His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 34

Thea Parker

My breath hitched when Harry got out of the car and walked over to my side. By the angry expression on his face I could tell that he was livid with my behavior. I whimpered in pain when Harry grabbed my arm harshly and dragged me out the door.

"Shut the hell up!" His teeth clenched.

Never have I seen Harry be this demanding and dominating, it was hot.

We walk up to a familiar porch making my face scrunch up in question and confusion.

"W-What are we doing h-here?" I slur.

Harry chuckles,"It seems like you don't know how to follow directions." Suddenly a hand landed on my ass, making me yelp.

"Get inside," He unlocks the door and throws it open,"And meet me in the room with your ass in the air and body facing the headboard."

I nod quickly before sprinting in the house and towards my room which I haven't been in months.

Once I entered my eyes scanned the abandoned room, all the details still looked the same such as the frames on the wall and the contents on the dresser. If I didn't know anybody my landlord would think I'd he dead if Harry wouldn't have pulled a few strings and made a cover up. Remembering the commands given I strip out of my dress only leaving me in my lace underwear. I get on the bed and grab ahold of the headboard with my ass up.

A few minutes later I hear the sound of footsteps enter the room.

"Looks like the whore can do what she's told, hm?" I bite my lip and nod.

But I guess that wasn't the response Harry was looking for because the next thing I know my head was yanked back.

"Answer me when I ask you a question whore!"

"Y-Yes Daddy."

"Good girl." He let's go of my hair making me sigh in relief.

"Don't think I'm done with you just yet baby, you've been a very naughty girl lately."

I whimper, "I'm sorry daddy."

"You will be."

Before I could question him he gripped my neck and pinned it against the headboard.

"Why must you test me Thea?!" Harry yelled, not even caring who heard him or not.

Now don't get me wrong, I love dominant Harry but to be honest with you he's kinda was scary when pissed off.

"What was the reason for this, hm? And it better be a fucking good one." He was referring to my ludicrous actions that I displayed tonight.

"I-I missed you Harry-

He pinches my neck when I called him by his real name.

In a instant I correct myself.

"Daddy, I wanted your attention." After what felt like hours he released my neck which I believe will be sore in the morning.

"So your idea of gaining my attention is getting completely wasted and disrespecting me?" His tone was low but yet firm.

"I'm s-sorry!" I apologize, my clit now throbbing.

"Where are your knives? I didn't seem them on the counter nor in the block when I came in."

"They're in the drawer."

"Go get me one."

My eyes widen in fear and confusion at his odd request but I didn't want to make him even more mad so I got off the bed and made my way into the kitchen, legs wobbling from the tension moments ago. When I returned he snatched the knife from my hand and pulled me against his chest.