Dirty Harry Styles Imagine
The room is dark, cold and empty. No furniture to make it comfortable for her, just the chains that tied her to the wall. The chains he put on her to keep her from escaping his wrath. She bound to the floor by the chains, waiting for her master to come.
As the morning hours came, the young boy arose from his bed, planning his next move on the girl in the room a few doors down. He slowly walks across the hallway, his feet thudding along the mahogany floor. He makes his way to the room she is in. He takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door. Her head snaps up to look at him. He was just in his black boxers, his hair a mess, his green eyes dark, full of lust and rage. He steps closer and her heart beats faster. He is standing right above her, looking down at his victim. She looks up at him through her lashes, waiting for him to make his next move. He takes the small key hanging around his neck and lets her loose from the chains. He grabs her wrist violently and pulls her off the ground. She yelps from the sudden movement, but he doesn’t budge, he keeps moving. He walks out of the room and pulls her into his bedroom and shuts the door. Here they are again. Same room, same people, but only one of them knows what is going to happen next. The other is waiting, waiting like she does everyday. Waiting for her master to take her the way he wants her.
”Are you going to be a good girl today? Are you going to be a good little slut for your master?” He asks her.
As he is behind her he unclamps her bra and throws it to the other side of the room. She stays still, making sure not to move until he says so. He reaches around her and squeezes her breast tightly, pinching the nipples as hard as he can. She holds in her moans, knowing that if she only let one out she would be punished severely.
“Will you only speak when you are spoken to?”
“Are you going to use your hands when you are not allowed to?”
He spins her around so they are face to face, their noses almost touching. His hot breath hits her face before he presses his pink lips to hers for a rough, passionate kiss. She kisses back ever so lightly, matching his movements.
With a force, he pushed her to the ground. She falls on her knees and she is now faced with his boxer-clad erection.
“Take it off with your teeth.” He commands.
She does what he says; taking the elastic band between her teeth she slowly pulls down the fabric from his throbbing cock. He lets out a sigh of relief, as his cock is free from the hold of his boxers. She lets his boxers fall and pool around his ankles. He kicks them to the corner of the room and focuses his attention back to the girl in front of him.
“You know what to do. Open wide.”
She opens her mouth wide before he thrusts his cock inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. He trusts his hips over and over, watching his cock disappear into her mouth. His hands reach for the back of her head, moving it to meet up with his thrusts.
He pulls out of her mouth and a line of her spit connects the tip of his cock to her tongue.
“Spit all over my cock, slut! You know I like it messy.” He commands her.
She spits all over his cock, watching as it lathers his shaft up and fall off and onto her lap.
“Yes! Just like that, slut.” He groans and shoves his length back inside her mouth. He throws his head back and groans in pleasure.
He pulls her up by her hair, making her wince in pain. He quickly spanks her ass, the cheek turning bright red as it stings from the contact.
“Did I say you could make a sound, slut?”
“Get over here!” he says as he yanks her by the arm and pulls her over to his bed. He sits on the bed and bends her over his lap so her ass was up in the air. He pulls off her thong and throws it to the other side of the room. He gives her a hard spank to her right bottom.
“Are you going to speak when you are not spoken to again?” he says as he gives the other cheek a spank.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he says giving the right cheek a hard spank again.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl,”
He spanks her cheek even harder, her bottom turning bright red, his handprint marked on her cheek. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Mr. Styles. I’ll be a good little whore for you. I promise.”
“You better behave slut,” he says as he runs two fingers up and down her soaking slit. He groans as two of his fingers sink into her hot wet pussy. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of her quickly, stretching the walls of her soaking pussy.
“Mmmmm, you’re dripping my slut. Tell me how bad you want my cock!”
“I want your cock Mr. Styles. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard.” She begged.
He throws her to the bed and reaches into the bedside table. His hands digging inside the draw, she never knows what he is going to pull out of there. He pulls out a set of ropes.
“Just so we don’t have a repeat of last time,” he whispers in her ear as he ties her left wrist to the headboard, “we will put these on.” He takes her right hand and ties it to the other side of the bed.
“And to keep you from moaning,” he says before taking one of his ties and wrapping it around her mouth, his scent tickling her nose. The scent she knew and loved so well.
She is tied to the bed, ass out and faced away from him, not know what he will do next. She feels the bed shift as he kneels behind her, but she has no idea when he is going to attack. Without warning he shoved himself inside of her, her moan blocked by the tie against her mouth. He moves quickly, wasting no time. He thrust in and out of her like nothing, fucking her senseless. Her hands pushing the headboard, making it bang the wall profusely. He smacks her ass yet again, leaving his mark on her. She tightens around him as she feels her orgasm underneath her building and building. She turns around to look him in the eyes, to let him know she is close. She sees his body, covered in sweat, eyebrows furrowed, looking down at his cock sliding into her pussy. He lifts his head to see her eyes, but takes his hand and pushes her head back down.
“Don’t you dare come till I say!” he growls
She tries to hold it in as long as she can, trying as he pounds into her, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. He reaches over her and unties her hands, not even slowing his thrusts down. He pulls her up so her back is against his sweaty chest. He takes one hand and holds her neck, but he doesn’t put and pressure, he just holds it. His hand covers her entire neck. He takes his other hand and starts toying with her clit. She is having a hard time holding in, her climax just waiting to spill out of her.
“Let go baby,” he says giving her permission to release her juices onto to him. She screams as she comes, tightening around his cock, bringing him to his own release. He lets out a loud low groan as his warm liquids spill inside of her. She collapses and her body falls to the bed. He slowly falls to the space next to her. He wraps his arms around her, turning her to face him.
“You were such a good girl today.” He says to her
She blushes and smiles at the thought that she pleased her master.
“It’s ok babe,” he says to her with a warm smile
She takes the one time opportunity to touch him and feel his skin. She runs her hands up and down his body. She finally grabs his curls, so soft and silky in her hands. He gives her a light peck on the lips.
“I’ll take you out today. We will go to Starbucks or something.”
