Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 33

3 Years ago...

"I want you on your knees."

The simple instruction made the heat in between Aubrey's leg throb. Her heart beating floods of heat around her body as her bottom lip quivered a little. The shiver of arousal that waved through her when Harry continued to lock eyes with hers, almost making her completely falter. The seriousness on his face and darkness in his stare forcing her to silently give in to him.

She was so turned on.

So excited to know what he was going to do next.

That she'd do anything he told her to...

So, without any further thought Aubrey pleased Harry greatly when she slowly sank to her knees, her eyes on his the entire time. The room so thick with tension that Aubrey could hardly contain her heavy pants. Her mouth so dry she desperately licked at her lips. Her knees feeling the soft carpet against them once she had reached the floor.

Her pulse racing. Cheeks flushed.

She loved this. Harry could tell.

Because he loved it too.

As soon as Aubrey got down to the floor he felt his cock almost ache with need.

She was such a good girl.

"On all fours..." Harry demanded sternly, his voice rough with power and lust.

Aubrey swallowed, she could already feel her core getting wet when she leaned forward and placed her spread palms on the pale carpet in front of her. Her back arching purposely, pushing her behind up and her full chest outward. Pleasure surging through her when she saw Harry's eyes leave her face in order to linger over her incredible tits and ass. His teeth dragging across his bottom lip as he did, holding back the groan that wanted to crawl its way out of his throat.

The satisfaction of having Aubrey, in all her unbelievably sexy glory, practically begging to be fucked by him in every way possible, was almost too much for Harry to bear.

"Crawl towards me." He instead barked out, eyes fixed on hers as he sat forward in his seat. "Slowly..." he warned.

Just as he had told her to, Aubrey began moving her knees and hands across the living-room floor. Every motion of her body so seductive and poised, she was like a submissive little pet... desperate to attract him.

Desperate for attention.

She was so on edge, so hot, so intoxicated by Harry that every time her thighs brushed together it gave her a little relief from the aching wetness between them. Her stomach coiling and tensing.

She was so fucking excited and Harry hadn't even touched her yet.

He didn't need to.

Just the way he looked at her. Just the way his filthy eyes shamelessy dragged over her half naked body. Just the way he commanded her. Dominated her. That alone was enough to get her off.

"You like this, don't you?" Harry smirked darkly, watching as Aubrey crawled closer and closer to him.

So slowly it was almost torturous.

"Are you wet?"

Aubrey nodded so eagerly it made Harry's smirk widen, his body slumping back in the arm chair as he observed her with hooded eyes. His legs spread wide and arms resting casually on the arms. He looked so cocky and arrogant that Aubrey almost wanted to get up and slap him.

Almost...

But she couldn't.

She didn't want to be in control right now— she wanted to lose it.