50 Shades Of Him (Narry)

Chapter 15

After I sent my email to Harry, he didn't reply. I slowly shut my computer and set it down on the side table. Maybe my joke went a little to far. I want to email, or even call him saying that I'm sorry but I decide that laundry would be better than that. I step out of my room and grab the basket that was placed in the middle of the hall. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and prepare to go down to the basement to get all of this laundry done. So that my mind won't be on Mr. Styles and my idiotic email. 

I slowly push my door open holding the basket of clothes under my arm. I focused on the music playing in my ears and I walked back to my room. I set the basket down near the window starting to seperate them. As I turned around to put a few of my things away I noticed Harry standing in my doorway. Two glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands. His eyes are dark, and his jaw hardened. 

I slowly move my hand pulling out my earbud. "Harry what are-" 

"It was nice knowing me?" He takes a step towards me and I want to step back. I don't though. His close proximity has caused my body to heat and I don't want to lose it. He sets the glasses and bottle down on the side table and once again gives me his attention. "It was nice knowing me" He repeats. I open my mouth to explain that it was simply a joke but his words cut me off yet again. "Why don't I show you just how nice it was knowing me" He grips my waist and tosses me down on the bed roughly. He undoes his tie and slips it from around his neck. He grabs my wrists and slowly ties the tie around my wrist to the headboard above my head.

I look up at him and he moves to the bottom of the bed yanking my jeans down from my waist. I can't tell if it's anger or lust flowing through him but it's obvious what he came here for. He grips my boxers ripping them off my body. He flips me over onto my stomach and I feel his hand slap against the skin of my behind. I gasp slightly pulling at my restraints. He rolls me onto my back once again, and slowly slides my shirt up my chest and stops once it is covering my eyes. I can no longer see him and that's torture in itself. I hear the sound of liquid being poured and I quickly rethink what hhis inentions were. 

"Are you thirsty Mr. Horan?" He can't be serious? As hot and frustrating as this is I find myself nodding. The bed shifts and I feel his thin lips brushing against mine. His mouth slides between mine and he slowly fills my mouth with cool white wine. My nails dig into his tie and I groan. This is hotter than I thought it would be. His body moves away from mine and I can't help but let out a small whimper.

The bed dips and Harry leans down releasing more liquid into my awaiting mouth. I hear the sound of ice hitting the glasses and I wish that I could see something. Harry's mouth connects with my neck and I feel ice touch my skin causing me to yelp. His hands rest on my waist keeping me in place while he continues his slow and cool torture.

Harry moved his mouth from my neck slowly towards my throat. Despite the ice being dragged against my skin I was burning. Burning in lust and desire. Harry slides down my body dragging the ice with him and he slowly places the ice cube in my navel. I let out a small gasp hoping for some form of release.

The bed moves yet again but this time I hear a fool packet being ripped. Finally. I bite down on my lip and a groan falls from Harry's lips which fills me in a way I didn't think possible. I do that to him. I feel Harry shift between my legs parting them with his own. Within a split second he is inside of me and I moan softly. I tug on my restraints wishing they would magically come undone. Harry's hips move forcefully against mine making the bed shake slightly. There was a clear difference between the last time Harry and I slept together this time. His thrusts more forceful, and rough but still enough to make my body tremble in ecstasy. I couldn't control my moans as Harry's hips pushed himself deeper inside me. Harry's groans, and grunts were enough to send me over the edge. His body pressed against mine the further and faster he pushed himself making my body go limp.