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Harry remained fully clothed, hair lazily pushed back, dark skinny jeans and a dark coat that fell to his knees, pointed boots and a dark red t-shirt that fell beautifully loose from his toned physique. And yet there I was, not a thing covering my dignity, stood revealing everything to him. I kept my breathing relatively calm, concentrating severely on the strict rise and fall of my chest, eager for what he had planned for me. I watched him cock and eyebrows as he let his eyes travel up and down me, appearing to enjoy the view. “Har-” I tried. “Shush, Honey.” He instructed. “It’s not your time to talk.” I gulped, genuinely having to remind myself to lubricate my throat. He managed to create an atmosphere I could barely fathom, my whole body alight with his power. Although I was nervous, I was thoroughly at ease trying something new with Harry, letting him be the boy who took a little more of my innocence away. I wasn’t sure what his plans were, but he kept me on my toes as he took a few confident steps towards me, his eyes the darkest I had ever seen them. I bit my lip, my excited eyes looking up to his as he came to a stop in front of me, still as poised as ever. He took one finger, gently pressing it to the top of my neck, and then slowly tracing it entirely down my back, just that small trace leaving tingles down my entire body. He reached the bottom of my spine, before moving his hand slightly to the left, then gripping his hand harshly around my cheek, making my body jolt and my breath catch in my throat as he latched onto me. “I’m going to make your beautiful little arse red, Honey.” I could barely breathe, feeling more innocent and subdued than I had ever thought possible. I had thought the situation would make me feel the complete opposite; that his actions were going to make me feel dirty. But it was thanks to my nerves and lack of experience with this kind of thing, I felt totally vulnerable. Harry still towered over me, silently evaluating my reaction to his words. The fact he was fully dressed and no longer even touching me was having such an effect on me, making me as heated and bothered as it would if he was completely naked and letting his hands journey my body. It was like he was teasing me, making sure I felt like he was in charge, that I was bare in more ways than one. “I’m going to bend you over, and I’m going to flush your gorgeous skin. I’m going to sting you. But before I do, I need you to do something for me, Beautiful. Okay?” I nodded, my body accumulating additional shakes as Harry began to shimmy out of his coat, not letting his eyes leave mine as he removed his arms from the sleeves and threw it to the other side of the room, landing atop of some unpacked boxes. “Answer me verbally, Honey.” “Okay.” I whispered. “I need you to give me a word that means you want me to stop. We need a safety word.” He said sternly. The nerves seemed a little more real as I thought over what he had just asked of me, the thought that I might be in so much pain I would need him to stop. But I was still eager to try, still eager to let him paint my skin a colour it had never been before. “Can’t I just say stop?” I asked breathlessly. “You might be screaming for me to stop, but not actually want me to. We need a word we know you would never say usually during sex, so I’m absolutely sure on what you want from me.” I looked down to the floor for a second, trying to think of a word, but nothing really came to mind. My head was still in a blur at the idea of what he was going to do to me. Harry brushed some hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as he got rid of the darkness for a moment, simply waiting to make sure I felt safe, that this was exactly what I wanted. “Have you done this with anyone before?” I asked nervously. He smiled sweetly, placing a momentary kiss to my lips, having to bend down a little to be on my level. “You’ll be my first.” He whispered. I felt almost relieved knowing that, because I liked the idea that we would be sharing this together, the both of us opening ourselves up to something new together. “I want my safety word to be first.” I whispered. Harry smiled amiably at me, his eyelashes fluttering shut as he took in my words, took in yet another intimate moment we were sharing. He began rubbing his nose against mine as we breathed one another in. “I’m going to make love to you later,” He spoke quietly. “Because you’re fucking incredible. But right now, I want to push you to your edge. You ready?” “Yes.” “Sir.” “Yes, Sir.” I corrected myself. “Do you trust me?” The darkness was returning, and so were my nerves. “Yes, Sir.” I gasped. “Then turn around, and bend over.” Harry directed me, pushing down on the top of my back so my palms pressed to the mattress below me, my bed still unmade, my bedsheets still in a box somewhere. I took a deep breath in, trying to keep myself calm, fearful about the marks that were going to appear on my skin in a matter of seconds. I could feel my legs shaking below me, making me question if I could withstand what was about to come. Harry gently took his palm, smoothing over the area he was about to attack. My skin heated against his, probably reddening from those tender traces alone. He palmed away at my skin, his touch gradually becoming rougher. “What date is it?” He asked seductively. “Umm... I don’t... I don’t know.” I stuttered. I screeched and jolted upright when his hand met my cheek, smacking against it with a force I hadn’t been prepared for. My hand automatically slapped against my mouth, covering my scream and making my breath press out between my fingers. “Baby, you can do better than that.” He leaned to speak into my ear. “Now bend back over, and tell me what date it is.” I moved back down, parting my legs a little more to keep myself steady, keep myself balanced. My hair fell over my shoulders, and I inhaled deeply, already admiring the slight burn to my skin. “It’s the thirtieth.” I mumbled. Another harsh sting met my skin, causing my body to push forward, but this time I stayed bent over, slowly becoming more accustom to the feeling, knowing what to expect. “Remember who you’re talking to.” He spoke lowly. “It’s the thirtieth, Sir.” “Good girl.” He smirked, rubbing over the sore spot. “Now I’m going to give you one hit for every day of this month. You remember the word?” “Yes, Sir.” “Well done, Honey.” I heard him take a step back behind me, positioning himself so he was at the perfect point to let his print meet my skin. He hummed lightly, appreciating his view, aware that I was totally at his whim. I felt so open to him, my body in such an unflattering position, him staring at me with hot eyes, his to play with. One more slap pressed to my cheek, not harsh this time. I knew then that his plan would be to start gently, and build up his strength, pushing me to my limits gradually. Another smack, it seeming to echo around the room, soft but dominant. Things remained relatively calm, my eyes only squinting from a few of the touches until we reached around 20, and that’s when Harry really found his strength, that’s when his efforts heightened. The 20th hit made me fall forward, my face almost meeting the mattress as I gasped out, using my elbows to stop me going face first to the mass of comfort below me, not knowing if I could hack another 10 hits like that. I shakily pushed myself upright, my breathing coming to a halt for some reason. “Stay calm, Sweetie.” He demanded. Though I was faltering, he knew not to stop. Even though I was in pain, even though I could feel tears brimming in my eyes, I was relishing in the experience. The prickles against the sensitive area were sending a rush through my bones and leaving my body feeling wholly overawed. The senses it was igniting within me were things I had never felt before. I took a deep breath in, trying to stay calm, as instructed. I was whimpering slightly as I anticipated the next hit, but the fear was nothing compared to the excitement. His name was forced out in a scream as he struck me, my eyes gripping shut and my fingers desperate to find something more flimsy to hold onto, wishing the sheets were on the bed. Strike number 22 was sure to enflame my skin slightly, making it raise out towards him, desperate to be soothed. Strike number 23 came only seconds later, much quicker than I was expecting as one tear fell. 24 25 26 27 “Harry, please, please stop!” I begged. 28 “What’s my name?” He demanded. “Sir, you’re hurting me.” 29, much harsher than any before. He knew I didn’t want him to stop. “You know the word, Gorgeous. Just one more.” Harry gave me a second, waiting to hear if I would utter the word to let him know I didn’t want any more from him, that I couldn’t deal with any more slams of his skin to mine. I never said it. Harry gently brushed over the spot, before swinging his arm back, and smacking his hand against me with so much force I fell to the bed, my body meeting the mattress. I cried out, release and pleasure running through my being as I eased into the comfort below me, gasping in and clenching cheeks, gritting my teeth. I gradually became accustom to the fact that it was over, my body beginning to relax, and it was only in that moment that I could fully reflect, and realise that I had enjoyed the experience, immensely. I crawled a little further onto the bed so I could lay flat, my chest rising and falling against the mattress, my cheek pressed to it, my watering eyes coming to a stop as I lay there taking everything in. Harry crouched down beside the bed, looking onto me with caring eyes. He put his hand across the top of the bed, grabbing hold of my fingers and squeezing them a little. “Are you okay?” He asked. I nodded, unable to speak as I my breathing continued to come out in tiny pants, feeling so weak and innocent after his brutal touches. It was such a strange sensation, though my body ached and my eyes watered, I had loved his harsh touch, loved how small he had made me feel. I had always been independent, always reasonably confident and I knew how to stand my own ground, so that powerless feeling was something I wasn’t used to, it was totally foreign to me, and I think that’s why I found so much joy from it. Harry pushed across the mattress to meet me, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to mine, his nature so different to what it had been mere moments before. “I’m going to go run you a bath, okay?” He whispered. “Yes please.” My voice seemed broken. I could see Harry questioning what had just happened, his eyes glancing over me and totally giving away how worried he was about my state, fearing that it had been too much for me. “Anna-” “I’m fine Harry.” I smiled. “I really liked it.” “Are you sure?” “Positive.” He brushed the hair from my face, his eyes now seeming to admire my tired state once he knew that I was okay, that he hadn’t inflicted any unwanted pain to my shivering body. He was perfectly caring, he had a dark enough nature to do what he had to me, but the way that was turned off right away to make sure I was okay was such a turn on. The more sides I saw of him, the more I liked him. “Do you want a warm or a cold bath?” He enquired. “Somewhere in-between.” I cooed. He placed one more precious kiss upon me before he stood himself up, carrying himself quickly out of the room to run the water for me. I blushed thinking of getting in the bath, which was easily big enough for us to enjoy together. I moved my hand behind myself, gently grazing over the sore, raised skin where his hand had made contact with me 32 times. I loved that he had marked me, that for however long the sting would accompany me when I was to sit down, and however long the red would remain, he would be attached to me, in some way. I was obsessed by his touch, and the thought that he would be there with me even when he wasn’t, did unfathomable things to my feelings for him. Everything about him made me feel sweet, no matter how rough he was with me, or how rough I predicted he could be in the future; I knew he would always make me feel sweet. I really admired that about him.

I lay between Harry’s legs, my head pressed to his shoulder, the water relatively warm around us. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Harry gently brushing the very tips of his fingers over my chest, his head rested over my shoulder, cheek pressed to mine. I could barely feel the sore of my skin as the water soothed it, the entire atmosphere sending me into a tranquil state that made me feel like pain was a thing that had never fazed me in my life, something I had never experienced. “I like seeing you all wet.” Harry mumbled cheekily. “It’s not the first time.” I smirked. “Hopefully not the last.” He kissed my cheek, moving so his arms were wrapped just beneath my breasts, clutching tightly to my frame. I flopped my head back a little more, dangling over his shoulder as I looked up to the roof. “Thank you… for ealier.” “Did you like it?” He placed a kiss to my exposed neck. “Mm, it was different. I like it when you’re in charge.” His mouth moved upwards, nibbling gently to my ear, causing giggles to escape as he then began to tickle at my sides. I tried to wriggle from his grasp, almost making my way from him. “Okay, okay I’ll stop. Don’t leave me!” He laughed. I nestled back into him, his arms wrapping back around me quickly, keeping me as close to him as he physically could. His protective nature showed even when we were alone, he was always holding onto me, never wanting me to be too far from him. I wondered how that was going to be for him when he was at the other side of the world. I wondered if he’d even thought about it. I then thought back to his blatant issues with Alex and myself. I could tell it wasn’t just to do with the video. Harry had been vocal with me about how this was the first time he was experiencing such intense feelings, and I don’t think either of us were quite prepared for the jealously that would accompany them. But not only was Alex a friend, but at that point my life, I depended on him. He was my line of work, and I knew more things were going to happen in relation to the album. It was just something Harry was going to have to get used to. I turned my head to the side, kissing Harry’s lips tenderly for a moment. “Did you like it?” I asked, keeping my lips near his. “What?” “What we just did?” “Um… I was a bit in and out. I mean… I loved it. Fuck, it was sexy, but the thought of hurting you scared the shit out of me.” He spoke honestly. “That’s why we have the word.” I told him. “But I never want you to have to use it.” He whispered. I kissed him again, lifting a hand to run through his damp curls, feeling him twitch against the bottom of my back. To say how fresh our relationship was, I felt completely at home with Harry. I was surprisingly comfortable with him. I had been aware from the beginning I could be myself around him, maybe it helped that he had caught me in the middle of a whirlwind where I was being forced to pretend to be someone else. When I was in his company, I knew I didn’t have to do that. He made me feel myself without even trying, and I really liked that. “Anna?” He took me from my thoughts. “Mm?” “Do you mind if I... y’know... kinda stick around for a while?” “Just stay here?” I quizzed. “Yeah.” “Until when?” “The sixth?” “A whole week? Woah.” “Yeah, I know. Told you I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can before I go. We have an interview scheduled in on the seventh, and I have some recording to do in the studio on the eighth. Then I guess we have the ninth... Then I’m gone.” I cupped some water in both my hands, splashing it across my face, trying to cover the sigh that spilt from my mouth at the thought of him leaving. I tensed my shoulder blades, and rolled my neck a little. Another squeeze from Harry’s arms engulfed my waist before his lips flattered my cheek, trying to ease me. “Do you think you can put up with me for a week?” I grinned. “Eek, I don’t know, actually. To be fair, we’ve not been getting on at all. I actually think I might hate you...” He mocked. “Okay, you should probably just go home then.” I bit his lip. He hummed against me, looking down to my teeth with sparkling eyes. I loved being playful with him. I think a part of that was because I knew as soon as he left, our relationship would become pretty serious pretty quickly. In a way, it felt like we needed to be playful and free as much as we could whilst we had the opportunity. I loosened my grip, giggling as Harry stood himself up, his wet skin dripping down on my body as he shook himself and then stepped out of the bath. “Alright, I’ll see ya later then!” He smiled cheerily. “Bye, Harry!” I giggled, waving at him, still seated. Harry impishly waved to me, before stepping out of the door and shutting it behind himself. It only took a second to hear another scream, before Harry ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him before pressing his back to it, panting, eyes wide. “Um… looks like Rachel’s home from work.” He gasped. I burst into a fit oh hysterics, observing Harry stood dripping wet and naked, imagining Rachel seeing him that way, even if it was just for a second. I was an absolute state, my body shaking ferociously as I laughed, Harry stood with the smallest smile physically possible on his lips, clearly scarred by his experience. I could hear Rachel laughing outside; I imagined she was on the floor in a fit of giggles. Harry stood with his hand on his unsteady chest, watching me sink down, resting my head on the edge of the bath and clutching my stomach. I could literally hear Rachel drag herself across the door, her laughter dying down a little as she placed three knocks on the bathroom door. “Congratulations, Anna!” She laughed. “That’s a really nice penis he has.” “Oh god.” Harry buried his face in his hands. “I mean, that’s a real handful. You be careful with that thing! One wrong move, and he could tear you in half!” I couldn’t stop laughing, whereas Harry looked like a part of his soul was dying, still pressed against the door, shaking his head, face still in his hands.