Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 13

I woke up to my loud alarm. It was 8:00. Harry's office was only a few blocks away and it was walking distance. I got showered and got my clothes on. My outfit for the day? A black tank top, a light blue button up jacket, a blue and striped Infiniti scarf, dark skinny jeans, and grey lace up ankle heel boots.

"Alright Alexa, I'm out," I said leaving out of the room, knowing that she was still asleep.

I stepped out into the brisk air of England. The breeze made it chilly, but other that, it was fairly warm. I opened the door to Harry's office. Orian wasn't at her desk. I didn't hear any computers typing.

"Harry?" I called out, confused. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked around the desk to see Harry, wearing a gray suit.

"Mia," he said, his voice deep and angelic. "I see you're punctual."

"Uh, yeah, you told me to be here, but nobody else is here. It's weird.."

"I didn't plan for anyone to be here."

"Huh?"

"Let's go to my office and talk, shall we?"

"Okay?" I followed him to his office and sat down.

"No, no, no, stand up," he said quickly.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Mia, I wish you could understand..."

"Harry.." I was cut off by his lips crashing into mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth. It was so passionate and yet, rough. I liked it, but I knew I shouldn't have. He pushed the few papers he had on his desk off and he pushed me onto it, my spine flattened onto the glass table.

"Harry," I said breathily. He stopped to look at me.

"You have no idea how badly I want to bend you over this table right now and take you." Then he pulled me off of the desk and quickly turned me around, bending me over. He put his hand around my neck, pulling me back towards him while my back was still pressed against him.

"I just want to hear you scream my name, Mia. That's all I want baby girl." He turned me back around. I was now looking into his eyes. He pushed my sweater off.

"Harry..."

"Shh, baby. Just let me do this, alright? There's nothing to be afraid of." He picked me up and put me on top of his desk. He kissed my neck and I felt his hands go down to the button of my jeans. I squirmed a little at his touch.

"I think I'm gonna like you, Mia," he said, undoing my pants. I couldn't speak. It was like I was frozen. He put his hand down into my underwear, and began rubbing at my entrance.

"Who made you wet like this, baby, hmm?" he whispered into my ear. My response was a moan. Then his actions stopped suddenly and he roughly grabbed the hair by my lower neck.

"Now I'm gonna need you to answer me, okay?" I nodded quickly and finally stammered out, "Yes."

"Good girl." He then returned to his previous actions.

"Who made you wet?"

"Y-you did, H-Harry.." He slid a finger into me. It hurt a little since I'd never been fingered before. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in.

"Mm, first time doing this? You're so tight baby. Just imagine how you'd take my cock."

"Harry," I said as he went faster and inserted another finger. Now my heart was beating fast, my breath becoming shakier and shakier, and my arms were getting weak. A strange feeling bubbled forth in my stomach. I opened my eyes and Harry was so focused but his face was becoming a blur, and the room around him started getting dark. What was happening?

"HARRY," I screamed. I collapsed onto the desk, shaking and shivering. I had no idea what had just happened.

"That was hot babe," he said, still stroking my pussy.

"Huh?" I said confused.

"You just cummed, baby, that's all. But you'll get used to it." Then I realized that I had blacked out during my orgasm. It was strange. I've heard of blacking out during intimacy, but only while someone was drunk. This was going to be a long couple of weeks.