50 Shades Freed

Chapter 9

My body was pressed against the red room wall with Harry's hands on either side of my head. I didn't know what to expect, should I be worried or scared at a time like this. Harry pressed his forehead against mine and I placed my hands against his chest. 

"You...are a defiant..." He grips my hair tilting my head back exposing my neck. "Fuck" He says as he presses his lips against my neck and my eyes close. His lips glide along my skin letting his tongue slide where it pleased. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do at a time like this. Was this some form of punishment, at least not yet it wasn't. 

Harry's grip on my hair tightens and he grips it turning me around having my stomach pressed against the wall. "Do you want me to show you how I deal with people who defy me..." He whispers in my ear before taking the tip of it between his teeth making my knees go weak. 

"Y-Yes please" I  curse at myself for letting my voice break. He lets out a deep chuckle before looking around the room. He pulls me over to the blush leather chair. I look down at it and then start to look around the room. 

"Clothes off" He instructs exiting to the backroom. I slowly pull my shirt over my head wondering what sexual fantasy Harry plans on filling today. I kick my pants off happy that I had taken my shoes and socks off downstairs. I stay in my boxers and watch as Harry comes back in a pair of sweats and what seems to be handcuffs. "Do you remember your safe word" He asks me

"Red means stop..." 

"Or you can just say stop." I can tell that he's trying to keep himself calm with having me in this room again. I know that his mind is racing based on the last time we've been in here. I look up at him and go to place his hand on his cheek and he grabs my wrist clasping a handcuff around it.  He spins me around with the cuffs bending me over in front of him. He clasps the other cuff to the bed in front of me and I hum in appreciation.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip looking at the red painting against the walls. I heard the sound of Harry unzipping his pants and suddenly felt him lean forward feeling hips lips roughly sucking at my neck. My jaw slowly opened letting out a small moan as I felt his pant slap slight against my bottom. 

"I could make you come like this couldn't I?" Harry mutters in my ear and I manage to let out a small hum . He lets out a devilish laugh and I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet being ripped open. I looked forward again noticing that being handcuffed this way was not quite comfortable. 

Harry slipped my boxers down to my ankles which I slowly stepped out of. I felt his hand reach forward as he wrapped his hand around the base of my member causing me to take in a deep breath. His hand moved slowly at first letting me take in each pump of his hand. I let the one hand that was free dig into the sheets placed on the bed. Suddenly I felt something new against the bottom of my back. It was his tongue! The feeling of Harry's tongue being dragged up my spine was enough to make me release in his hands but I knew better things were to come. 

Without warning Harry pushes himself within me causing me to jolt forward. I moved my hips back against his, only to have him place his hands on my waist. "Oh no baby...I'm in charge." I let out a huff knowing that this was my punishment.

He thrusted slowly at first taking his time letting me feel him with every movement he made. "Faster..." the word fell from my lips without me really wanting them too. Harry's pace didn't quicken though, they remained tormentingly slow. 

"Will you ever run off like that again?" He asks through gritted teeth. 

"No..." I pant out. Gradually his thrusts get faster and I tug on the handcuff hoping to gain some balance. I can feel the bruising form but I'm to spent to care. I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach the rougher Harry gets. I can  feel that he is losing himself and I can only let my eyes roll back enjoying the moment. 

The soft grunts falling from Harry's sinful lips were pulling me closer and closer to the edge and I attempted to fight it. "Don't come" Harry says suddenly and my heart beats louder in my chest. 

"Harry..." I pant

"Don't" He hisses and I let out struggled moans feeling him brush against my prostate. My toes curl as I do my best to hold myself together. The harder and faster Harry moves the more I feel myself about to lose myself under him. My nails dig further into the sheets and I moan out Harry's name wondering if the maids can hear us. "Let go" 

As soon as the two words slip past his lips I release onto the sheets under me and feel Harry let himself go within the condom. 

~*~

I wake up the next morning and I look over seeing that Harry is fast asleep next to me. I look over at the calendar seeing that I was going back to work today. I sit up slowly looking at my wrists seeing bruises from the night before scattered against my skin. 

I should hide these before Harry sees them, my mind tells me knowing that Harry freaks out about things like this. I enjoyed myself. A lot. I don't want our times like that to go away just because of some little bruises. I can handle more than he thinks I can. 

I stand up from the bed walking over to the closet grabbing some clothes laying them on the dresser. I make my way to the bathroom turning on the shower. I let the water heat and slide inside letting the warm water run against my skin. After a few minutes I feel a body slide in behind me and I look over my shoulder seeing that it's Harry. 

"Heading to work?" he asks me. I nod shaking out my wet hair hoping that I hadn't gotten him in the face. "Niall I have a question" 

"I have an answer" 

"Have you changed your name at work?"

I arch my eyebrow. "No...Why would I do that?" I think about how that sounds and quickly reword it. "I mean I don't think we should have everyone knowing that I'm married to the owner of the company" 

"They should know something like that. So that pricks like Jack..." 

"Jack is gone. There is nothing to worry about anymore. I just don't feel comfortable with changing my name Harry" I shake my head stepping out of the shower. I can feel that this is already going to turn into an argument that I'm not willing to have. I don't want people at work treating me differently just because I'm married to Harry now.

I can hear the shower being turned off and I know that Harry is coming over to finish this conversation. I take in a small breath and start to get dressed.

"Are you ashamed of me?" 

"What? No Harry I'm not. I will change my name eventually, I just started working there. Can I just get settled please?" I ask looking at him through the mirror. I seem him mutter something that I can't actually hear. "What was that?" 

"I said don't get too settled" 

"And why not?" 

"Because I was thinking of making you the head of SIP"