Rich H.S

Part 8

The question was low and slowly delivered, his palm sliding down to the side of your neck before moving to the front and cupping there. His hand was large, his fingers coming up along your jaw as well.

You would've done anything for him when he had his hand around your neck like the most perfectly fitting necklace. The thought of being tied up was something you easily agreed to. You had never done it before but felt like it would've been similar to when he forced you to keep your hands above your head while he bit down your body. Except this time there'd be nowhere to go.

"I'd-I'd like that" you whispered, your voice cracking as you looked up at him.

"Good, 'm glad" he smiled, leaning down to press the softest and unsatisfying kiss on your lips "Fucking wrecked your voice, didn't I sweetheart? We'll have to fix that soon, wanna hear you screaming f'me"

You could barely function after hearing that, only being able to whimper against his lips that were still brushing against yours. Harry loved the sound of that whimper, and he was looking forward to hearing it turn into a scream of his name.

"C'mon"

Harry guided you onto the bed, so you were lying comfortably in the centre with your head against the pillows. You clasped your hands over your stomach and clamped your legs together, shivering when he trailed his finger down your calf before getting off the bed. He muttered something to himself with that signature smirk on his face before getting off the bed and walking into his walk-in robe.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and the wait felt like hours. He returned in what was probably only a few minutes with his shirt, belt and shoes off, his suit pants still on and resting low on his hips due to being unzipped. He was carrying a black box the size of a cereal box and had pushed his hair back from his face.

You assumed the ties, or ropes... or whatever he'd be using to tie you up were in there, but with the size of the box you had this feeling that there was a lot more in there than just rope. He came and sat by your side, setting the box on the other side of him so you couldn't see what was inside.

"Are you okay with a blindfold? Or is that too much?" he asked the question while rummaging through the box, searching for the silk blindfolds and binds.

"That's okay" you replied, completely distracted by the way his muscles contracted as he moved.

He grabbed the black silk blindfold from the box and turned his upper body to face you. His eyes met yours, causing your breath to hitch. "Have you ever had one of these put on you before?" he held up the blindfold, knowing immediately that the answer was no. Your eyes widened a little looking at the cloth, or more at the potential of how the cloth would impact your sex with Harry.

"No"

He smiled softly and reached to cup your face. "That's okay, darling. I'll take good care of you, and if you need anything you tell me. You ever heard of the traffic light system?" his touch was so gentle it had your eyes closing shut momentarily, your lips parting when you felt his thumb touch your mouth.

"I've heard of it, but never used it" you replied, opening your eyes again to look at him.

"That's okay, we'll try it out today and if you don't like it, we can do something different next time. Okay?"

"Okay" you whispered, feeling comforted by the soft look in his eyes.

"Good girl... I'll check in with you, but you can also use them any time if you need to. Green is for good, yellow for slow down and red to stop. If at any time you use yellow, I will slow down, and we'll figure out what you need. Okay? Red means we stop completely, and we'll talk it over. Do not be afraid to use yellow if you don't like something, okay? We can always change and do something else" his tone was soft yet firm, and it was clear he was serious about your use of colours and keeping in communication with him.