"Do you think it's cute acting like a slut in public?" Harry demands, anger coursing through his veins as he looks down at YN, tied up and dripping in the centre of his bed.
"No, daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," she responds, trying her best to squirm in the restraints, looking for some type of relief to her throbbing pussy.
"You didn't mean to sit on my lap and grind against me in a room full of people?" he grits out, leaning down to smack her pussy. Her jaw drops at the feeling, and when she doesn't answer, he repeats the action. "I asked you a fucking question," he spits, doing it again.
"No, no sir. I won't do it again," she cries, tears welling in her eyes as he does it again.
"I think you did," he hums thoughtfully, tracing his fingers around her pussy as he gives her a slight break. "You know what I think? I think you were jealous,"
"Fuck," YN cries out as Harry lands yet another sharp smack onto her sensitive pussy. She tries to move away from the biting pain, but he's having one of that, slapping her once more.
"Did it make you mad when you saw her flirting with me? Even though you know I only want you and your pussy?" he questions.
"Please, just make me cum," she grits out weakly, the pain almost too much, but that's just how she likes it.
"I asked you a question," he reminds her, watching her close her eyes.
"Yes, okay. I was jealous. Now can you please stop? I'll be a good girl, I promise," she responds, but he knows it's insincere. If she truly wanted to stop, she'd say the safeword.
"Shut the fuck up. You asked for this," he tells her darkly, watching her squirm in discomfort. A broken whine leaves her lips, prompting him to laugh at how pathetic she is. He decides to let her know.
"You're so fuckin' pathetic," he murmurs, ignoring her cries as he slaps her repeatedly, watching her twitch and shake at the feeling. With each landed hit, his hand gets wetter and wetter, making him shake his head. "You're such a slut. Are you getting off on this?" he groans, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. "Does it turn you on when I hit you like this?"
"Yes," she cries, squirming as he slaps her once more.
"Yes, who?" he demands.
"Yes, daddy. I like when you hurt me," she manages to say, gasps falling from her lips. He stops hitting her, gingerly rubbing on her sensitive clit. It's such a stark contrast to what he was just doing that it makes her tear up, her legs shaking at the gentle touch.
"I think that might've been enough," he says, more to himself than to her. Looking up at her, he speaks again. "How about I finally let you cum, hm?" he questions, smiling when she cries out a 'yes'. He hums, sliding two fingers into her dripping hole and listening to her broken sobs the moment he grazes her g-spot.
