You wake up the morning after Harry's little movie night charade, still tired and very frustrated.

Seeing that Harry's still sleep, you decide to get some payback. Knowing how heavy he sleeps, you get out of bed and go into the closet, searching through your box of "fun", and grab the handcuffs.

Creeping back to the bed, you grab one of Harry's splayed out arms and cuff his wrist, then put the chain behind the metal bar, bringing the other cuff to his other wrist.

You look down, hoping he hasn't woken up yet, and you're relieved to see he's still sound asleep.

'Great,' you think, 'Cause I know just the way to wake him up'.

Kneeling beside him, you whisper in his ear, "My parents are here.", and watch as he immediately opens his eyes, and tries to sit up. You let out a loud laugh at his reaction, knowing he panics every time you mentioned your parents. You can't help but giggle even more when he notices his restraints.

He looks at you with shock at first, the look quickly turning into one of warning. "What do you think you're doing love?"

"I'm getting this thing called payback. You remember last night, don't you?", you say while straddling his lap.

You lean in, your lips almost touching his, "How you teased me, then used my throat for your own pleasure, only to leave me, wet and begging? You remember that, right?", you grind your centre onto his, watching as he tries not to let your words and actions affect him.

When he doesn't respond, you move your hand to his throat, squeezing slightly, "I asked you a question."

Although it was rare for you to take charge, whenever you did Harry didn't have much of a problem relinquishing control, but he liked to make you work for it a bit.

"Yes I remember." He says through gritted teeth.

Harry was the type to like to be kind of forced into the submissive role, than to submit willingly.

"Good. I want to make sure you know the reason behind your punishment." You smile, removing your hand from his throat and patting his cheek softly.

You move to straddle his thigh, and he scoffs, "Punishment? What're you gonna do? Ride me then not let me cum? Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but I'll be fine."

And you can't help but smile at his efforts to rile you up. You knew what he was saying was true, it took a lot more to break him than it did you, but you knew his weakness.

"I know that, which is why that's not what I'm doing." You say, watching as his face scrunches up in confusion, "I'm, going to ride this gorgeous thigh of yours and you're, gonna sit there and watch.", you finish with a peck on his lips. His face drops at your reveal, but you shush him before he can say anything, "If I hear any complaints I will gag you."

That was his weakness. Even the thought of someone or something else being the source of your pleasure, without him helping, made him mad. You always thought it was sweet, but now it was going to be used for his torture.

You had changed into one of Harry's shirts last night, having practically drenched your sleep shorts. Harry loved you in his clothes, although you were tall and the shirts barely covered your ass, it was still his favorite thing to see you in.

You hike up the shirt, giving him a glimpse of where your centre meets his thigh, and you slowly move your hips against it.

Your mouth drops open at the stimulation, your need to cum from last night coming back quickly.

You make sure to put a show on for Harry, your eyes closed in pleasure, and your head thrown back. You feel his thigh tense, increasing the feeling, making you speed up. The slickness between your legs makes the glide easier, and you let out a moan. "Feels so good."

You put your hands on his chest, using it to support yourself and you open your eyes to a very frustrated, and horny, Harry.

"Kiss me.", you ask of him, feeling your high get closer and closer as your grind your hips a bit faster.

He leans forward without a thought, connecting your lips. He usually uses his hands to cradle your face, and you can hear his frustration as he struggles against his restraints. You break apart from him when you reach your high, letting out broken whimpers against his lips, your hands having moved from his chest to his hair.

You let your forehead rest against his, trying to regain your breath.

When you lean back and it seems you're going to get up, Harry is quick with his pleads, "Darling please, I need you."

"And I needed you, last night. Past tense, which means it trumps what you need now. So what makes you think I should help you?" You say, your hand palming his now hard cock through his boxers.

Knowing he's going to have to make a hard bargain, Harry tries his best to answer you with the way your hand is working his dick right now, "I'm so so sorry- for yesterday, I won't do it again, I swear. Baby, please."

You can't help but smile to yourself at the fact that you've finally broken him down, and you go to press the release valve on the cuffs, his hands immediately grabbing your head, pulling you down for a kiss.

You're on top of his lap and he whimpers at the feeling of your wet heat on his cock, the only thing blocking him is his restricting briefs. He's frantic when you lift up slightly to push his boxers down enough to get his cock out, trying not to disconnect your lips from his.

You position his tip right below your pussy, looking at Harry before sinking right on to him. His hands immediately come to your waist, needing to hold onto something.

You don't give him immediate satisfaction, just a little rolling of your hips, "So pathetic. Letting me use your thigh, then begging for me to fuck you.", you snarl and Harry lets out a faint moan, his eyes rolling back in his head when you snap your hips faster.

You place your hand on his neck again and say, "Tell me how good I feel.", before starting to bounce on his cock.

Harry whimpers at the pressure around his throat, trying to respond to you, "So- so good. So fuckin' wet. God, darling I'm already so close."

You tsk at him, "You don't cum until I do, baby boy, so if I were you- I'd get to work.", you half say, half moan when Harry moves his hips and he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

One of his hands travels from your hip to your clit, rubbing it in circles, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Already sensitive from your last orgasm, you're being pushed into another one.

"Fuck fuck fuck, don't stop! I'm gonna cum" You say, making Harry fuck up into you, his thrusts becoming uneven as your high hits you.

You let out a loud moan, your body becoming limp as Harry wraps his arms around you, his hips continuing to thrust up into you, chasing his high.

"Baby- baby I'm gonna cum. Can I? Can I, please? I can't hold back much longer." He whimpers into the crook of your neck.

You barely have the energy to lift your head to tell him he can, his moans filling your ears at your command. "Holy shit.", he practically whines when he pulls you down completely on his cock and you can feel the thick ropes of cum fill your walls.

The two of you stay embraced in each other for awhile before you grin at him and say, "We should do that more often."

Harry quickly goes to disagree, "No, we shouldn't. That was hell for me. Watching you get off on my thigh and not being able to help at all.", he says slightly pouting.

You give him a quick kiss before saying, "I know, that's why I wanna do it more often.", with a smirk and Harry laughs.

"I did enjoy it though, love how mean you got."

"Good to know."

"C'mon you gotta get up, we're all dirty.", Harry says trying to remove you from his softening cock.

You feel your combined juices slip outta you, so you lift your hips up, laying on the bed, waiting for Harry to come back with a towel.

"You know you could've just used that shirt to wipe yourself up." Harry says as he walks back with a towel, giggling at your weird sitting position.

"Absolutely not. I would not use my favorite shirt of yours as a cum rag." You say with a playful glare.

The moment is oddly intimate, as Harry uses the rag to softly wipe your folds, then carrying you to the shower, where the two of you bathe each other.

After the bath, you get in bed and try to find something to fall asleep to. Harry, dumbly allowing you to choose, groans when you pick Thor:Ragnarok for the fiftieth time.

"It's not a bad movie but we always watch it." He complains, "Plus, you just like Loki. It makes me jealous.", he says with a fake pout.

"That's not true, I watch it for the plot, and Chris Hemsworths' muscles." You add, causing him to laugh and pinch your side.