No Guilt

Chapter 4.

Devon.

I guess I'm sick, but I wanted to ride Harry blind. Whenever I tell Isabella about my sex life she looks at me like I'm not human. Sure I like to be degraded, branded, I have too many kinks to name, okay? It's not my fault, I've been like this since I was a teenager and fuck me if I dare say Harry is the only person that has ever satisfied me. We're both like two magnets stuck together, unable to ever leave. Quite an analogy considering magnets soon lose their magnetism and get less attached.

Was I for seeing the fucking future?

He was my drug and I assumed I was his, he always tells me I'm the only person he's ever let into his life. I question that sometimes, if he calls, not telling me anything about his past and life in London "letting me in" then what the fuck is closed off Harry like?

I don't stress it though, it's hard for me to talk about my family too. Having parents that are multi billionaires is fun and shit but not when they're leaving you on Christmas five years straight to spend it with colleagues in Aspen. My whole life I knew they didn't love me as much as they lived each other, that's why I'll never have kids with the person I love. Because if I'm anything like my parents I won't know how to balance it and give more love to him then my own fucking child, but thank god for birth control.

I felt Harry's shirt tighten around my face.
"Fucking hell Harry, you're gonna have to guide me idiot," I say aggressively horny.

"You're the one that wanted to "ride me blind," he mocks me. I place my hands to his shoulders lifting my self up and grabbing his cock by my hand and meeting it with my core, grazing over my clit he and I both moan.

I waste no fucking time and I throw myself down; the feeling I felt when he was finally in me was indescribable. The position of being top is the most euphoric shit ever. It's like a mini orgasm with every thrust. I never want it to end.

"Let me brand you," Harry basically moans.

"Only if you let me tell you everything I hate about you," I propose. Didn't I say degrading was my favorite thing. He nods his head in agreement and I feel his hand hit my ass. It wasn't the bad pain, it was the pain that made me want him to continue.

"I hate that you just stopped," talking about the spanking, I don't know who told him to stop but if I don't feel his rings on my skin again I swear to god I'll finish myself.

But then instead of spanking me, he grabs my throat and chokes me. "How's this for stopping cumslut."

Oh fuck. Hearing those words mixed with the choking just made me clench around his dick and it wouldn't be long before I was cumming.

"I hate that you're so fucking anti-social," I speak, he tightens his grip around my throat. I know that made him mad.

I've always been a sociable and loving person and Harry not wanting anything to do with anyone weighs that down. I could never invite anyone over and he hates parties, ironic since we met at a party.

His dick twitches in me and I feel his bulging veins tracing of me.

"Are you gonna cum, daddy." I pick my head up to where I'm guessing his face is, he has nothing to say but staggering breaths and loud moans. The effect I have on him is astronomical. He takes him other free hand and pinches my nipple, I wince.

After a few quiet seconds, "I hate that you didn't tell me why you yelled at me for calling you Harold," he paused his moving and breaths, then spanked my ass like I've never been spanked before. I don't know what I was expecting with my comment but it was surely not this. I didn't even know why I said it.

He takes me off his lap, unlatching our bodies and rips off my blindfold. Right when I was going to cum, fuck my life.

"Fuck Harry you're hurting me," I cry as he's dragging me by my hair towards the bedroom. He doesn't care.

He throws me on the bed, naked and sensitive. Goes to our drawer that we know too well and grabs the handcuffs and lube. Oh fuck, this is punishment.

"Harry wait what the fuck," I'm always ready to do anything he wants to do to me but he's scaring me. His eyebrows are furrowed, evil spreads throughout his face and he isn't speaking.

That is until, "This is what's gonna happen Devon..." he puts emphasis on my name, "...you're gonna shut that pretty little mouth of yours that always filled with my cum while I fuck you from the back and cum into your ass baby, then you're gonna be so sensitive and unable to walk for the next three days. You'll wish you didn't unleash this side of me. I've been too nice."

I gaped at him, I wanted him to give me all of his evil. I needed it. I turn my back to him and crawl up the bed, arms up and ready to be handcuffed to the bed but he doesn't do that, instead he cuffs my feet. My fucking feet. He pulls me back by my hair then slams my face into the mattress.

"Ahh fuck," he moans applying the lube while entering my ass. Anal has always been something I swore I'd never participate in but when it comes to Harry...

I'll let him do unspeakable things to me.

I moan into the mattress with my arms elbowed besides me, keeping me up. "Harry fucking shit, harder."

He slammed into me now and I couldn't help but wince at the pain of his thick cock being in me. "Dev you're too tight holy shit, I'll be cumming in 5 seconds."

"Harder Harry, I said Harder."

That's when he tugged on my hair pulling me to his face, bodies still connected and entered my mouth. How the fuck if he slamming into me from the back at the same time we're making out. This man is magic.

I feel his tongue in mine and we just pause the movements of our mouth, wanting to savor the taste of each other's saliva. All
while longing the sex, I could stay in this position forever.

I feel myself cumming and I know he does too because he gasps through deep breaths, "I feel you clenching so hard around me whore."

I test my luck, "It would happen a lot sooner if you were going faster, but your form is boring."

That's when he thrusts into me with full power, "Cum when I say so."

A couple more thrusts and I think I'll be dead.

But then he says, "Cum." I can't explain the relief I felt when he said that one word. Both our orgasms hit at the same time, I felt him fill up my insides and it was so warm, I felt so at peace. No one tells you the best part about orgasming is the after shock, the feeling of complete fulfillment. You feel so at peace and one with your body. Fuck it's sends you into you're own personal heaven.

When I thought I finished cumming, it kept going.

"I just made you squirt, pretty boring form right?" He made me squirt. I've never ever squirted, only once but it was still with Harry and on MY birthday. Is this like a birthday tradition? He makes me squirt? I won't complain.

"I have to get you mad more often, Happy Birthday baby," I look at him with a smirk.

He gets up to get the keys for the handcuff and releases my ankles. I get up and hug my knees, rubbing my hands over my ankles to soothe marks over them. He pulls himself back off the bed and gets a towel.

"Let's clean you up lover," he whispers as he moves it down my inner thighs, cleaning our mixed cum off me. He reaches to my core to wipe off the remaining cum and I tense, he makes me so sensitive. I definitely can't walk for the next three days, Harry Styles: a man of his words.

"I have to pee," I shrug, too lazy to get up. I walk towards our bathroom with paintings that Harry insisted on having in here. As I pee I get lost in the art, I never really noticed it till now. The artwork are all cohesive, seeming like the same story line, it's all seeking good.

I wonder why he went through all the trouble paying millions for it just to put it in our bathroom, a place where we have shower sex.