#kidnapper!harry

Harry had gotten spooked pretty badly when you were recognized at the restaurant and then when you both saw your face on the news on your birthday. He knew you would just tell anyone who questioned you that you were with him willingly. But that didn’t make him feel a whole lot better about it. He didn’t like the questions or the prying. You two had been in your little bubble in his house for long enough that you’d both gotten used to the way things were.

But he couldn’t keep you trapped inside forever.

Well, actually he could if he wanted. He had all the means to do it and he had your complicity. Your loyalty.

And in many ways that all appealed to him. Locking you inside and never letting you out again after that disaster of a dinner outing and knowing your face had been on the news and people were looking for you.

Making you happy, though, was also important to him. You’d proven your devotion to him. You weren’t going anywhere. You had many chances to break free and run away during the random days when he was not in the house for hours at a time. You were allowed in the backyard and could even simply unlock the front door and walk away. But you were always there waiting for him when he returned.

Which was why he wanted to show you his gratitude.

It was time to take you on a vacation. To a place somewhere you could both be out in the open and where no one would recognize you.

He’d researched places and vacation types. States with pretty mountains and cabin retreats. Beaches in California and Florida.

“What do you like better? Going to the beach? Or like a big city? Mountains?”

You looked up from the book you were reading. You had her legs draped over Harry’s thighs as you rested on the couch after dinner. He had been intently looking at something on his phone.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean for vacation. You and me. I was thinking we could go somewhere for a week. What do you like best for a vacation?” Harry reworded.

You put your book down and slid your legs off Harry, sitting up straight as youx` faced him, “You want to take me on a vacation?”

“Of course, I do. Think it would be good for us both.”

The idea of going on a vacation with Harry worried you a little. You definitely would have enjoyed laying on a beach somewhere with him and eating seafood under a palapa but you were worried about being spotted. About Harry getting upset or nervous. Honestly, you worried more about him than you did yourself, which was crazy when you thought about that with a rational mind.

“Um… I would love to go to a beach. See the ocean. But how can we do that?”

Harry knew you couldn’t fly anywhere. He was certain the moment you got to the airport and checked in your name would be flagged in the system and the police would be called. He considered getting you a fake ID and passport but the vacation idea had been spontaneous and he didn’t have that much time to put something together like that.

“We’d take a road trip. Rent a small beach house or something.”

“A road trip. To a beach somewhere. Okay. I like the sound of that.”

.           .           .

Between you and Harry, you both found a beautiful small beach in Northern California and picked a one-bedroom beach house on Airbnb, not right on the beach, but across the street and up a path. It was an eight-hour drive away, but it would be fun, and you two planned on stopping at the small diners and antique shops along the way.

You had it all mapped out. The spots you’d stop at if you had time, the route that took you to a mom-and-pop hamburger spot that had glowing reviews, a nearby small-town museum you could pop into, and a lake with hiking trails to stretch your legs.

When you arrived in Cloverdale the first stop was the hamburger dive. It was cute. You both stretched as you climbed out of the vehicle and Harry looked so… young… unbothered. You hadn’t seen him look like this ever. Perhaps it was the fact that he could be out with you and not have to worry at all. That he wasn’t keeping you in his house as his captive. It was as if something had been lifted. He’d been unburdened.

You slid your hand into his and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his chin, “I’m hungry. How about you?”

The burgers were good but the tater tots were the star of the meal. Both you and Harry agreed. You got a vanilla milkshake with strawberry topping stirred in and Harry got an iced coffee.

You skipped the museum but decided on a quick peek at the park with the lake and the trails.

It felt nice to be on your feet and walking around outside. The town was beautiful and the little park hidden at the center was cute and maybe even nicer than the photos you’d seen online.

The last few hours to the beach house were peaceful. The traffic was nearly nonexistent. You could feel the last bits of stress and anxiety fall away and Harry’s sudden demeanor lightened even more.

The house was cute. It was in a small neighborhood with a handful of other small houses. A trail at the end of the road led you down to the beach and the ocean could be seen from the living room window.

But before you could really get into vacation mode it was necessary to get some groceries. The house had all the basics already. Coffee, salt, oil, water, and even a bottle of wine from one of the nearby vineyards, courtesy of the host.

The small shop up the road had everything you needed. You perused the wines while Harry loaded the basket with food you two might want during your week. You’d planned on going out to eat as well, but much of your time would be spent lounging on the beach and sleeping in, according to Harry.

“That’s my favorite one. It’s a good price too,” you heard a voice from behind you as you were looking down at a bottle of a red blend. You turned to find a young man looking over your shoulder.

You lifted the bottle up, “Really? Well, then I guess I’ll add this to the basket,” you said with a smile as you placed it in your small cart.

“Lots of good wineries around here. We’re pretty proud of the grapes that come from this area. You new here or just passing through?”

“Oh, just sort of passing through. Staying for a week just a few blocks away. Small beach vacation.”

“Interesting. Not many people choose this town for a beach vacation. What made you choose it?”

“Um… well it just seemed so quant and nice. Plus all the vineyards nearby and trails.”

“You’ll be around for a week? Where are you staying?”

You shot your gaze toward Harry who was already looking at you from the other side of the small shop with an unreadable expression, “Yeah. A week. Just got in today. And, uh, me and my boyfriend are staying not too far from here. Rented an Airbnb close to the beach.”

The young man’s brows raised, “Ahh… I wasn’t sure if he was a boyfriend or uncle…” he laughed quietly. You frowned.

Harry was a bit older than you but you didn’t imagine he looked like an uncle. And you were already losing your patience with the guy. He hadn’t done anything wrong but you weren’t used to small talk with strangers anymore. The guy was grating.

Suddenly Harry’s warm hand was on your shoulder as he pulled you into himself. His other arm reached around your frame and held it out to the young man, “I’m Harry, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. You are?”

The guy grinned and reached out to grasp Harry’s hand in a shake that seemed far too aggressive and you weren’t sure if the jostle of the shake came from Harry’s end or the other’s.

“Chris. Nice to meet you both,” his hand fell back down to his side as Harry brought his other palm up to your arm, holding you a bit possessively, “I was just sharing with Y/n here about the great wineries we’ve got nearby. Some of the best wine in the world comes from this region.”

“Is that so? We’ll be sure to enjoy some of the best wines during our stay here then. But, we do have to be going so… It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Harry pulled you away and guided you to the register to buy everything. You hadn’t experienced Harry being jealous before. You’d never had the opportunity. And you weren’t sure that that was what that was just now but you also weren’t dumb. You knew Harry was very possessive of you.

On the car ride back you picked a radio station and pulled a bottle of wine from the bag, “Can’t wait to crack this one open. Says it’s reminiscent of strawberries straight off the vine,” you read from the label.

Harry smiled at you and nodded, “Yeah that does sound good. We can drink it on the beach if you want. I’m ready to get my toes in the sand.”

So that’s just what you did. You put your bathing suits on and stuffed a bag with towels and the bottle of wine before walking up the trail to the lovely sandy beach and finding a spot to toss your towels and uncork the bottle.

The sun was already beginning to set and the wind had picked up but it was still nice and balmy. The backdrop of the waves crashing and birds soaring above, the smell of the ocean, and a few stragglers walking in the distance felt very much like you were living in a romantic movie.

Harry handed you the bottle of wine and you laughed, realizing you both forgot cups or glasses but also just tossing aside concern for that small detail. You brought the bottle up to your lips and took a drink of the red blend, which turned out, your pallet was not quite sensitive enough to pick up a single strawberry-from-the-vine note the label boasted.

You looked back down at the bottle as you gulped the red liquid down your throat and pointed at the label, “Tastes nothing like strawberry. But it’s good.” You smiled as you handed the bottle to Harry who mimicked you in putting the bottle to his lips to take a drink.

He laughed as he brought the bottle down and shook his head, “It’s like those wine tasters who put in notes of pencil shaving and charred almonds. I never taste those sorts of things. Just tastes like…” you both grinned and said the word “wine!” in unison as you laughed.

Despite the lack of strawberry flavor the bottle of wine, Harry’s company, and the sand under your toes felt incredible.

Harry pulled you into his chest so you were sitting between his legs and had your back against him. The whole scene was romantic. You were outside on the beach with a bottle of wine in your lover’s arms as you watched the sunset slowly until the sky was pink and purple and orange on the horizon.

Harry nipped at your neck and sighed making you giggle and pull away but he held you tight and laughed into your neck, “So, Chris was awfully friendly. What did he say to you before I got there?”

You rolled your eyes but kept the grin on your face, “He was just talking about the vineyards and the wine. Recommended this one,” you said as you tapped the empty bottle, “Asked why we chose this spot for vacation. That was it really.”

“So he’s nosey. And he has questionable taste in wine.”

You snickered and shook your head to turn and look at him, “Were you jealous?”

Harry squinted his eyes at you and licked his lips before looking out toward the ocean, “Of course not.”

You leaned back into him and smiled. He definitely was.

.           .           .

When you walked back to the little house up the trail Harry kept hold of your hand. You hadn’t had many moments with him away from his house. Having him holding your hand and keeping you steady as you stepped carefully over the small rocks and the sand along the dark trail made you feel like you did when you were a kid. It was fun and the darkness was exciting. But it also gave you a sense of safety with his hand wrapped around yours as he led you carefully through the path. But there was also the fact that you’d had half a bottle of wine.

“I’m already having so much fun, Harry,” you said as you entered the house and Harry sat the bag down next to the door.

Harry smirked and locked the door, grabbing your hips and pulling you in, his wine-stained mouth connected to yours in haste. You hadn’t expected it at all. He had been quiet the whole way back, which wasn’t out of the norm for him. Harry wasn’t much of a talker, you did well to fill in the silence with your near-constant rambling. But still, you hadn’t thought he’d be all over you the moment you stepped into the door.

“Let’s go test out that bed,” he spoke quietly and turned you around to walk you toward the bedroom.

Now, the thing was that your sex drive was high. For Harry it was. You were sure that no one else could make you feel the way he did. Obviously, you were a virgin before you met him but he was so good at what he did and the way he made you feel, the way you’d get wet for him in an instant, just the way he trained you, you were usually begging him for his come every night. He liked to act as if he was aloof or didn’t need it because he loved to watch you squirm, hear you beg…

But tonight was different. He wanted you and he was being quite handsy suddenly. Needy even, you’d say. He was already hard in his shorts when he put you on the bed and pulled your bathing suit off.

He gave you little preamble before pasting his lips to your cunt and bringing you to your first orgasm for the night. He made it messy and noisy too. His moans vibrated off your body and sounded through the room as he fed from your pussy. His fingers and hand were drenched and he wiped his face through your folds until he was coated in your arousal from the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his chin. You were breathless and shivering as you called his name.

And you had no time to recover before he was wrecking your insides with his long cock. The bed rocked under his thrusts and his dirty words were whispered into the room, “My pussy, my girl… no one gets to have this. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You gasped and nodded, unable to form words when your lungs were searching for air from the way he pounded into you, punching into your guts and rendering you a breathy mess under him.

“S’right. My little girl. All these holes are mine to come inside.”

You weren’t in the head space to think about what he was saying. You just knew that yes, you were his. Your holes were his.

But Harry was making a point. He knew he didn’t need to but his jealousy and possessiveness got the best of him when he thought about the way Chris tried talking to you. And he saw the way the guy looked at you. Harry wasn’t dumb. He knows the look.

“Tell me pup,” Harry spoke his words in gasps as he moved in and out of your beautifully tight and warm pussy, “Who do you belong to?”

Your words came out in punched breaths, “You! Harry! I… only you!”

The way Harry was dipping in deep and fast felt so yummy. You loved how he felt when he was connected to you. You imagined that his cock inside of you was like some kind of Lego piece to your little Lego piece. As odd as that sounded – it made sense in your brain. Every time he was inside of you the pieces fit together so nicely and made something even better than they were before. Something bigger. Something complete.

“Fuck, pup! You’re so good. So fucking sweet and you’re all mine. Gonna breed you, baby. Want my babies, pup?”

Harry had been hinting a bit lately. More often than not lately. You didn’t know if it was a heat of the moment kind of thing or if he really wanted to knock you up. But you would happily be a mother to his children if he wanted. And while he was railing you deep with his big cock making you braindead you especially loved that idea.

“Yeah… uhghhh! Yes! Fuck!!” His pounding didn’t let up and the bed underneath only got louder as the springs danced under your back. The thud of Harry’s heavy balls to your skin was wet and you could feel them pressing into you each time he bottomed out.

“M’gonna make you a mommy. Fuck my come into your womb and no one can have you when they see you pregnant with my babies.”

You panted and felt sweat at your temple. Harry’s words were tight and grunted as he spoke between heavy thrusts.

“It’s so deep! Harry!!” It was deep. It felt especially sharp and achy with the way he was punishing your pussy with his cock. But you could handle it. You’d handled him going in harder many times.

Every plunge and smack of skin, the squeak of the mattress, and panted words and gasps only got louder as Harry neared his end. His moans were beautiful. You loved making him feel good like this. Loved when he came inside of you and orgasmed because your pussy felt so good. Because he loved you so much.

“Better feel your pussy squeezing around me again, pup. Come on, baby. Fucking come all over me,” Harry clenched his jaw as he spoke, holding himself back. He wanted one more from you. Selfishly he liked knowing he could make you come over and over again so you knew how good he could take care of you in the way no one else could. And also because he loved how you felt when your pussy spasmed around his cock as he came, the way you milked him and his balls drained into his cock and poured into your body as you shivered and pulsed around his throbbing dick.

Your ears began to ring as you started to come again. Harry’s thick tip was continuously poking into your little spot on the inside that made your toes curl and that did you in. The stretch and the deep thrusts into your soft aching little part on the inside had you shaking and shouting his name in orgasm.

Harry saw stars as he finally allowed himself to drain into you, fucking himself in as deep as possible so his come would stick and get in deep, his wide crown pushing it up into your guts. Your slick, hot walls wrung his cock out like a rag, making all of her sperm drip into you with each pulse and contraction from your little muscle. He was rendered silent as he felt himself being siphoned by you. His mouth hung open and he trembled over you, his arms barely holding himself up, his thighs quivering… he hadn’t realized he’d been so on edge. He was responding to your pussy the way you responded to his cock.

And of course, the rest of the night was sweet and soft. Harry helped you clean up and doted on you. You both lay together on the couch and watched TV as you faced Harry so you could watch him. You loved looking at him and rubbing your hands over his tattooed chest and upward to the scruff on his neck and face. You kissed his nipples and sighed to yourself about how lucky you felt as you fell asleep in his arms.

The next few days were all spent in the dizzying heat on the sand and splashing around in the ocean a little. The waves were strong so you didn’t go in too deep, at Harry’s urging, “Don’t want you to get hurt, pup. Stay close to the shallow parts.”

You visited a vineyard attached to a winery and bought a case of wine that you both loved to bring back home with you. And every night the sex was filled with lots of dirty talk of getting you knocked up and making you a mommy.

But last night, Harry had gone easy on you. He didn’t pound into you or make you sore all over like he often did. No spankings or hair pulling. He fucked you sweet and slow and kept his cock stuffed inside of you until he’d long softened in order to make it stick. Make the come stay inside and get you where he wanted you.

So that meant that today you were feeling extra spicy. A soft fucking sometimes meant you turned into a bit of a brat afterward or the following day. There was something in you that needed the brutal fuckings in order to keep you subdued.

You were on the towel and pulled your bikini top off as you laid flat on your tummy so you could get a tan on your back but Harry swatted your bottom as he hovered over you possessively, “What the fuck are you doing, pup? Want everyone to see your tits?”

You giggled and looked up at the man, “Just needed a nice tan. Don’t worry. You’re the only one that gets to see the front, Harry. Don’t be so boring.”

Harry scoffed. He was anything but boring and you knew it. But he knew the game you were playing.

He looked around and the beach was mostly empty. There were some people in the distance but no one would see what he was about to do.

“Boring?” He said as he yanked you up by your arm, your tits out. He pulled you into his lap and draped you across his thighs as he pulled your bikini bottoms down just enough that he could spank you hard.

You grinned as you yelped at each of his rough smacks and felt your backside burn from the sensitive skin of your bottom getting a beating. You kicked your legs and turned to look at Harry, “Hey! I don’t deser-“Your back talk was cut short when he issued you another spanking.

“You deserve exactly what I give you,” another strike to the exposed flesh of your ass, “Went too soft last night and now you’re acting like a little terror.”

You put your face into the crook of your arm as Harry continued punishing you right there on the beach with your tits bare against the towel, small granules of sand covering your damp skin.

When he felt you were finally somewhat mellowed he lifted you up and handed you your bikini top.

“Put this back on right now or we’re going back to the house.”

As if that were a punishment for you. He’d only gotten you even more worked up with the spankings and now your nipples were hard and your pussy was wet. You bit your lip and gave him a look of challenge but you put your bikini top on. Your ass couldn’t handle another swat. You were sure of it.

But now the problem was you couldn’t sit on your bottom at all over the towel and the small bits of sand were irritating your rear.

“I’ve got to go get into the water for just a bit. Come with me.” You stood up and gave Harry your sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Harry shook his head, “Gonna stay right here. You go on. But don’t go in too deep.”

As you walked away Harry became very aware of how red your ass and your thighs were. Your bikini bottoms covered the most severe markings but the parts that were exposed were very obviously red and spanked. He rolled his eyes, hoping no one saw what he had.

Once you got into the ocean and let the cool water soothe your bottom you turned to look back at Harry and waved at him and then stuck your tongue out. You didn’t know why you’d done it. You were just in a mood. You needed him to obliterate you since it was your last full day. Something about being on vacation and being in public with him really did something to you. Made you feel naughty and liberated all at once. You were having a really good time on your little getaway. It was just what you both had needed.

“Water’s great today!” You heard a familiar voice and turned your head to see Chris.

“It really is! The waves aren’t too crazy either. Haven’t really been able to get in too deep.”

Chris walked into the water toward you with a grin on his face, “Oh no? Are you not used to swimming in the ocean? There’s a technique you know.”

You shook your head, “No. Haven’t swum much in the ocean. The waves are so strong that they pull me under,” you laughed as you lowered your bottom half down to let the water submerge up to your rib cage.

“I could teach you. It’s not too difficult. Just some basic rules for when the waves are coming at you. It’ll make you safer in the water too.”

“Oh… well. Okay!” You looked out to where Harry was and realized he was lying flat on his back. He hadn’t even noticed that Chris was talking to you. You smiled to yourself just knowing that when he realized you were out here with him he’d probably come out into the water with you finally.

Chris gave you an example as a small wave came ashore jumping into it as it neared and explained how the timing was important. He held your hand to help you jump into the waves so you got the feel for how you should be moving into the water.

“Okay, now let’s do it a little more in the shallow so the waves feel stronger. You’ll see.”

You followed him closer toward the shore and you could feel the waves more intensely.

Suddenly Chris’s chattering stopped, “Are you… okay? Did you get dragged on your butt in the sand from the waves?” He seemed genuinely worried about the state of your bottom.

You laughed and nodded. Actually, that was a great excuse. You kind of wanted to tell him that your lover had just spanked you for being a brat but you were sure Harry would hate that, “Yes. Like I said. I am not a strong swimmer so I got taken down in the water to the sand on my butt.” You laughed.

Chris squinted and you realized he was inspecting your bottom a bit too closely when suddenly you heard Harry, both of you turning to see the tall man with broad shoulders stomping his way toward you. Uh oh.

“Let’s go. We need to get some lunch.” Harry fumed.

“Oh, but Chris is just showing me how to swim in the ocean properly. He’s just trying to help me stay safe.”

Harry did not like this one bit. He didn’t like that Chris had been ogling your backside with his red handprints all over, or that he was near you in the ocean at all. And that he was acting as if he was trying to protect you somehow. That was Harry’s job.

“Is he now? And what’s the best way to go about that, Chris?” Harry said as he began to slosh into the water nearing you until he was at your side in the water, “Because from what I just saw you were more so staring at her bottom. Is that how you show her to stay safe?”

Chris’s eyes got wide as he shook his head, “No! Of course not! She told me that she’d gotten taken down by a wave and that her butt hit the sand. I was just concerned because that’s really a lot,” he cleared his throat keeping his eyes on Harry.

“Your concern is noted. Now,” he looked back down at you, putting his hands at your shoulders and leading you out of the water, “Let’s get going before the waves take you down again, pup.”

You smiled and waved at Chris, “Bye! Thank you so much for trying to help keep me safe,” twisting the proverbial knife in just a bit more. You knew Harry would be fuming by the time you two got back into the house.

And he was. But fuming might have been an understatement. It was the first time Harry’d had to deal with such a thing with you.

When the door was locked, Harry kept his hands at your shoulders as he spoke into your ear with seething wrath, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why don’t you behave when I fuck you softly? Hmm? You need to be treated like a slutty brat when I fuck you don’t you? Need to be smacked around a little?”

Harry let go of you as he pushed you down to your knees and lowered his swim trunks just enough that his cock was out.

“Suck til I’m hard then I’m gonna treat you like you the way you seem to want.”

You nodded and smirked as you began working on his cock, spitting and licking and sucking all around him. He grew hard in your mouth and hands fast. His length was always a shock to you when you saw it up close. Harry’s dick was big. But that was part of what made you love having him fuck you. You loved being wrecked by him.

When you began to bob over him, spit covering his cock to his base he gathered your hair up and pushed you down on him, holding you in place with both hands, “Mouth needs bruised just like your bottom,” he groaned as he filled your tight throat, causing your eyes to water with your nose brushing into his pelvis.

You grabbed onto his thighs as he began to slowly roll his hips into you. He bit his lip and closed his eyes to just feel you. He didn’t want to give you the pleasure of hearing him moan.

The way he was fucking your mouth wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Though he normally was a bit more vocal you figured it was part of the punishment you knew you deserved. You gurgled and gagged around him as he continued stuffing himself into you and you knew to just take it.

When he pulled out you gasped and swallowed but then leaned forward to put him back in your mouth but he only pulled your hair harder to keep your lips off of him. He pulled you up by your hair and then pushed you against the couch, so you were bent over the arm with your red bottom facing up.

The sudden movements were unexpected but the moment he buried himself into your pussy, splitting you in half you sighed and cooed at him, “Fuck me. God yes!”

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. You were incorrigible. Impossible to correct at times. But fuck if he didn’t love you and the way you took him.

He gave you no mercy as he began railing you deep, the couch being pushed the slightest and banging into the wall, “You don’t get to come. You’re only here to hold my sperm and take your punishment. Maybe then you’ll turn into a good girl.”

His hand held you down by the back of your head into the cushion as he continued bucking into your pussy, reaching deep into your tummy. The delicious sound of wet cunt being fucked and stuffed repeatedly had your head spinning. You could record the sound of yourself getting railed and get off on that alone.

Harry pushed his fingers into your hair to grip harder and put his other hand at your low back to keep you down as you kept arching your back and trying to push yourself onto him harder. You wanted it harder.

Harry finally let out a choked groan as he felt you clench hard and watched his cock fuck into you. He would never grow tired of fucking your little pussy and watching your soft skin turn red from his fingers and spankings. Your face was smushed into the couch but he could see your mouth was wide open and your eyes were shut. He loved that you loved it.

Suddenly he lifted you up by your hair so he could speak filth into your ear, “Little slutty wet hole all f’me. Puppy wants my come and my cock all the fucking time. Isn’t that right?”

You tried nodding but his grip was tight as his chest was pressed into your back, his hips rolling into you in punishing thrusts.

“Gonna come inside of your cunt and over and over again until we leave tomorrow. Teach you a lesson about being needy and slutty. Always soaked for me and begging to be stuffed full,” his words came out in gasps and you could tell he was about to come.

You sighed and licked your lips as you let him use you for his pleasure, happy to take whatever he gave you.

When his grip tightened harshly at your hair and his wet lips licked your ear he moaned and jerked his hips into you, his balls pressed against you tightly as he throbbed and pumped his come into your tummy.

He breathed hard and pulled his other arm around your middle as he held you close to his chest, filling you to the brim with his sperm.

You hissed when his cock reached into you so deep and he kept himself submerged in that achy spot, never letting up pushing into you. It felt as if he was going to tear your pussy in two for a moment.

As he came down, his harsh grip on your hair and around your middle loosened as he lowered you back to the couch and finally pulled himself out.

You lay quietly and sweetly as you caught your breath. You hadn’t come, of course, but you were certainly feeling the flow of endorphins from making Harry come.

And just like always, he tenderly helped you clean up, kissed you, and spoke to you as if you were the best thing he’d ever had, “Took it like a good girl. Such a soft little pussy, but even better is that I get you and your pretty eyes and these beautiful lips. What would I do without you? Huh?”

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry grinned as he smoothed his hands over your naked body, “I know pup. I love you too.”

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Harry tried not to speed home, he didn’t want to chance to get another ticket, but when he pulled into his driveway he stormed into the house with worry in his heart only to find you casually draped on the couch watching something dumb on TV.

“Get up,” Harry growled. His mood was sour and he was angry that you hadn’t answered his call. He had been so worried that you’d run away that he was beside himself, just to see you casually lying in the living room.

You sat up, “Huh?” Your face covered in confusion.

“Off the couch,” Harry stepped toward you and you realized Harry was in a mood. You quickly got up and Harry stood before you, his eyes were dark and his face was set in a scowl. He pointed to the floor, “On your knees in front of me.”

You knew not to question him. Dropping to your knees you kept your eyes focused on him as Harry undid his pants. He kept his eyes on yours and shook his head, “I called. Why didn’t you answer?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you opened your mouth to respond as Harry pulled his cock out of his trousers, “I… didn’t know. Um… Sorry!” Harry grasped your hair and yanked your head back.

“You answer when I call. Understood?” He was fuming. Harry was also relieved that you were just there in his home like a dumb pup. You had no idea the things he’d just gone through internally. The worry he had about you leaving all but dissolved. The only emotion he had left over was anger.

Your eyes were big as you nodded, confusion still on your face.

“Suck,” Harry said. His cock wasn’t quite hard yet but he needed to teach you a lesson somehow. Or maybe he just needed to relieve his nerves. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling but he knew he was still angry.

You grasped his dick and began to use your mouth along the edge of his vein. Keeping your eyes on him, your tongue licked his long shaft from base to tip until he was swollen and heavy in your hand.

“Fucking suck it already,” he said as he pushed your head down to his tip. You opened her mouth and took him in as you were told.

But you had little time to adjust before he pushed you down to his base in one harsh shove. You coughed as Harry began to rock his hips, fucking his cock into your throat. He grunted as he began to go in harder.

You, always the good girl, took what you were given. You squeezed your eyes closed as your tears began to pour out onto your face. You gasped for air each time Harry pulled back just before slamming himself back in. He kept a tight grip on your hair as he relieved his anxiety with your mouth and the back of your throat.

Your gurgles and gags were sounds Harry loved. His long cock pushed down into your throat was being squeezed at the tip each time you swallowed and coughed and Harry groaned.

When he was just on the verge of coming you could feel it as he trembled and doubled down on the speed. You braced yourself by holding onto his thighs as he fucked into your mouth.

Harry watched you with tears on your cheeks and drool dripping down onto your t-shirt and he lost it. He held you down over him, stuffing your nose into the coarse hairs at his base, and came down your throat, choking you with all of his warm come.

The moment he felt relief in his bones from his orgasm he yanked you off of him and released your hair. You fell backward, gasping and chest heaving for air. You steadied yourself with your palms, pushing yourself back up just as Harry grasped your ankles and pulled you to him, and then he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, heading toward the bedroom.

“H… Harry! What? Please!” You didn’t understand what was going on or why he was so upset. Your tears from gagging turned into tears from upset as you were being manhandled by the man you loved.

He tossed you onto the bed and pulled your shorts and t-shirt off without a word before smacking your thigh as you tried scooting away from him, “Nuh, uh. Sit still.”

You watched as Harry pulled his own shirt off and then he spread your thighs to get a good look at your pussy. You were not wet yet. Not like you’d usually be after giving him a blow job. But Harry would change that. He could tell you were trying to resist a bit but he’d have you dripping soon.

“Didn’t answer the phone when I called. Was worried about you,” he said as he spread your labia and thumbed at your clitoris.

“I didn’t know! I promise! Harry…” but he smacked your pussy and pushed you deeper into the bed as he tucked himself in between your legs and spit over your cunt, “Shut up, “ he growled.

He spread his spit over you, making his fingers slip a little easier around your pussy and over your clit. He spit again, a bigger glob this time, and then pushed his middle finger into your entrance and you hissed at the sudden intrusion, trying to close your legs.

Harry smacked your inner thigh, before holding you down with his free hand, “I said. Sit. Fucking. Still.”

He began to plunge his finger in and out, scraping his finger into your soft core and he could feel you getting wet, your own lubrication wetting his finger eventually. Your tight muscle had not been ready for him to push into, but it was only one finger, Harry thought to himself. He was going easy on you.

“I got a ticket today. For speeding. And then I called you and you ignored me. I needed to hear your voice, but instead, I got a voicemail. Were you just watching TV the whole time, Y/n?”

Harry continued pumping into you and he felt you loosen up little by little. You nodded, “Yes. I would have answered if I’d known. I’m sorry,” you spoke as you kept her eyes on Harry.

“I don’t know. I’m starting to doubt you. Had me very worried,” Harry pulled his finger out and it was wet and shiny. You were ready for another finger. He pushed two fingers in, past your little muscle, and thrusted, feeling you squeeze his fingers tightly, but you were slick and slowly opening up for him.

“Please don’t doubt me! I’m here. Ahh!” You threw her head back when Harry dropped his mouth to your clit and licked. He didn’t suck on it. He planned on keeping his tongue flat over your clit and licking it slowly, moving his tongue over it and around it as he fucked you with his fingers slowly.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Harry demanded.

You watched him lick and smooth his tongue all around your sensitive nub and your stomach clenched in need. You needed a bit more if you were going to come. Harry was great at cunnilingus but he needed to wrap his lips around your clit, slurp it and suck it a little, and apply more pressure, but instead, he was softy licking over and around you in a way that would work you up but might not be enough to make you orgasm.

Your chest was rising and falling. It did feel good. His mouth felt great. His fingers were feeling great inside of you as well, but once again, he was pumping into you too slowly.

You didn’t dare tell him to change a thing. You just watched him as your cheeks were blushed and red, and your heart was pounding.

Your little moans were soft and when you bucked into his face Harry removed his fingers and his mouth and flipped you to your tummy. He smacked your bottom. Repeated strikes to your bum that made your bottom burn and sting under his big palm. You buried her face into the comforter and yelped at each smack. You jumped when he issued his final spanking.

He adjusted you so that her legs were spread and he lifted your hips, putting his mouth back to your cunt. He applied light pressure with his mouth and his tongue once again.

He was doing this on purpose, you realized. It slowly dawned on you that Harry had been worried that you didn’t love him or had left him. He called and you didn’t answer and that put him in a strange mood. You would do anything to let him know you were not planning on leaving him.

So you steadied yourself and just let him do as he pleased. Feeling his lips and his tongue and his fingers on you. It was a slow build. Something that ached and you wanted to whine and beg him for more but you sighed and just let yourself feel it. You were going to be so good for him that he would never again worry about your intentions.

Harry slowly brought you to the edge, softly with his lips. You began to quiver and your thighs were working to hold yourself still for him. He sat up and looked at the mess between your legs and smiled, “Do you want to come, pup?”

You nodded and turned to look back at the man, “Yes, but only if you want me to.”

This pleased him. You saw the smile on his face and the way his eyes softened suddenly.

During the tortuous edging Harry gave you, he grew hard again. He’d put you out of your misery while allowing himself another orgasm inside of your cunt this time.

Harry leaned over your back and kissed your shoulder blade and trailed his lips to your neck slowly, “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he pressed his front over your back as his lips spoke into your ear, “and I’ll allow you to come with me.”

You could feel his big cock sitting over your bottom. He was heavy and hard and ready to penetrate you. You smiled at his words. Happy to give him whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed to make him feel better.

When your back lost contact with his front you felt him prod at your cunt with his tip. You were fully ready and open for him now, but even with how turned on and wet you were, the initial entry through your muscled ring was always a stretch. He pushed into you, the small snap of him getting his crown past your entrance was heard and then he submerged until he was balls deep.

He placed his hands on your hips and began to rock into you slowly. At first. But this wasn’t meant to be sweet and soft and slow. He just needed a moment to lather himself with you, feel your squishy walls contracting around him for a moment before wrecking your insides.

And that’s just what he did. The moment he felt like his cock had opened you up nicely, and his cock was warmed and wetted with you he pulled back to where his frenulum reached your tight entry muscle and plunged in deep with one stroke. He repeated, pulling nearly all the way out to his tip, really feeling the way you squeezed around his sensitive head, before slamming back into you, causing your body to rock forward on each stinging thrust.

Now, Harry was long and thick. So he couldn’t jackhammer into you like one could with an average-sized cock. Harry could go at a decent pace and get you feeling him, but the pulling and the pushing and with his general girth, it wasn’t as easy. But he certainly could move into you fast enough that it punched the air from your lungs at each deep hit. You grunted each time he reached deep inside of you as he pulled back only to fuck into you harder.

The noises coming from the bedroom you shared with him were primal and punishing. It was wet where he impaled you over and over again, the sopping cunt he fucked into took him so well as his hips smacked into your ass in a repeated strike as he poked himself into your tummy so you could really feel him. The gasps and grunts punched from your body when he would grind into you deep just before pulling back only to do it again were guttural and low. You drooled into the blanket below your body. His cock was ravaging your insides. Every time he fucked you like this your body needed some time to readjust itself afterwards; your vaginal walls and organs to return to their original position.

You tried holding off but Harry had gotten you so worked up when he licked and edged you earlier you felt the snap of your orgasm as it unraveled. You cried out and with a harsh squeeze around his cock you spasmed as he fucked into you. He felt your muscles contracting and clenching as you came around him. He was close so he continued to rail into you as fast and hard as was humanly possible given his size, but he was slowed down a bit by your tight grip on him as you came and crumbled before him.

“Don’t know if you deserve my come, pup. What do you think? Want it in your mouth or your cunt?” He clenched his jaw as he spoke. He already knew your answer.

You were barely in any state to respond but you gasped and cried and nodded, mumbling yes, please, inside of me, please, fill me…

Harry knew you loved it when he stuffed you with his cock and his come. You loved when he’d drip from you randomly as you two were doing something mundane. You’d get excited when your panties would suddenly be full of him while you were watching TV. Many times you’d even show him because he liked seeing it too. You’d spread your legs and show him your panties all wet and covered with his sperm at the crotch where he’d suddenly gushed out of you when you made a sudden move.

Just imagining your little pussy dripping with his come he moaned and his orgasm finally poured into you. He pressed his cock deep inside of your body, spurting his orgasm into you wherever it could reach. He pulled back only a bit before pushing back into the hilt as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside of you.

Moments of bliss passed. Harry felt his anger slip away as he had his second release and you were spread, ass in the air before him. His pretty girl.

He gently pulled himself from your weepy pussy and watched as some of his come dripped from you. Harry helped you sit up and he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you into his body, “Please don’t ever leave me.”

You frowned and turned your face feeling your heart swell. Of course, you’d never leave him. You needed him. Maybe more than he needed you. You turned your body toward him and moved your hands over his chest and then pulled him in, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m never leaving you. I need you. I love you. I’m yours.”

Harry drew a bath for you both and as you soaked naked, pressed together in the warm bubbles he kissed your temple and smiled to himself. He was thankful for you. So glad he’d found you and that you wanted him in the same way he wanted you.

“Let’s get a snack and curl up on the couch, how does that sound?” Harry asked as you dried yourself off.

Wearing just Harry’s t-shirt you waited on the couch as Harry came back into the living room with two bowls filled with ice cream. He sat next to you with a grin on his face as he handed you a bowl and you realized it was mint chocolate chip from Pink’s.

Harry’s favorite flavor.

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"You okay, puppy?" Harry smirked. He knew what you wanted.

"Yeah. Just waiting for you to be done so we can, you know..." you chuckled, still feeling embarrassed by saying it.

"So we can do what? What do you want little one?" Harry scooped his last bite into his mouth and watched you squirm.

"So you can fill me up. Like you normally do around this time." You bit your lip and blushed and felt yourself slippery between your legs.

"Want my come inside your pussy? Is that it? So excited for me, aren't you pup? Bet you're all wet and puffy just for me already aren't you? Let's have a look." Harry motioned for you to stand and so you did.

You pushed the chair back and lifted your skirt up so he could see your shiny labia and the insides of your thighs wet with arousal already.

"Fuck. I better take care of my little girl, huh?" Harry began undoing his belt and removing himself from his pants right in his chair. He scooted himself back from the table and patted his thighs, "Hope on puppy. Let's see you ride my cock like you know how."

You scrambled onto his lap and held onto his shoulders and he put his hands at your hips. You moved your skirt to the side so you could watch as you angled yourself onto him, slowly working your way down over him and you let out a soft sigh at the feel of him inside of you.

Harry breathed out heavy through his nose. You felt amazing on him and around him. He dipped down to kiss your neck and marked you. You had an array of bruises over your body and on your neck, in varying stages of healing. You loved being marked by him.

You gripped his shoulder tight and it was hard to find the leverage you needed when your legs were dangling on either side of his thighs. Harry helped you move over him as much as he could. You had him firmly packed inside of you and he assisted in moving you front to back as he fucked upward to get into you deeper. You couldn't move up and down much without the proper leverage but Harry was so hard and he'd be able to come from the way you were squeezing him all around his long cock. You walls were pulsing around him with each push and pull of you over him.

"Want my come, puppy?" Harry spoke quietly into your ear as you were being shifted over his cock.

"Yes! Please..." you begged and looked at him with your rounded eyes.

"I'll give you what you want. But I need your cream all over my cock first. Need you to come." He moved his hand down to your clit rubbing circles over it and began jacking his hips upward into you as your cunt clenched down hard over him.

You nodded at him and a tear fell from your cheek as he was hitting you really deep. It ached in your tummy but you loved him so far inside of you. You wanted to keep him inside of you all the time. In fact, you'd usually beg him to stay inside of you all night long or wake him in the night to cock warm him. He simple adored you and loved that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Your legs were wobbly and swinging at his upward thrusts and the sound of the chair moving lightly under Harry with the wetness he was plunging into was a beautiful noise. You'd gotten the front of his pants all wet.

When he leaned in to kiss you and with his thick fingers circling your clit to combine with the way he was hitting your g-spot inside of your pretty pussy, you finally orgasmed on his long shaft.

You cried out and moaned as Harry continued fucking into you, making your bounce a little as you orgasmed. Harry tried keeping his mouth over yours but when he stared to come, his jaw went slack at the feel of his balls tightening and releasing his sperm inside of you.

He grunted and squeezed your hips hard as he rutted upward and pulled you down over his cock, spilling everything he had inside of you.

When he was starting to soften you kept your arms around his neck, leaning into him fully, he smacked your bottom lightly, "Let's get up baby. Get dinner cleared from the table. M'kay?"

You nodded and pulled your arms from him slowly. You just wanted to be close to him. Stay in his lap with his cock still buried inside of you, but you knew better than to question him. It was always better when you just did what he said.

Harry noticed your sad puppy eyes when you climbed off and then grabbed his plate. He felt like sometimes you wanted more than he could give you, but he would never complain about this discovery.

So he followed you into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you sat the plates into the sink.

He put his mouth to your neck and spoke into your skin, "You're so good for me baby. I love you."

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And he was nervous but he needed to do this with you. He needed to have you with him outside of the house once in a while. You were no longer his captive, but his lover. His partner.

Harry decided to take you to a small Italian restaurant in the next town. It would be less likely you’d run into someone but it was a Friday night and the Italian restaurant was one of the best in all the area. But he was going to do this. He was going to show you off and be with you openly. The public would see you two together and it would be okay.

You wore a little black dress and black kitten heels and curled your hair. Harry wore a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt tucked into it with nice leather shoes. And he looked perfectly put together as always. But he thought you looked absolutely stunning. His girl.

You were anxious when you got into the passenger seat of Harry’s car. It had been such a long time since you’d been able to get in a car. In fact, the last time you were in a vehicle was in the van Harry had taken you in. He’d sold the van not long after capturing you.

When Harry started the car the radio came on and the song was a popular r&b hit. You felt butterflies in your tummy as Harry backed out into the street and left the comfort and safety of the house.

It was nearly a thirty-minute drive away. It wasn’t close to how nervous Harry was feeling if you thought you were anxious. You both went into the little restaurant together. It was busy. Harry had made reservations already so you wouldn’t have to wait.

The table was rather small and was near a window with a candle at the center. In the middle of the room was a pianist tapping away at the ivory, a pretty slow song filled the air.

Harry ordered two glasses of red wine and an appetizer for you to share.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked as he kept his eyes on the menu, trying to figure out what he felt like. He hadn’t been to this restaurant in ages. And he hadn’t been out to eat since he first brought you home. But this was one of those places he loved and he knew you’d love it too.

You hummed and pursed your lips, looking through the options, “I’m not sure. I think some kind of pasta, though. It says here they make everything in-house and a few of these look really good. And dessert!” You said excitedly as you looked up at Harry, “Can we have dessert too?!”

Harry looked up from the menu to you with a smile, “Of course, we can my love. Anything you want.”

You wound up getting the tagliatelle with ragu and Harry ordered the mushroom pappardelle. Everything was going well. The food was great, the ambiance of the place was comforting, the company was the best, and the wine was tasty. Harry kept reaching out to take bites from your plate and you responded in kind.

“Yours is better. Should have gotten the ragu sauce,” Harry said swallowing his mouthful.

You laughed and scooped up a forkful and held it out to him. He leaned in and took a bite and moaned at the taste. You smiled at him.

For dessert, you both shared a slice of the flourless chocolate cake. Before the check could arrive you noticed that a woman was watching you and Harry. You smiled at her and shrugged off the strange feeling you had but when you turned to look at her again she was making her way to the table.

Harry saw it too and he sat up straight when he realized she was headed toward you, “Do you know the woman walking towards us?” Harry spoke in a whisper toward you.

You shook your head and popped your bottom lip out.

The woman cleared her throat and held a hand out to you, “I’m Kathy,”

You looked from Harry to Kathy and put your hand out to shake hers, “I’m Y/n.”

Kathy nodded and leaned down close to you, her perfume taking over your senses, “If you need help just nod and I’ll call the police. We’ll get you away from him.”

You scrunched your brows and looked at the woman in confusion, “What?”

She spoke again, quietly, “I know who you are. You’ve been on the news.”

You swallowed your saliva down and darted your eyes toward Harry in worry, “The news? I think you’re mistaken,” you leaned away from the woman and reached your hand across the table to take Harry’s, “This is my boyfriend.”

Now you were worried. You didn’t want to be taken away from him. What if someone did call the police? What would happen? Even if you told them that you went with Harry willingly, would he still get into trouble? You’d do anything to make sure he didn’t get into trouble. You wouldn’t be able to bear it to be away from him.

The woman stood up and looked over Harry’s figure before looking back to you, “If you insist. But like I said,” and the woman nodded at you with her eyebrows raised.

You blinked and shook your head, “I’m sorry you must have the wrong person.”

The woman sighed and shook her head as she walked away.

“What did she say?” Harry knew what it was about. He knew the woman must have recognized you.

“She said she knew who I was, that she saw me on the news. And… told me to nod if I needed help,” you shook your head.

Harry squeezed your hand and smiled at you just as the waiter returned with the check.

But you were upset and now you were scared that this outing could be your last with him. What if he went to jail? You couldn’t let that happen.

Harry looked at you with soft eyes and smiled, “Hey… it’s okay. You’re doing great. Nothing will come between us. Ever. We’re together. No one will be able to take you away because you’re an adult and you’ve made your owns decisions,” he tried to assure you.

But he wasn’t convinced himself. Yes, you were technically an adult when he kidnapped you and currently, you wanted to stay with him but the way in which he took you was not at all sweet or with your consent. He knew what he’d done was bad. But he got what he wanted and now he would never give it up if he could help it.

You both left the restaurant quickly and got into his car. Harry didn’t wait around to kiss you or soothe you once you were buckled in. He started the car and drove off quickly.

You reached a hand out to him and felt yourself calm down the further away from the restaurant you got.

“I love you, Harry. Thank you for taking me out. For risking it. You’re so important to me. I’d never let anyone think you hurt me in any way. You know that. Right?” You smoothed your hand up his thigh and watched him adjust himself in his seat.

He nodded and you saw the smallest smile quirk up on his mouth, “I know. I love you too. You’re so special to me and I’m lucky you love me. I’m lucky you want to be around me.”

When you arrived home you felt like you just needed to show him how much you appreciated him. To help calm him and to help calm yourself. It was something you started doing a few months back and it surprised Harry the first time you requested it.

Harry could tell you were clingy to him, but he needed that from you. His nerves were calmed a little but having you close was soothing. So he wasn’t surprised when you brought him to the couch, settled onto your knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down.

“You don’t have to…” Harry spoke softly but you shook your head silently and pulled his cock out. He wasn’t hard yet but you’d done it plenty of times just to relax.

He smiled and leaned back as you laid your head in his lap and looked up at him with a smile, “Just need it,” you whispered before turning your face to stuff your mouth with him.

You suckled on his prick, and he slowly got a little harder as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes and felt yourself ease into a soft and calm state. Harry did as well. He smiled and sighed as he closed his eyes and felt your lips on his tip and your mouth sucking him softly. He scratched at your scalp and felt his heart pound in his chest. He really loved you. You knew just what to do to make him feel better.

Eventually, you were lulled off to sleep and Harry could tell when you’d finally fallen asleep because you’d stopped sucking on him. But he stayed put because not only was it soothing to you, but it was also calming for him too. He felt better with you in his lap and in your home away from prying eyes. He’d try again at some point, to take you out. But he was just happy you were his and that you weren’t going anywhere.

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"Hmm... I really like the mint chocolate chip. Which is your favorite?" Harry leaned onto the counter looking down at all the colorful flavors before looking back at you. He knew he was only going to get the mint chocolate chip, but he wanted to hear more of your voice, and have some of your attention while you answered his question.

"I love this one right now," you point your finger down to the pink one with white swirls and hunks of strawberries, "it's the strawberry shortcake, just for Valentine's Day. We didn't get many cases in but it's so good. Do you want to taste?"

Yes, he did. He wanted a taste, but not of the ice cream. Though, he'd take you up on the offer, "Yeah. Sure." He watched as you turned around and picked up a sample spoon from a tray and then turned back to the ice cream case, sliding the glass door over the top and reaching down to dip the little white spoon into the strawberry shortcake ice cream. You lifted the spoon above the case and Harry took the spoon, but not without making sure his fingers brushed against yours.

You smiled widely at the man and watched as he tasted your current favorite flavor. He seemed to like it. His eyes were stuck on your face and you found him to be more attractive by the second. His light green eyes were mesmerizing. And you really liked his deep voice, he sounded like he was from England.

Harry lifted the spoon up to give back to you and you took it to throw it away, "What did you think? Still want the mint chocolate chip?"

Harry watched you turn and toss the spoon into the trash bin. When you faced him again he spoke, "Yeah, I'd still like the mint chocolate chip. But I do like your favorite flavor too," he looked down at your name tag, "Y/n."

You felt yourself heat up when he said your name, "Do you want it in a cone or a cup?"

"A cake cone, just a single dip." Harry watched you work. Putting the stainless steel ice cream dipper under the running water and then plunging it into the ice cream. You plopped the perfect sphere of ice cream over the cake cone and handed him his treat, complete with a paper wrap around the cone.

When he walked to the end of the case you smiled and then turned away from him to help the next customer. Another girl rang him up at the cash register but he kept his eyes on you.

You did glance back over at the handsome man, feeling his eyes on you. He licked his cone when you made eye contact with him and he began walking to the dining room area so he could sit for a while.

He’d planned on going home as soon as he paid for his cone, but after seeing you he knew he needed to take you in a bit longer. He was surprised by his reaction to you.

The hot older man stayed for a bit. You caught his gaze on you and it seemed like he wasn’t even trying to be discreet about watching you.

“He’s like staring at you. Kind of creepy.” Rochelle said to you as you were both making sundaes for a customer.

“It’s not creepy.” You shrugged and turned back to see the man finishing his cone as he stood to toss the napkin into the trash.

“Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean it’s not a little creepy.” She joked as she topped the whipped cream with a maraschino cherry.

You scoffed, “Whatever. He’s just being nice.”

A snort fell from Rochelle, “Nice? He’s eye fucking you, Y/n. He’s a grown man and he’s looking at you like he wants to drag you home with him and lock you away in his basement.”

You rolled your eyes as you handed the customer their sundaes and realized the British man was already gone.

It felt disappointing that he left without even a wink or a dimpled grin in your direction. But you supposed he was probably too old for you anyway.

Little did you know, Harry was planning on coming back to watch you leave work at closing time and follow you home. He didn’t know why he needed to know where you lived or see which car was yours but he did. He was powerless against his sudden compulsion.

Harry couldn’t relax at home. You were all he could think of and if his self-awareness was correct, you liked him too. At least you seemed to like his eyes on you. He couldn’t figure out what it was about you. A high school girl probably, pretty, genuine smile, eager but naive, pretty lips, captivating eyes, sweet voice… easy to manipulate he thought.

Harry had always had certain tendencies. He would get hyper-fixated on someone or something and learn everything possible about them. He’d been violent before, especially when his obsession didn’t fall in line or return his affections.

He’d drugged people and brought them home before. And his fantasy was to keep them. Make them his and have them become completely compliant and submissive to him. But usually by the time the person woke up he’d chicken out and let them leave.

Most people never caught on to his dark intentions. They just thought they’d gotten drunk and slept at his place. Some were suspicious of him, while only a couple called him out and fetched the police.

The police never found anything, and the complaints were dropped. But he couldn’t be so loosey-goosey with how he handled drugging people anymore. Another call to the cops and they’d probably arrest him. Though he was careful, he would only get so many chances before the pattern became the proof.

So, a true kidnapping was not something he’d really gone through with. Not only did he not know how he’d convince his captive to submit to him, but he also didn’t have a place to keep them so that no one would ever know.

Harry immediately began googling when he arrived home. The World Wide Web is a magical place. You really can find out everything you want to know with step-by-step instructions if necessary. Reddit became his Bible. He saved page after page to read for later with ideas on how to do everything. From the long-game plan to the supplies he could use for the task, down to how to soundproof a room and manipulate a person.

He drove back to Pink’s when he knew they’d be closing. He parked far enough away that he wouldn’t get spotted but close enough to get a good look at you as you left the store.

You walked out with a group of your co-workers and you each got into separate cars. Harry kept his headlights off at first when he followed you out of the parking lot. You lived only fifteen minutes from Pink’s. You had a silver, two-door hatchback Hyundai and you kept the windows rolled down as you drove to your home.

It was a nice little neighborhood. Your parents had a ranch-style home with a large yard in the front and a big tree that shaded the whole house. He parked and turned his car off as he watched you get out and walk into the house. He waited for a bit. It was just past midnight. The house you’d entered was dark, which meant your parents were likely sleeping.

Harry got out of his car and looked around to make sure no one had spotted him before he ducked behind your car and made his way around to the back of your house. There was one window that had a light coming through and he knew that must be yours or the bathroom perhaps.

He crept along the exterior of the house and peeked into the window. Curtains were drawn so he couldn’t see inside but based on the curtains and the music he could hear seeping out of the window pane, he knew this must be your bedroom.

He left shortly after, not wanting to be caught. What he had done was risky, but he was only just getting started with you.

Harry often frequented the ice cream shop and he came a lot more often when he realized such a pretty girl worked there.

He subtly flirted with you and would sit and watch while he ate his ice cream. He enjoyed how you’d look back at him and smile shyly. He also loved how you’d perk up when he stepped into the shop and you always insisted on being the one to help him.

Harry took his time with the plan. It needed to be perfect. Full proof. You were young and healthy and you’d certainly put up a good fight if he abducted you in public. He had to work out every last detail perfectly for his plan to work.

The part that took the longest was getting his basement soundproofed and ready for you. He cleared much of the things he had down there out. He didn’t need them anyway. Then, once he had you in his basement he’d work on your bedroom upstairs.

He read up on psychological manipulation and even stories from other people who had been kidnapped or people who had done the kidnapping. He learned all he could and he bought exactly what he needed for the task. He even had to study up on dosing your drug properly for when the time came. He realized the best way to get you into his van was to drug you. He figured you’d trust him enough to let him get close, but it would be unlikely that you’d just jump into his van with him.

The months of planning and creating a space for you were his new obsession. In the back of his mind, he never thought he’d actually go through with it, despite his calculated preparations, it wouldn’t be real until he had you in his basement.

He often would watch you in your bedroom as well. You were a very good girl. Doing your homework, reading, trying on modest outfits in front of your mirror, dancing to music you played on your radio, and talking on your phone. Sometimes you had friends over. Sometimes you brought your boyfriend over. He didn’t know how serious you were with your boyfriend. He didn’t like the guy at all. Harry began to feel very possessive over you. Like he had a claim to you. Because in his mind, you were already his.

He would fantasize about cutting the brake lines in your boyfriend’s car so he’d have an accident. Perhaps die even. Harry didn’t actually want to kill anyone, but he really didn’t like that you had a boyfriend.

Harry also began going to your school and watched you leave at the end of the day. You had a good group of friends. He knew you weren’t part of the popular crowd, though. But you weren’t not popular either. You seemed to make average grades and you had two very close friends, both of which you’d have at your house a few times every week. He found out their names and where they lived as well.

The further Harry got along with his planning the harder it was for him to imagine that it’d actually work in his favor. Could he really go through with it? He’d taken people into his home before but this was different. He never kept them. He had a basement ready to go to keep you in and everything. He had various scenarios ready, backup plans, and even a way to explain himself if he did get caught by the police. Harry was meticulous. He took his time to create the perfect abduction. He wanted you. Not just physically, he wanted you to belong to him. He wanted you to want him back eventually as well. And some days he even just needed to see you to calm the anxiety in his body, and the uncertainty in his mind. Just looking at you, whether you were working at Pink’s or sitting on your bed in your bedroom, made him calmer, made his heart bloom for you. He didn’t know when it would happen, or even if he’d ever go through with it, but he was certain that if he ever had the chance he’d take it and you’d be his alone, once and for all.

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But you shrugged to yourself and ignored him, turning on the faucet to rinse some dishes. You'd do almost anything to get his attention, even if he was being mean.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He got up from the table in haste and it caused the chair he was seated in to fall back to the floor with a crash.

You heard the chair fall to floor. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation of having Harry angry at you. But you were feeling irritated and still upset.

Harry was suddenly behind you, reaching around your frame to turn the faucet off.

He put his hands on your hips and turned you with jostle to face him. When you wouldn’t look at his face he grasped your jaw and made you lift your face, “Fucking look at me!” He growled.

You flitted your eyes up to his and could see how angry he was.

“Now tell me what’s wrong right now.” He loosened his grip on your jaw so you could speak.

You inhaled a deep breath and gulped before speaking, “You’ve ignored me all day and I feel achy because I think I’m about to start my period. But you don’t care about that, do you? Seeing as you were gone all day without even saying goodbye to me when you left.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Now he could understand you being a little pissy and in a bad mood, but you’d been indignant with him since he got home.

“Nahh… you’ve been really rude to me. I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve the way you’ve been acting,” Harry countered.

You shook your head and tried to stand your ground but Harry yanked your arm and led you down the hallway to the door that went to the basement. He turned the knob and you gasped in shock. Was he sending you to the room he kept you for all that time when he first kidnapped you?

“No! Harry! No! Please! No!! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” You we’re hysterical. Tears began pouring from your eyes and you started to shake. Harry could tell this threat was working.

He paused, “Okay. I wont bring you to the basement but I need to make you understand what you did was not okay. What should your punishment be?”

You rounded your eyes and nodded quickly, “Okay! If you spank me and then use you however you want will that be good enough? Please, Harry. I’ll do anything at all, just don’t put me in that room.”

Harry gave you a curt nod, “I better not hear a single complaint come from you or I will send you down to the basement for the night.”

He pulled you to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

You watched him undo his belt slowly and then he looked at you and let his gaze drop down over your body. He couldn’t help it. He found you irresistible and if he’s honest, he actually hadn’t paid that much attention to you all day. You were cute with a high pony tail, a little patterned dress that fit your figure perfectly with bare feet, and perfectly manicured toes to finish it off.

Harry walked toward you and found himself curious to see what you had on underneath. He put his fingers on the hem of your skirt and dragged it upward gently until he was met with your pretty white panties. Your bare thigh looked so delicious he couldn’t help himself when he leaned down as he lifted your thigh and kissed the soft inside of it.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and put your hands on his shoulders. This was all you wanted all day. You felt your stress vanish with Harry’s lips on your skin.

Harry stood up and brought his hands up to your face, “You’ve been naughty and you hurt my feelings. You’re going to get punished now. Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t waste time to obey. Your clothes were a pile on the floor next to your feet in thirty seconds.

Harry pointed to the bed, “Bend over the bed. Face down. Arms behind your back.”

You bent at the waist and leaned over the bed, your cheek on the comforter as you moved your arms behind your back.

Harry grabbed your wrists in one of his palms and without giving you a moment to relax into the way he was holding your wrists you felt the sting of your bottom being smacked with his leather belt. You jumped and bit your lip to keep quiet. He did say he didn’t want any complaints so you figured keeping silent was the best route.

The truth was that Harry didn’t intend on sending you to the basement. He just wanted to shake you up, fair or not, he didn’t like your attitude and he knew what would get you right in line.

Harry continued striking your ass with his belt and he loved watching how your bottom was pink and small welts were left behind where the edges of the leather landed on your skin.

With your hands held behind your back you couldn’t move or wiggle really. The position was uncomfortable along with the spanking you were getting.

When Harry felt you’d had quite enough, he pulled at your wrists, forcing you to stand.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes but Harry would not go easy on you. You’d never acted out the way you did today and Harry wanted to make sure it never happened again.

Harry turned you to face away from him and began securing your wrists with the belt he’d just used on your bottom. The he gently pushed you forward toward the bed again, “Lay over the bed again, like before.”

You scooted up to the bed and leaned down but you fell into the bed since you didn’t have the function of your hands to lower yourself slowly.

You heard Harry removing his trousers and then you felt his hands on your raw, sore bottom. His soft touch moved down toward your slit as he felt around to see how wet you were. You were slick and ready.

Harry would never get over how you were wet just about all the time around him. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers up toward your clit and slid his middle finger into your entrance.

“My little slut, aren’t you? Always wanting my cock even when I’m mean,” Harry spoke as he watched his finger disappear inside your hole, and then as he pulled out how shiny and wet it was.

“Yes, Harry. I’m your little slut. Forever.” You added forever because you knew he liked that. You hoped it softened him up a bit.

Harry spread your cheeks and then spit down over your bum hole. You felt the warm saliva slip down to your pussy. He spat again and then took a finger to press his spit into your ass.

He fingered at your backside a bit and you tried to turn to see his face but you were unable to with the belt at your wrist. You'd had him play with your other hole before and now you wondered if he'd be fucking it too. You kind of hoped he would. You liked his fingers filling your bum up.

Harry's voice was choked as he spoke, "Fuck. I think you're ready for this, puppy. My cock is gonna hurt going in but once you get used to it I think you're gonna like it."

And he was right. It did hurt. When pushed past your entrance the first time it stretched and burned and you couldn't help the yelp that fell from your lips. You tried to stay quiet but his cock was big and you'd never trained for it like he said he would do.

But hearing Harry's deep groan as he pushed in as deep as he could go gave you a smile. He liked it and so you squeezed your eyes closed and gasped as he began to fuck in and out of your hole.

Harry pulled out and then you felt him spit over you again. Then he used his fingers to collect your arousal and he wiped it over you bum, inside your anus and on his cock to get things nice and slick.

When he dipped back into your bum hole this time his cock glided a little easier. It still burned and stretched, though.

Harry began to rock his hips in a steady motion in and out of you and then he brought his palm down over your cheek, a loud crack sounding into the room from the force. You jumped and moaned.

Having him fucking your anus was beginning to feel good. Really good. Your moans grew louder and Harry was gasping and groaning at the feel of you so tight around him.

"This is my new hole to fuck, isn't it, pup? Whenever I please," another swat to your bottom as your ass was getting stuffed made your head spin.

Harry rolled into you deeply, the sound of him smacking into your ass was in rhythm with the squeaking of the bed.

"Tell me your sorry," Harry groaned his words. He was so close to coming it wasn't funny. The view of your little tight hole sucking him in and the way it felt around his cock was too much.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll never be rude to you again. Ow!" You sputtered out your words as Harry began to rail you faster after your apology.

You felt your limbs tingle as Harry spanked you again. Then he wrapped a hand around the front of your torso and grasped onto the front of your neck as he squeezed and brought your upward slightly, his hips never stopping from fucking you.

"That's right. Fucking better be sorry. You wanted to be fucked, this is what you're getting today, pup. I'm gonna fill up your little asshole with my come and then leave you here on the bed to think about what you've done."

True to his word, Harry spurted his warm come into your ass as he came with loud, deep groan into the room. He jutted himself as deep as he could get and you squealed at the way it felt inside of you.

When he finished pouring everything he had inside of you he pulled out and watched as your small hole dripped with his come and down to your pussy. He gave you another spanking and then left you in the room. Closing the door behind him.

Harry had left you leaned over the bed, butt naked, leaking his come out of your ass with his belt secured around your wrists behind your back.

You couldn't get up or move and you didn't get to come, but you made Harry come and that drew a smile over your face as you sighed and closed your eyes in contentment.

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"Okay, baby. Want me to fuck you to sleep? S'that it?" Harry had already begun moving you to lie on your back as he pulled your panties off. He settled himself between your thighs and slid his middle finger into your crease and then added another to spread your labia gently when he felt how puffy and wet you already were.

“Oh, puppy… you must have been so worked up all by yourself while I was asleep. You’re soaked, poor thing. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of my good girl.” He cooed at the state you were in.

You whimpered when he pulled himself out of his joggers and painted his head through your warm and slick folds.

You squeezed your eyes closed when he lined himself up to your hole, desperate to be filled. When he plunged in it was relief. You both moaned as he began working himself in and out little by little.

Harry pressed your left leg down to the mattress flat as he grasped your ankle on your right leg, making you bend your knee and he leaned it down into your chest. You were spread wide for him and he used this angle to get deep inside of you, hoping it would tide you over til later in the morning when you’d normally have sex.

It wasn’t that Harry minded getting woken up to have sex, especially not when it was you, it’s just that your hunger for sex was so high and you two spent a lot of time fucking when Harry did actually have things to do. Like right now. He would lose out on about another hour of sleep. It was catching up to him with his age. But he wasn’t planning on stopping it. He wanted to do anything he could to make you fulfilled so you didn’t go running off on him.

“This what you wanted? A nice big cock to fill you up and reach deep this spot here?” He said as he pressed on your tummy where his cock was poking into.

“Y… yes! Stuffs me and feels so good.” You whimpered and gasped when he fucked a little harder into you, causing his tip to hit deeper.

“My puppy likes getting her pussy stuffed and stretched doesn’t she? Needs it all day and all night,” Harry grunted as he pushed into you, loving how your cunt felt on him, “like now… needed me so bad, had to wake me up in a deep sleep to get some. S’that mean you’re all mine?”

You were being rocked upward at each of his thrusts and you nodded at his words, “I’m all yours, Harry. Forever. I need you. God I need you!” His cock felt so good pushing your walls apart. You did need him too. You’d die if he didn’t want you anymore.

Somehow in your fucked up mind, you’d convinced yourself that he picked you because you were special. Out of all the girls he could have chosen it was you and you loved that idea.

Harry loved hearing you say that you were his. He wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to at this point. He was only more obsessed with you as time went on. Every time he left the house he missed you and worried you would leave. But when you'd wake him up in the middle of night, almost every night, so you could have him, he knew that you weren't going to go anywhere.

Because you were his. Always.

He railed into you deep as you came and and cried out to him, your nails in the flesh at his back. Harry pressed his mouth over yours as he spilled inside of you and sighed when he'd been drained of all his come and all his energy.

He rolled over to his back and you rolled over toward him and put your leg over his hip and nuzzled into his side to keep close.

You loved him. He was yours too, as far as you were concerned. And the more he gave in to what you wanted, you could tell he was giving you special treatment. No one would have him the way you did.

And that was all you could ever want.

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“Gonna lick that pussy clean when you’re done milking me, pup. You deserve it, baby.” Harry was moaning and gasping at the way you were taking him.

You were a natural. So beautiful and so eager. He couldn’t have gotten luckier than he did with you. He was sick and twisted. He knew it. He was aware of what he’d done and how he took advantage of you, manipulated you, but he was in too deep. You wouldn’t be turned away even if he tried now. You wanted Harry as much as he wanted you.

When he started to come down your throat he held the back of your head down over his cock as he pumped into your mouth and moaned. Ecstasy.

When he finally pulled out you sighed and licked your lips happily, “Yum.” You smiled. Your face was wet and cheeks pink from the job you'd just done but it made it you that much cuter.

“Goddamn. I think I love you, pup. Yeah. I do love you. You’re my sweet girl. Forever.”

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