The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 14

"Tom where are we going, I don't want to apparate anywhere I want to go to sleep," Harry said still in his wedding dress that Tom refused to unzip him out of until Harry went with him.

"We will go to bed so soon sweet boy, just trust me," Harry closed his eyes tight and took the man's arm.

He hated the feeling of being sucked through a tube, but eventually his feet hit the ground and he opened his eyes, grateful he didn't throw up. He was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The space was very open with minimal walls. The very large bed in the middle of the room was covered in plain white bed sheets, but across from the bed was an open window with an ocean? "What is this? Where are we?" Harry said confused.

"This is our honeymoon, we're at a beach resort in Mexico. It's a private beach don't worry so we don't have to worry about anyone else, just me and you boy," Tom grabbed Harry's waist twirling him around," I have been waiting to be alone with you all day," he whispered into Harry's ear seductively.

Harry perked up at the man's low growl, his tiredness soon forgotten. All he could think about was Tom bending him over in this dress, the boy needed it and he needed it now. Harry pulled on Tom's tie, the man's face being pulled towards his. Harry aggressively started kissing him, grinding himself on Tom in the process. Tom's bulge quickly grew into Harry's thigh. Harry started shakily unbuttoning the man's top, tongue hungrily exploring the man's mouth. Tom loosened his tie, leaving it hanging over his shoulders. Harry pulled away and took a good look at the man, the man that was now vowed to him for life. The man who had impregnated Harry and wanted to raise this child with him. Tom's soft chest visible, the unbuttoned shirt still on with the elbows rolled up, he couldn't get enough of it.

He was sick of foreplay he wanted Tom inside of him now. He hitched up his dress and jumped on the bed, waved his ass in the air. He was just beginning to start stretching himself, when Tom flipped him over and held Harry's hands firmly over the top of the boys head. Harry let out a whimper at the glance of Tom, the man was in one of his dominating moods and Harry knew that he was about to be treated as nothing more than a toy. "Did I give you permission to start touching yourself boy?"

Harry smirked at the man, being in a bratty mood himself," I wouldn't have to if you'd hurry it up old man," He enunciated those last words sharply, Harry had never actually mentioned the 20+ year age gap between them, but he felt as if now was a good time.

It didn't really matter to him, but he was trying to get under Tom's skin tonight, he wanted to be fucked hard and he wanted it now. "Old man? Mmm that pretty mouth of yours is about to get you in a whole lot of trouble, I will show you old man," the man said with a devilish grin growing on his face.

Harry's arms were suddenly bound together by a magical rope, same for his feet. Tom sat up, and then placed Harry over his lap. "How many licks do you think you deserve boy?"

Harry's eyes widened in fear, out of everything they had tried Tom had never spanked Harry, still the thought caused Harry's mind to wonder. He really wanted Tom to spank him, he wanted to be punished for being a bad boy. He felt weird about that, but did his best to ignore it. "I'm sorry Daddy," the boy whispered.

"Mmm sorry isn't getting you out of this one, so how many?"

"I did so good at the ceremony so 3," Harry said softly.

"Mmm well you did ask to leave early, but you are pregnant so I can't fault you for that. I am going to add two to that because you did call me an old man, 1 lick for each word, now count boy."