full throttle || h.s. ||

thirty-four || ms. james *

the song for this chapter is "I Can't Stop," by Flux Pavillion :)

here's a lil video I made
to set the ~vibes~ for this chapter hehe

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Harry

   You know, most people with the barrel of a gun pointed right between their eyes would be fearful, not aroused.

   But, I think you should all know by now that I am not most people.

   I didn't love the idea of giving up control, but I was curious to see where this was going, and so, I raised my hands in front of me in surrender and walked over to the same chair that Finley had just been in, taking a seat, and spreading my legs apart, looking up at her expectantly.

   "Good boy," she muttered, flipping around the same words I had used on her and redirecting them towards me in a manner of trying to show me just how in charge she was right now.

   Her heels tapping against the hardwood floor seemed ten times louder than the music playing over the speakers downstairs, my focus seeming to hone in on her and only her as she walked up to me.

   Her legs moved to straddle my lap as she lowered herself down onto my regrettably covered groin.

   "You hate being told what to do, don't you?" She marveled.

   "Well aren't you Ms. Observant," I chuckled, my hands reaching forward to grip at her hips, but they screeched to a halt when she suddenly moved the barrel of the gun so that it was pressed firmly underneath my chin, causing my head to tilt back slightly.

   "I don't believe I told you to move," she mused. I clenched my hands together tightly by my sides, letting out a slow and irritating breath as I lowered them away from her tempting skin.

   "I have a few rules myself, Styles. And I expect you to follow them," she continued on, keeping the gun pressed under my chin, but using her free hand to reach for my belt, fiddling with the clasp until she unhinged it, grabbing the metal belt buckle and jerking it harshly, tugging the belt free from the loops.

   "And what might those rules be, Ms. James?" I asked, my voice becoming strained as her small fingers began to pull down the zipper to my pants, my hands practically shaking by my sides as I wanted nothing more than to grab at her hips that were shifting around above me.

   "You don't move until I say so," she shrugged, causing my gaze to snap up from her hips and to stare wildly at her eyes.

   "The fuck did you just say?" I chuckled, wanting to believe that I hadn't heard her correctly.

   "You heard me," she assured me, pressing up a little bit and grabbing the hem of my pants, tugging them down off my body so that my briefs were visible, my already hardened dick becoming more prominent with each second of anticipation that passed.

   I sucked in a sharp breath of air as she lowered herself back down and began to grind her hips back and forth over the thin fabric separating her from me.

   "I think you need to learn a little more about patience, Harry. You can't do everything in life full throttle," she chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at her extremely timely use of my nickname.