Beg For It
“You look good,” you say as you walked towards the end of the bed, admiring your work. “I think this is the best view I’ve ever had of you, babe.” “Damn it, love, do something,” Harry begged. “‘M so hard.” And he was, he was hard and leaking, making a mess of his toned stomach. You had him right where you wanted him: tied to the bed; exactly where you were last night. And he looked good. He looked so good. He was waiting, and ready for you. And you wanted to give it him, you really did, but, you had a plan for the night. And if things went the way you wanted, it would be awhile before he got what he wanted. “Uh-uh, baby. You didn’t ask very nicely,” you say as you straddle him, resting yourself on his thighs. “C’mene Y/N, ’m not gonna beg you to touch me. I know you will,” he scoffed. “I give it five minutes.” You laughed, because tonight you were not going to give in. You knew what you wanted, and you were gonna make it happen. You leaned down to kiss him, immediately slipping your tongue in his mouth, fighting for dominance. It was a passionate kiss, one that made your toes curl and your stomach churn. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your lips pushing together and the tiny whimpers that slipped passed both of your lips. He intoxicated you, you could feel the kiss flowing through your veins. You knew what was coming tonight, and you got wetter just thinking about it. You made it clear that you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, until he gave you what you wanted: to hear him beg for you. Slowly, you started rocking yourself over his thigh, enjoying the feeling that came with it. As the kiss continued, your pace only quickened, and your whimpers turned to moans. Breaking the kiss, you lean back on your hands and let out a loud moan as you feel your high approaching. The only sound echoing through the room was your loud moans and Harry’s helpless whimpers. He could literally get off on watching you do this, using his body for your own pleasure. “Y-You know… I’ll give you w-what you want Harry,” you force yourself to maintain your voice, but it’s getting harder for your to form coherent sentences as your orgasm nears. “All you have to do is ask, baby.” Harry groans and rolls his eyes as he refuses to give in, even though he knows he’s not really in the position to do that. He moves his hips in attempt to relieve some of the ache in his cock, but you just laugh and move your hands to hold his tummy down. You let yourself go, however, when you hit your peak. Arching your back and whimpering Harry’s name like it’s the only word you can remember how to say. Faintly you can hear the handcuffs pulling against the headboard as Harry aches to touch you. But you know he won’t be able to for a long time. Or at least until he does what he’s supposed to. Coming down from your high, you half expected Harry to give you what you wanted. But he didn’t. So you decided you needed to up your game. Leaning down, you brush your lips over his. Whimpering, he leans forwards to push your lips together. Granting him at least a kiss, you don’t pull away. Instead, moving your hands to pull his hair, just the way he likes. Pulling away to catch your breath, you begin to pepper kisses all over Harry’s jaw, biting the spot on his neck that makes him hiss. “Are yeh really gonna do this, babe,” he asks. “Can’t yeh just suck me off. Yeh know I’m not gonna beg.” Smirking, you travel down his chest, stopping to lick both his nipples and give open-mouthed kisses to his hips. Finally, you become level with his twitching cock, and you don’t hesitate to get to business. You trace your tongue up the vein on his cock, and when you reach the tip, you don’t hesitate to take him into your mouth. You don’t waste any time taking him all the way, wanting to get him to the edge as fast as possible. Bobbing your head, you allow him to thrust as best as he can into your mouth. On a particularly hard and deep thrust, you feel yourself unsuccessfully holding back a gag, resulting in a deep moan to rip through Harry’s chest. Needing a minute to breathe, you release him, replacing your mouth with your hand. Pumping him quickly, you look up at him through your lashes. And when you do, you let out a loud moan. Harry looks like a proper mess, hair matted to his forehead, a layer of sweat covering his body. His hands tied to the headboard, knuckles turning white from how tightly he’s squeezing his fists, and wrists pulling against the headboard, making loud banging noises. You love when he looks like this, love when you’re the one who makes him feel like this. For a minute, you almost consider giving in, letting him cum, because you know that he’s really close. But then you remember what this night is all about. You pull out all the stops when you finally take him back into your mouth, sucking relentlessly on the tip. Roughly, he groans and tries to thrust up into your mouth. But this time, you hold him down. You want, no you need, to be in control now. Or else you know you would give in to him. Slowly, you begin to take more and more of him into your mouth until you feel his pubic hair tickling the tip of your nose. When he’s finally all the way down your throat, you look up at him with an innocent look, almost like you didn’t have his cock balls deep down your throat, making him throw his head back. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and you know it’s time to put your plan into action. You release him from your mouth with a pop, sitting back on your heels. “Well, that was fun,” you tease him. “What the fuck, Y/N. I was about to cum.” He says as he lifts his hips in hopes to rub against you and push himself over the edge. He feels his high slipping away and he begins to pull on the handcuffs again. “I know. But you still haven’t given me what I want.” “C’mene Y/N, I’m not gonna beg for yeh to fuck me. I know yeh want it just as bad.” “No, really Harry. I would be fine walking away right now. Is that what you want,” you start as you rub your hands up and down his thighs slowly. “Do you want me to stop. Because it looks like you’re aching to cum. I’ve never seen you this hard, and you’re leaking like crazy.” He whimpers at your words and you know he is really close to giving in. All he needs is that final push. “C’mene, Daddy. Give your baby girl what she wants, so I can make both of us feel good.” The room is silent for a couple of seconds as Harry lets what you’ve said fully sink in. “Fuck, fine. Please baby, please fuck me. Ride my cock, please. I want yeh so fucking bad, I don’t think I can take anymore teasing. I need yeh. I need yeh to sink you’re pretty, delicious pussy down onto my cock. Do yeh think you can do that for me, can yeh do that for Daddy.” Grinning, you let out a slight whimper at his words. You feel yourself grow wetter as he literally begs you to fuck him. Seeing him like this, at your complete mercy, turns you on more than you care to admit. Positioning yourself over his cock, you feel like giving him one final tease. “Are you sure you really deserve it. I’m not sure?” you tease. He lets out a cry, a literal cry, and you know that you’ll be teasing him about that later. However, you know that he is nearing his breaking point, and that if he doesn’t cum soon, he might actually shed a few tears. So, slowly you let yourself sink down onto his cock, releasing a loud moan. Harry struggles to keep his hips from fucking up into you, but you don’t try to stop him. “‘M not gonna last long, babe. You feel so fucking good. Extra tight today,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Not sure how that’s possible after last night, but it’s okay baby, let go. I know you really need it.” You let yourself fall forward into Harry’s chest and you let him take control as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Shit, fuck. I- oh my fucking god. Harry!” You moan. You don’t care that you’ve let Harry take control, giving up everything tonight was about. The only thing you care about now is getting your beautiful boyfriend to his long-awaited release. Moving your head, you whisper encouragements into his ear. “C’mon baby. I want to feel you let go inside of me. Want to see your cum dripping out of me. C’mon Daddy, give your baby girl what she wants. Let it go baby.” And he does. And he thinks it’s the most powerful high he’s ever had. His wrists pull against the headboard, his eyes are closed, and his toes are digging into the duvet. He is literally seeing stars, and it’s not helping that you’re still moving up and down at a rapid pace on his cock. Once you reach come down from your orgasm, you roll off Harry, just resting your head on Harry’s toned chest until you hear his breathing even out and feel his body relax. When he finally does come down, you move to unlock him from the handcuffs. As you do, you notice the raw and red skin of his wrists because he had been pulling so hard against the headboard. You take the time to kiss the broken skin before cleaning him off and getting a pair of boxers for him to sleep in. When all of that is finished, you climb into bed and rest your head on Harry’s bare chest. “I love you babe.” “I love you too,” you giggle at Harry’s sleepy, rough voice. “You’re gonna get it tomorrow. I can’t believe you made me wait that long.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say sleepy head.” ———————– Okay ladies, I’m sorry if this is literal shit. This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope you guys like it!! Please give me feedback on it and let me know if you like it/if I should ever write anything again.
