RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝟗*

Harry's POV.

I was so damn glad to be home. Work had sucked all fucking day long, and I was looking forward to just spending time with Alana. I informed Nick how Alana was having some family issues which has caused her to stop working all of sudden and is pretty upset still but will be back once she is stable enough.

Even though Alana told me if I want I can let Uncle Nick know what actually is happening but I decided to not tell him, it's not my business to go and tell people about her personal life, so I decided to keep it vague with him.

Of course, I didn't have to convince him too much. He loves Alana. So, he let this slide but wants Alana as soon as possible back to work.

Tonight, Alana is going to tell us everything and I am really proud of her for doing that.

I have been gone for more than 7 hours now and was hoping for Alana to be nervous about tonight.

However...

When the door opened, and I caught sight of the girlfriend, all my thoughts were shot to hell.. but in a good way.

Alana stood in the center of the foyer, wearing a corset and stockings, with heels that set off her long, sexy legs to their best effect. Her short, wavy brunette hair fell enticingly over her shoulder and the look on her face told me I wasn't going to be taking it easy right away.

"Hi, baby," she purred. She began walking toward me, her sexy shoes making her hips sway in the most erotic fashion. Though it was only a handful of feet between us, the shoes made her have to take smaller steps, so it took a good long while for her to reach me. By the time she sensually pressed her beautiful body against mine, my cock was already hard and ready for whatever Alana had in mind.

When she felt my hard-on, a smile slowly broadened her lips, and she reached between our bodies, her hand rubbing my stiff bulge.

I was astonished.

A million things to say blazed through my head, but all that escaped my lips was a low, incredulous moan.

There was one other thing I was shocked about: Alana's aggressiveness. She was normally pretty submissive in the bedroom, letting me do what I wanted, knowing one of my prime desires is to make her feel good.

Whenever she did try taking control I switch back I just can't stay long in a submissive way but I like this. Even though I don't think I have much of a submissive streak, this new Alana turned me on. A lot.

"My baby's all hard," she whispered into my ear. "Does he want to use that big, thick cock on me?"

I managed another wordless moan.

I then remembered a conversation we'd had a while back when we were new to the BDSM, where I wondered idly what it would be like if she took the lead in bed. She had no problem with telling me what to do or correcting me when we were cleaning the house or something like that, so I knew she had it in her.

We were supposed to do more experiments but unfortunately, she had to go and now she is initiating once again.

I liked it so far. Then again, what man isn't going to get turned on when the woman he loves most in the world comes at him dressed in the sexiest outfit possible, with an equally erotic attitude?

With her heels on, Alana could almost look me in the eye, though not quite. Still, having her that much closer to my height simply made her seem that much more imposing, and it enhanced whatever effect she was working for. All-in-all, I'd do whatever she wanted, especially if she was willing to make herself look this sexy for me.