The Vault |H.S|

Daddy (dom!h) *

"No, puppy. Hands to yourself."

That sentence is what has Y/N all moony eyed and floaty, her heart racing as she looks at him beside her, clad in his tight fitted Gucci suit at the business dinner while she runs her hands over his thighs under the table, needing to feel closer to him.

She knows she shouldn't tease, it's what gets her in trouble the most, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to be punished tonight, she's feeling bratty and brave — and Harry knows this.

"Just wanna hold your hand." Is all she says back, trying to grab his hand under the table as he shoots her a look, side eying her as she fumbles around for his hand that's on his lap under the table.

"That's all your getting, be patient."

But patience is something she doesn't have.

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"Told ya to be patient, didnt I? Stupid little puppy, so dumb." He degrades her, the pair finally at home as he lays her across his lap, only in her underwear and bra as he sends harsh slaps to her ass.

"Made Daddy so hard by touching on me, but you liked that huh? Liked knowing my cock was aching for you as we sat in public. Fuckin' dirty puppy." He groans, watching as she whimpers with another slap to her red ass, indents of his rings marking the skin.

"S-sorry Daddy! Want to be good!" She moans out, her underwear pooling with arousal at the sensation of Harry slapping her ass hard, the coolness of his rings against her burning skin making her roll her eyes back in ecstasy.

"Good? You think what you did was being good? Hmm, I don't think so puppy. Daddy's going to punish you until your crying, maybe I'll even make myself feel good while you watch, come all over that body while you whimper for me."

His words are like an erotic novel that Y/N just loves to hear, the way his voice drops lower and lower as he turns himself on with his own words have her wriggling around in need as she lays over his lap, hands behind her back and tied up with the tie he once wore.

"Let Daddy play with his puppy, good girl."