Devil In Disguise [H.S]

Leather & Lace

TW: Brief reference to SA

CW: Sexual Content, Extreme kinks. Please be mature.

My boyfriend just won a fucking grammy.

I stare back at myself in the mirror, torturing my sweet Harry out there who's waiting for me. Probably sitting on our bed waiting like an eager puppy dog for a treat.

I know he's hopped up on all the adrenaline from his performance and his win tonight. Harry Styles, fucking Grammy award winner.

I'm so proud of him.

Tonight is Harry's night. Ever since Harry and I started our sexual portion of our relationship, I've always been the dominant one. Giving up control is something that I have had an issue with for years.

Harry knows about my past experiences with "sex", they weren't exactly consensual. Ever since they happened, my walls came up, and when I finally started having sex again, I never let the man be in control.

Harry understood that, we conversed about mine and his boundaries and we compromised that we would work on it. He's used certain situations to his advantage, to try and break through, but I've always ended up back in control.

But tonight, he deserves it all. And I'm finally ready to give him what he deserves.

Control. Dominance.

I wasn't really sure how to be submissive anymore. And of course I've dressed up for Harry before, but this is probably the most light and doll like lingerie I've ever worn.

It's a simple lace set, just a push up bra and thong. But I picked it up in the store because of the color- a baby blue that I knew he would love. The thong and the cups of the bra have a flower detailing in the lace, only noticeable if you look closely. But I guess that's what this little outfit is for, the show.

Cause tonight he was in leather, and now I'm in lace.

I take one more calming breath before walking out into the bedroom for the first time. And the sight that greets me is enough to make my lungs stop doing their job.

Harry laying in the bed, stripped to nothing. Hand stroking himself at a slow, almost lazy pace. He doesn't notice me yet, his eyes being closed.

But when he opens them is when I see his chest heave just a little harder, and his hand stop his lazy pleasure on himself.

"Holy shit" he can't believe his eyes. He has no idea what's coming tonight.

I walk over to him, trying my best to keep up this confident facade. The truth is, I am scared shitless for this. I am fully ready to go this direction with him but the nerves are still beating down on me like a brick.

"What's all this for baby?" And when I don't answer him, he tries again. "Hm? Who did you put on this pretty little outfit for? For me?" He asks.

"All for you." I swear I don't know where it came from. I've not been submissive in years but the way he's looking at me makes me want to shrink to my knees just to please him.

"Come here." When he says it, I don't fight. I walk the rest of the way to the bed, but that's not good enough for him and he pulls me completely on top of him.

"What the hell happened to you in that bathroom, Lana?" I shake my head at his question. "I want you to be in control tonight, Harry. Take whatever you want, I'm all yours."

The look on his face is one that I wish I could snap a picture of and frame for all of eternity. Absolute desire dripping from his green irises, pupils expanded so wide that his eyes were almost black.