ginger ale (sugar daddy h)

extra: harry's being mean* (smut prompt request)

Harry's being evil tonight.

He currently has Mia's arms and legs tied to his bed. Instead of using the silk ties they typically opt for, he went with rope. The rough fabric bites into her skin every time she shuffles around, antsy and fidgety from her inability to move too much.

To make things worse, Harry's straddling her chest, knees pressing into the bed, pretending to guide his cock into her mouth. Her mouth is wide open as she impatiently waits for him to stop teasing her — every time he gets close to letting her tongue lull around the flushed tip, he quickly draws back with a smirk.

"Pathetic baby. Can't even suck dick right," he mocks, making tears begin to cloud Mia's vision. He does it again and this time, Mia really falls for it, even sticking her tongue out to catch a blurt of precum. He laughs. "Are you gonna keep playing with it or are you gonna put it in your mouth at some point?"

"I want to," she whines pitifully. "P-please daddy, I want it in my mouth."

Harry coos degradingly, but all he does is shake his head before climbing off of her. Tears are full on streaming down Mia's cheeks now as she watches him tuck himself back into his trousers.

"I have a meeting," he says, and a pang of sadness rattles through her body, "You better not touch yourself while I'm gone. Do you hear me, puppy?"

She sniffles, swallowing tightly before giving a small nod. He makes a tsk-ing noise and runs a thumb over her cheek, wiping the tears away.

"Do you need to safeword, sweetheart?"

She shakes her head.

He hums and presses a kiss to her forehead, but not before murmuring a few words into her ear: "Remember, if you want to cum, then you're gonna have to beg."

She sniffs again, as if she hasn't been begging him for the past hour to let her cum. With a wicked smirk, he ruffles her hair like she's some kind of dog. She watches as he throws his suit jacket on and shuts the door behind him.