50 Shades Of Him (Narry)

Chapter 19

I watched standing in my boxers while Harry pulled out god knows what from his drawers. They were filled with more toys than I knew about. He pulled out two cuffs with chains hanging low from them. He set them on top of the drawer and I wrapped my arms around myself. Harry looked over his shoulder at me and raised an eyebrow. "Don't cover yourself" He turned giving me his full attention. He takes a large step towards me and unwraps my arms resting them at my sides. "You have nothing to hide...Especially not from me" He slides his fingers down my bare side and my eyes close. Under his touch I am at peace. He pulls me down the small step taking me over to something. Something I've never seen before.

"What is this...." I nearly pant

"It's used to hold you up, instead of my holding you up while fucking you" His vulgar words stir in my stomach and I feel my toes curl into the wood underneath me. He steps away from me and grabs the handcuffs with chains from the dresser. He clips two of them onto the bar on the very top of the suspension bar. The handcuffs hand from the chains and I know what's happening. "Now off with those pesky boxers" He mutters and dare I say it he sounds playful. I slide my boxers down and step out of them and Harry grabs my hand tugging me to him. Completely naked in front of him I do feel shy but my stomach burns. "Arms over your head"

I nod and slowly lift my arms and Harry puts the cuffs around my wrists. My toes are tipped onto the floor and Harry looks over at me with his lip between his teeth. His lip nearly distracts me from the point at hand. He steps towards me and I see that he still has the small leather whip in his hands. He tilts his head to the side sliding the leather point sliding it down my chest. The leather is warm against my skin and I nearly convulse there. He walks around me sliding the leather across my skin and I tilt my head back, wishing that I could see him. I feel a sharp sting from the leather against my behind and I hum in appreciation.

This sweet agonizing torture is seductively sweet and makes me crave his touch so much more. The leather glides along my skin for another short period of time. Before I know Harry is standing in front of my. His eyes dark and jaw hardened. I do my best to keep my eyes open to take in his appearance. This is dominant Harry. This is who he really is. He runs his tongue over his lips wetting them and steps closer to me. He's so close, and yet he's found a way not to touch me. That is torture in itself.

He finally grips my legs lifting them, wrapping them around his waist. He's still wearing his jeans and I can tell that they're starting to become a nuisance. He lets go of my legs and steps back from me sliding his jeans down his legs. He grabs a condom from his jeans pocket and rips it open with his teeth. My nails dig into the cuffs wrapped around my wrist. This man is a sight for sore eyes...Naked or not. He notices my staring eyes and smirks. "Eyes up Mr. Horan" I move my eyes up to him and he steps towards me yet again. He leans in and I expect his lips to brush against mine but instead they brush against the center of my throat.

My head tilts back as his skillful mouth works over the skin of my neck and I yelp slightly feeling Harry grab hold of my legs again. He wraps them around himself and in seconds he's inside me. My nails dig into the cuffs yet again as I let out a strangled moan. His hips move against mine and I let my head fall further back letting his mouth trail where it pleased. His rough movements make me jolt up with every thrust.

I'm so lost in this room. With him. He's taken me to a place of immense feeling..and I never want it to stop. I let out a gasp feeling Harry brush against my prostrate. "Harry..." I moan out.

"Louder..." He grunts.

"Harry" I moan yet again this time a lot louder than I had once planned. I can feel his smirk against my skin and if we weren't in such a spent state I would roll my eyes at him. I tug on the cuffs chained the bar wanting them off now. I want to touch him, so badly but I know that I can't. I can feel that feeling building up in my stomach and I whimper. I don't want this to be over but I know that I won't be able to last much longer. All to soon my stomach twists in a familiar knot and I throw my head back moaning out Harry's name as I find my release.