna come back to my cock and begging me to fuck you over and over again,” he tells you sensually in your ear, all while pressing down on your clit and moving his thumb around. The friction between your thick jeans and his finger felt amazing, and it took so much in you to not buck your hips into his finger. “How does that sound?” He says, coming face to face with you.
The dominant side of him is showing heavily. But you were one to not put down a fight.
“That sounds great, in all honesty, and I would absolutely love that. But I’ll believe it when you show me. You could be all talk for all I know,” you’re practically challenging him to your death. You know this guy would fuck you good. Hell, the way he’s just talking to you is leaving you a stain on your panties from your arousal.
“You’re testing me, darling,” he shakes his head. “But if you really wanna know, how about I take you to my place right now and I’ll show you?” He stands from his stool.
You shrug your shoulders, “okay,” you stand as well, grabbing your purse. “But aren’t you gonna kiss me first?” Harry raises his eyebrows, shocked this woman is even asking that when he’s literally about to fuck her brains out. “What? All I’m thinking is that what if our first kiss is horrible when we get back to yours? So if the kiss is horrible then the sex will definitely be worse,” you know you’re on his last nerve, and you’re surprised he hasn’t moved on to the next girl to pull his moves on, but he seems to be enjoying the bantering.
“Okay, that’s fair. Can I kiss you darling?” Harry asks just like the gentleman he is.
“Yes. Please kiss me,” you plead.
Harry wastes no time in connecting your lips together. Soft lips that mold together when they become one. The taste of alcohol on each other’s tongue can drive you both drunk; drunk in one another’s taste, lips, hold. You had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he wraps his around your waist. The two of you both kiss each other in the middle of the bar, not giving a single fuck that people are still around and they can obviously see. You’re so caught up in him, he’s so caught up in you that neither of you don’t care to stop.
The only thing that does make you two stop was the drop of glass shattering, startling the both of you to pull away from one another. Some random guy had dropped his drink, making a complete mess on the ground, and all the attention was turned on him. Luckily, away from you and Harry.
“How was that?” He asks, in hopes that you would still let him take you home,
“It was good. Really good.” There was no point in playing with him if he’s actually good in bed. You knew that the first time he sat next to you. But god, that tongue is driving you crazy, and it’s sending so many thoughts of what else that tongue can do to your body.
“Then let’s save the rest for later, darling. Reckon we put on a show,” he chuckles, placing his hand on your lower back to guide you through the door. “Really not gonna tell me your name yet?”
“Hmm, nah. Maybe after you fuck me. I believe you’re already too attached,” you tease.
Harry laughs and shakes his head, and thinks this girl is gonna be the death of me.
The ride to his house was anything but awkward. Harry had called his driver, not wanting to risk driving even though he’s only had one drink, but really he just wanted to be close to you. You’ve never met someone who has their own personal driver, and it amazed you how much money this guy has. Not like you were interested in the money because frankly, you were only in it for the hot sex you’re about to have with, but damn! Hot stranger with hot sex and hot money? Why the fuck not.
As soon as the door shut and the car started moving, he grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours. He told you that he was saving the kisses for later, but he couldn’t help it. Your lips were irresistible that he needed to feel it against his again, along with other places, but he’s only a handful of minutes away and then he’ll be graced with the beauty of her lips around his cock.
His aching and hard cock, to be exact.
Once the car comes to a stop, he thanks his driver and leads you out the car and to his front door. You stand behind him as he tries getting the right key into the slot, but he’s shaking and anxious because of his excitement.
You made the bold move to reach over and palm his bulge. Harry’s breath hitches in his throat as he continues fumbling with his keys. Your front is pressed to Harry’s back, squeezing him through his pants. You can tell he’s big and ready to be taken care of.
“Never gonna get in the house if you keep doing that,” he moans out, finally relieving some of the pressure that went straight to his cock.
“Sorry, couldn’t help but notice how hard you were when we were in the car, so I had to feel for myself,” you say against his back, kissing him through his shirt. He turns his head to the side, so you could hear what he’s about to say loud and clear.
“Keep it up or I’m fucking you against the door that you’ll be screaming my name so loud that you would wake up my neighbors.”
“You act like I’m opposed to that,” you giggle, but he takes your hands away from his dick, practically throwing it off.
He turns around slightly towards you, and his eyes darken, “be good.” You practically go silent after that as he turns back around.
He finally unlocks the door, pulling you instead to his house before smashing your lips against his. The quick movements had shocked you as you tried observing his wealthy home, but didn’t get a chance to due to his lips.
Heated kisses dominate your mouth as your back hits the closed door. His tongue repeatedly touches yours, making your knees weak, and if it wasn’t for Harry holding you so tight, you would have definitely fallen.
It was like you were finally waiting for this moment to come. The tension at the bar was so sharp that just upon meeting each other, there was a pool in your panties and a hard on in his pants.
And to which, the arousal you both had are both hot and ready to devour one another to pleasure.
“Can I touch you?” He one last time, knowing that this time you were turning in your full permission and submission. He already knew you were weak for him when you had said yes the first time, but again, he is a gentleman.
You nod and lift the hem of his shirt up a bit, raking your nails on his love handles as you earned a moan from his that directed to your mouth. Harry unbuttons your jeans and pulls down the zipper, not finding enough time to fully take your pants off before his hands are down your pants already. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it gently in slow circles and he feels your wetness lubricating his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers out. You only nod, not wanting to speak but only wanting your lips to be occupied by him. His finger finally touching your raw and bare pussy sent shivers down your spine. You were waiting for it ever since he had gotten close to you.
He pulls his lips back from yours and starts kissing your neck as he undos the buttons of your shirt, and lifts it up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. He trails down to your collarbones and works the latches of your bra, unhooking it to reveal your breasts.
“Your tits, holy shit,” he immediately takes on your nipples, sucking and biting it while grabbing the other and fondling it, and switches and does the same. Once he’s done, he kisses his way down to your stomach, pulling your jeans down fully along with your panties.
You had worn a red lace cheeky panty, feeling the most confident in sexy underwear. “Gonna have to see you in that another time, love,” the thought of him saying another time had made your heart drop. You couldn’t deny the connection between you two. Although not knowing him well enough emotionally, the physical connection was so strong.
“Fucking lick me already,” you pant out breathlessly, already feeling heated from his teasing kisses.
“Alright, alright,” you had expected him to lick you up already, but he still continues with kissing your skin and sometimes sucking on it, leaving a hickey. He kisses your pubic bone and thighs before hiking one leg up to rest on his shoulder, and starts licking a strike up your heated core.
Harry flicks his tongue on your clit many times before sucking on it as you're a moaning mess standing above him. You grab a fistful of his curls before slightly bucking your hips, grinding against his tongue. The sensation running through your body is powerful, and you're lucky your leg is on Harry’s shoulder or else you would have collapsed.
“Fuck, yessss,” you moan out as you continue grinding on his tongue. Harry stops you from moving by pulling back a little before inserting two fingers inside your pussy and continues flicking his tongue on your clit. His fingers curl up to meet the spongy spot inside of you, taking you to the brink of your orgasm. “Keep doing that,” he doesn’t stop fingering you and you continue with your motion from before, needing to feel pressure on your clit with his tongue.
“Taste so good, baby,” he says quickly before proceeding to lick and suck your clit.
“Mhm,” you whine out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” you say as your hips buck.
“Cum on my face, please. Need it,” he urges out, continuing to curl his fingers into your pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you had felt like a water balloon inside you had exploded, feeling the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm. Harry lets go of your leg that was resting on his shoulder and kisses your clit once more and the inside of your thighs, before kissing up to your lips. When you put your foot down on the ground, you were welcomed by a wet floor. You tried looking down at the mess you’ve made, but Harry’s lips caught yours, and you feel his wet chin that’s dripping your inside fluids off of his chin and down to your chest and the taste of your orgasm on his lips, making the scene so erotic and filthy.
“Be careful, you might slip. Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? Maybe you can make a mess on my sheet like you did my floor. Didn’t know I got squirted in my hands,” he grabs the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and your legs go around his waist. You were about to kiss him, feeling lost without it, but he needed to watch his step as he turned out, not wanting to slip and hurt both of you.
He carries you to the bedroom as you kiss his face and his neck, and it takes so much in him not to just fuck you where he’s standing. Once he finally sees the bed, he makes sure he’s close enough before he practically throws you on it. A squealing yelp comes out of your mouth as you giggle slightly.
Harry was still fully clothed as you’re fully naked, but you wanted to change that as soon as possible. You motion him to come towards you with your finger, and he walks towards the edge of the bed, standing above you. You sit on your knees on the bed, and lift his shirt up halfway so he could take it off. And once he does, you admire his body. His beautiful body that you’ve been aching to see. The one that doesn’t compare to anyone else, and all you want to do is love on him and fuck him.
“Fuck, look at you,” you breathe out before you kiss his neck and trail down to his chest. His tattooed chest was something you wanted to look out forever. You wanted to kiss each and every single one of his inked designs, but you do that to what is right in front of you. You kiss the swallow tattoos, kissing down the middle and stopping at his pecs. You lick one of his nipples and do the same to the other, and Harry had not expected you to do that at all, but he isn’t complaining. You then trail down to the butterfly on his stomach, kissing it loads before going down to the ferns that lay at the bottom. His body is so sexy, so magnifying, and you wanted to engulf every single inch of him.
You managed to get his belt off, and start working on the button and his zipper, pulling it down just enough to see the entirety of his underwear. Harry quickly takes off his jeans and kicks them to the side as he stands in just his underwear. You continue kissing his stomach, deciding that you weren’t done leaving a trail of your lips all over his body so he wouldn’t forget about this night. You fondle him over his briefs, relieving some of the pressure that is his hard cock, and Harry moans.
A smile is present on your mouth, happy to hear his sensual moan. “So hard for me already,” you look up through your lashes.
“Been hard since the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he looks down at you, and you smile, blushing at his statement.
You finally release the restraint that is his underwear, and his dick springs up. You lick your lips hungrily, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking big, holy shit.”
“Stroking my ego, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, and stroking your cock,” you lick your hand and grab a hold of him, stroking your hand up and down, working him up. As your hand works against him, you suck the skin of his hip, leaving multiple hickeys on his skin.
You finally lick up his cock from base to tip, and take his tip inside your mouth, sucking lightly. You then take more of him, hollowing your cheeks.
“Yeah, baby. Do it like that,” Harry groans out. He pushes all of your hair to one side, so he could see your face. You were in an all fours position, and it was hurting your back and neck, but you didn’t care; only wanting Harry to feel the pleasure right now.
You start taking more of him, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat and your nose pressed up against his pubic bone. Harry moans get stuck in his throat and you release him.
“Like that? Like when you can feel the back of my throat? Like when you’re in my mouth? Huh…daddy?” The name had slipped and you didn’t expect it. But it had turned you on even more, and you were hoping it did the same to him.
And oh, it did.
His eyes turn dark as he looks down at you with his cock in your hand, pumping it. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, bringing you up to his lips. Your forehead is pressed against his and his lips graze yours, and you want to desperately kiss them. And you try to, but he tugs your hair back.
“You wanna call me daddy? Yeah? Be a good little girl and suck daddy’s cock, and let’s see if you have the honor of calling me that. Got it?” You nod, not trusting your voice and also surprised how fast his tone changed. He pushes your head back down to his cock and you take him back in your mouth. Your mouth works on him, having to move from side to side because of the position you're in, which causes your whole body to move as well.
From Harry's view, he’s got the view of your naked back and your ass. He lets one hand go from your hair and reaches forward to slap one cheek causing you to moan around him. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he whispers out, feeling the vibrations from your moans straight to his dick.
The second time he said the pet name, it made you clench. It caused your thighs to slightly close and make you moan around his cock. And Harry notices and he thinks he hit the jackpot.
He pulls out of your mouth again and brings your face to his with both hands on the sides of your face.
“You like that, huh? Like being called a good girl? Didn’t wanna fucking tell me your name because you wanted me to call you good girl. Think you were being a good girl? I certainly don’t think so. Do you think so?” Your hair was a wild mess, mouth still wide open like his big cock had jammed it open. He slips his thumb in your mouth, “answer me.”
“No, don’t think I was.”
“Exactly, I didn’t think you were either. But since you wanna be called that so bad, prove to me that you are by sucking me good,” he lets go of you and you bend down to continue sucking him.
He starts bucking his hips, fucking your mouth, and hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag around him. It had felt amazing to him, having you gag around him, but decided to stop, not wanting to hurt you.
“Do it again? Want you to fuck my mouth,” you beg. He doesn’t hesitate to thrust into your mouth, starting off slowly though, not wanting to push you.
After a thrusting a few or more times, he starts holding your head when he reaches the back of your throat and your face is pushed up against his body. You tried your very best not to push away; opening your mouth wider than ever and relaxing your throat. Harry pulls you off of him and a string of saliva hangs from your lips to his tip.
“Fuck, you’re fucking mouth, baby,” he pulls your face up to meet his, giving you a heated kiss. “You may call me daddy. Your mouth is so filthy already. Sucking me so good. You definitely are a good girl.” He kisses your lips and moves down to your neck.
“Thank you, daddy.”
Now that foreplay is out of the way, he can’t wait to stuff himself inside of you. He had gone to get a condom, but you told him that you were clean and was on the pill, and said that he could go bare as long as he was clean. He immediately agreed and told you that he was clean and he just recently got tested, and if you wanted to see the result. You laughed, telling him no and that you trusted him.
You lay on your back against the pillows and he hovers over you, giving you a few kisses before he reaches between you and lined himself up with your pussy.
He finally pushes in and you both let out a moan in a sigh of relief. The feeling of the two of you connected, increased your arousal as Harry started thrusting in and out of you. Your hands were placed on his hips, pulling him close if possible; wanting him close as he pounds into you.
“Feels so good,” your head throws back onto the pillows. Harry grabs both of your arms from around his waist before lifting them up above your head, holding your wrists in one hand. The other hand places a hand on one of your breasts, squeezing it harshly.
“Yeah? Who feels good, baby?” He drives even deeper into you.
“You, daddy. You feel so good,” you practically scream out.
“God, baby girl, you feel amazing,” his head is thrown back in ecstasy, feeling you coat his cock with your arousal.
“Thank you, daddy,” you bite your lip and innocently look him in the eye, but you’re far from innocent,
“No, thank you. Just met and you’re already calling me daddy. Fuck, where have you been all my life?” He continued to thrust like there’s no tomorrow—harder, deeper, and all you could do is take it and moan.
“Been so…lost…without you. Harder, please.” You feel yourself start slipping. Your head begins to feel dizzy as he relentlessly attacks your pussy with his cock. The pain and pleasure had taken over your mind, swirling and jumbling your words and thoughts.
“My good baby girl wants it harder, huh?” You nod as you shut your eyes, feeling so much pleasure as Harry starts thrusting harder and faster, making a moaning mess out of you, his chest slightly sweaty from the movement and your back damped from the writhing above the sheet.
“You’re here now, aren’t you? You’re here and you’re mine. Right, baby? You’re mine now?” Harry’s dominant side is seeking through, needing the praise and the reassurance.
“Mhm…here and yours.”
“That’s right. Wanna be a good girl and ride my cock?” You nod and he pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips from the absence of him, and lays right next to you before pulling you on his body. You barely had any time to register what was happening, because it was all happening too fast for your liking, you found herself straddling him and he immediately lined himself up again, and pushed you down to sink onto him.
You slowly start grinding on him as you were still in her hazing state. Everything was so fuzzy, but you continued to bounce on him, wanting to make him happy.
“Good, baby girl. That’s so good,” he moans out, gripping your hips hard as he guides you up and down his cock. His hands trail up your stomach, stopping at your breasts to give them a harsh squeeze. He then reaches up to suck on them before covering them again with his hands. “Love your fucking tits.”
Your hands cover his big ones grabbing your tits, and it’s a sight for Harry. His baby girl was riding him, eyes closed, mouth open, him touching her tits, and her touching his hands touching her tits. He was practically in heaven.
“Gonna cum, daddy,” you whimper. You open your eyes and fall on his chest, all while still moving your hips. “Please, let me cum? Please, daddy?” You’re nose to nose with him, pleading to let you feel pleasure to the full extent.
“Hold it, baby. I’m nearly there,” he says, kissing your cheek. A pout formed on your lips and you whined a little, feeling like you’re going to explode anytime soon. But you wanted Harry to reach his high too, so you don’t say anything and you hold it.
“Fuck me then? Please, fuck me?”
“Hold on tight, okay?” Your arms wrap around his neck and your face is buried right next to his head. The gaps were closed between you two, and you’re so close to him that it was starting to get hot, but in the best way.
Harry wraps his arms around your torso, hugging you to him as he plants his feet onto the bed, and starting fucking up into you. His thrusting is fast and hard with skin slapping against each other and moans were only heard, and he’s there. He’s on the edge.
“Daddy…” you say softly in his ear, practically begging him to give you his permission. “Please.”
“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, yeah?” And with that, you cum…hard. So does Harry; shooting his hot cum deep inside of you with a loud groan of relief escaping his lips. “God, yes.”
You softly grind down on him, riding your orgasm out until you feel a familiar squirting between your legs and on Harry's stomach.
“Mmm,” you whine out.
“Doing so well for me, baby girl. Cumming so hard for me, right?” You only nod, continuing to cry out.
He pushes you off of him and you whimper, feeling lost without his body pressed up against yours, even though he’s inside of you still. You’re sitting up, straddling him, and you start feeling pressure on your clit. Harry’s thumb presses against it and starts rubbing it fast.
“Ohh…” the feeling gets you to your next orgasm, grinding down on his cock as he rubs your clit.
“One more, yeah? Got one more in there for me?” He challenges.
“Mhm…for you, daddy.”
“That’s right. For daddy, yeah? Come one, baby. Squirt for me again.”
And you do, you squirt until your legs are shaking, and Harry’s body and sheet are covered in your juices. Your cries are loud, but it’s full of pleasure and the feeling of overwhelm. This just takes you more into a headspace, and with the shaking of your legs, it makes you even more dizzy.
You collapse on Harry’s chest, wrapping your arms around him, wanting to feel him close as possible. You bury your face in his neck, practically crying against his neck, and you feel his hands rub your back and his lips against your temple.
“Hey, hey. Why’re you crying?” He tries pulling your face out of his neck, but you whimper, not wanting to let go. “Come on, look at me, please?” His eyes had gone soft for the crying figure on top of him. He knew you were probably too overwhelmed and sensitive from all the pleasure, especially the full and hard orgasms.
After a few minutes, you pull your head out of his neck and he’s met with glossy eyes and damped cheeks. He kisses your lips quickly, before asking, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“Don’t wanna leave, daddy. You’re gonna kick me out now,” you sniffle.
“What? No, I’m not. Baby, you live here too. Not gonna kick you out,” Harry frowns.
“Yeah, you are because I’m supposed to be just a one night stand, and Daddy doesn’t do sleepovers and we just met.”
“Hey, I’m Harry, alright? Come back to me. It’s Harry. You know Harry, right?” You only nod your head. “Your brain is all fuzzy, thinking I’m just daddy and I’m supposed to kick you out. No, it’s not like that, okay? We were just playing, remember?” He scratches your head.
“Daddy’s not gonna leave or kick me out?” You look at him with your glossy eyes, begging him for you to stay.
“Daddy or Harry’s not gonna kick you out. Nor are they going to leave you. Ever.” He could feel you starting to relax on him, taking deep breaths rather than hearing your cries. “Come on, miss my girl. Want you back. It was nice ‘meeting’ you at the bar, but I miss you so much,” Harry says in soft and a hushed voice. He cradles her and hums, trying to get you to come back to the world.
After a few minutes, he’s sure that you’ve fallen asleep in his hold, but you lift your head up, and he smiles.
“Hey there, pretty lady.”
“Harry?”
“Welcome back, stranger,” he kisses her nose and you smile at his affection.
“I went under again, huh?” Your face looked so defeated, like you were embarrassed. Sometimes you hated being in subspace because you have no clue and no control of how you’re acting.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. You’re completely safe when you are and stop worrying too much. There’s nothing you could do or say that would make me leave you. Married you, so you’re stuck with me.” You nod, feeling slightly better. Harry was always so good with reassurance and aftercare when you’re in subspace or not. He’s also so caring and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.
“Thank you,” you say softly in his neck.
“Of course. Always gonna take care of you,” he hugs you closer for a moment, relishing every moment he gets when you’re in his arms. “Now, let’s go take a bath? Let me wash you up before we sleep.”
“Mmm. Don’t wanna move,” you say as you get comfortable on his body. “Feel so empty without you.”
“Not going anywhere, love. You could cling onto me while I get the bath ready, how does that sound?” He moves your hair, so he could see your beautiful and tired face. You lift your head up to look at him.
“No, what I meant was: I’m empty without you in me,” Harry’s mouth opens as if the realization just hit him; a soft ‘oh’ comes out.
“Want me in you? Without the fucking, huh? Just wanna feel warm and nice?” He smiles, often loving when you go into subspace because a little cockwarming is in his favor.
“Mhm. Please? Just for a little bit then we could take a bath.”
“Okay, whatever you want. We could also do it in the bath too, but let’s stay here for a moment,” you nod in agreement.
He reaches between you, stroking his dick to get it a little hard before lining himself up once again. His hips bucked and you pushed your hips down on him, both moaning in the relief of feeling full again.
“Feel so good, even like this, baby,” you say against his skin.
“Yeah? Keeping me warm, huh?” You nod and he kisses your face. “We should do this more often.”
“I always keep your cock warm though,” Harry laughs at your vulgar language, but he’s not surprised.
“I know that, but I didn’t mean that. I meant we should plan some nights where we don’t know each other and we meet up at the same place. Remember we always did that when we were dating? Got some of the best surprises out of each other.”
“Yeah, I remember. Back when I was able to fit into my maid costume,” you sigh.“But sure. I really liked today. I was going for something else, but daddy just slipped out and I know how much you love being called that, so I just went with it,” you start scratching the back of his neck, and he feels like he could fall asleep anytime, but he’d rather stay up and talk to you.
“Don’t deny that you don’t like calling me daddy either,” he sarcastically scoffs.
“You’re right. I do,” you giggle, knowing that it’s your favorite thing to call him besides your innocent pet names for him. “I’m gonna surprise you for what kind of role playing we’re gonna do when we pretend not to know each other.” You kiss his chest and he hums. You both feel so relaxed that you feel Harry getting soft inside of you, but he still feels warm.
“Okay, sounds good to me. As long as it’s with you then I have no reason to complain.”
You smile at him, feeling so loved and grateful you’re married to him. As you two lay close to one another, chest to chest, and sexually and emotionally connected, you’re appreciative for the stranger that’s not really a stranger, holding you in his arms.
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i'm so excited! what day do you think? can you give us a hint of what's to come? i'm so fucking excited! forgive me father is my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
😂 yes it is, babe! I'm so glad you're excited!
I'll post the check-in tomorrow because I'm pretty much done with it. I just need to re read. I'll give you a tiny teaser below... 👀
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teaser for tomorrow's update for Forgive Me, Father
“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.
She nodded silently and looked downward again.
Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.
She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.
“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls, “take them.”
Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bed forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.
The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.
Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”
She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty sight. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really.
“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.
She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.
Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”
Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.
