Sit With Me

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"Sit with me a mo'," Harry invites. Splays his legs in overture.

There's an episode of the Handmaid's Tale on the television. It's one they watched last weekend. Probably for a reason.

"Like, between?" she chews on her bottom lip. He  trails a palm over a jean clad thigh.

"No," his legs clasp together like an afterthought, "Take your sweats off. Panties, too."

Y/N blinks, a pink flush spilling over her cheeks. Dips her fingertips below her waist band.

"Keep your shirt on," Harry adds, almost absent-mindedly. His eyes stay on the TV as she shimmies out of the attire in bemusement. He pats his lap, "Now sit. Put your legs on either side of mine."

She edges toward him, reaching behind as she situates. Steadies herself with a grasp on the back of the couch. Outside, there's siren that wails, loud in the silence. He broadens his legs, forcing hers apart. And Y/N stifles a gasp when his palms come up to fondle her breasts.

"What are you doing?"

"Quiet now. Daddy's watching," Harry scolds before he fingers the hem of her tee and flips it up to expose her chest. Tugs at her nipples.

"Fuck," Y/N hums, a heat rushing to her pussy. She squeals when a harsh pinch is delivered.

"Did I not tell you to be quiet? Do I have to gag you?"

She can vaguely hear Serena Joy screaming something at Offred through the speaker.

"Sorry," she hisses, hips shifting when he rolls the little pebbles between his fingertips, "Do it...harder."

She can make out the smug twitch of his lips in her peripherals before the caress becomes more earnest, nails denting crescents into her flesh.

"Touch me, please," she begs. There's something about having herself so exposed to the air, spread open by him. Christ. It's as if her lower body's been dipped into a sex cauldron.

"I am touching you," he huffs in mirth. Presses his lips against her neck.

"No, touch my..."

"I think I'll play with your nipples for an episode," He ruminates aloud, "Then, maybe I'll pull the recliner out. have you straddle my lap so your little pussy's in front of me. Just spread it open with my fingers. Take a look to make sure everything's okay down there."

She can practically hear the teasing leer at the latter statement, "My little girl's been so horny lately. Wanna make sure nothing's off."

She lets out a high whine that results in the nails digging harder. Incessantly squeezing. Unforgiving and insatiable. The pressure's like a chase, and she's riding the edge for it.

"Please. Do it to my...my clit."

"Your clit? Maybe next episode. Maybe then I'll pinch your clit a little, or run my thumb over it real light when a commercial comes on," Harry describes, hushed, mouthing at the shell of her ear hotly, "Do that 'til you're begging me to go just a little longer, just a little faster, just enough for you to cum. I'll say no. Slow down even more. Or maybe I'll just keep playing with your nipples next episode, too."

The illustration of his plans leave her breathless.

"What do you think? Maybe I'll alternate, focus on your nipples during the next episode and give you featherlight touches during commercials. Your nipples would get so sore. How many minutes is that?" There's a pause, Offred shouts something back. He pinches harder. "An hour and a half, at least. This one's just started. You'd be begging to cum and for me to stop playing with them. Or maybe my dirty little girl would get off on the pain. You'd want me to push you to the brink of tears before you cum all over my hand."

She cranes her neck back, paints the back of her eyelids with fireworks of rapture. Smothers a moan with her lips. One hand stops, slinks around to cup her face in hungry aggression.

"But maybe you won't get to cum at all. Just sit there with your tight, little pussy out, crying for me to let you," he whispers, scarily calculated. Grips tightly over her jaw, "Or maybe you'll cum, and then I'll flip you over and eat you out, focus on your clit right where it'll hurt until you cum again. You'll be so sensitive, probably try to push me away. But I'll keep going, hold your hands down until you finish. And then again, from my cock stretching you open."

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