"I'm a bad boyfriend, aren't I?", he asks. "Leaving my girl alone at home for a whole night when she was in obvious need of my cock."
"You're the worst.", you agree. "Good boyfriends don't do that."
"What do good boyfriends do, babe?", he wants to know, wrapping his fingers around your wrists again and lowering his head so you can feel his warm breath on your face.
Coffee, yes, smoke, and peppermint gum. "Tell Daddy what a good boy does."
"A good boy would have been here with me last night.", you begin, knowing exactly what your low, fake angry voice does to him. "A good boy would have fucked me in each room. A good boy would have eaten my pussy like it's the goddamn last supper."
"And didn't Daddy do all these things to you already?", Niall asks, coming so close his lips almost brush against yours now. "Doesn't Daddy always fuck you good, princess?"
His voice and the way that he stares at you, even if his eyes can't really focus on yours as close as his face is to yours, the way he starts to properly grind his crotch against yours through the way too many layers of denim, cotton and satin and simply his presence start to really get to you now. He made you happy first, now it's getting serious, he turns you on. As usual.
"Yes.", you say. "But it was really hard not to break the rules last night."
"But you didn't, did you?", he asks, trying to sound strict now. His grip gets tighter and he makes himself a little heavier, pushing you into the matress. "Have you been a good girl or did you break the rules, (Y/N). Tell me now. I'm not going to do anything about the puddle you're making right now if you lie to me."
"How do you know I'm making a-", you begin, then burst out laughing. "Is it that obvious again?"
"Babe, your face tells me everything. You're dying for me to fuck you now.", he chuckles. He's so cocky, so damn sure of himself. He just knows how much you want him, how much you need him.
"I didn't touch myself.", you say. "Really."
"Really, really?", he asks and you just nod. "That's my good little girl. I'm proud of you. You deserve a reward."
He rolls off of you and pulls the blanket down. He stares at your body in the short satin pyjama he got you, then grabs you by your hips and pulls the soft, thin shorts down. You're already having a hard time breathing, you're so aroused and probably wet for him already, too.
"You're a thirsty little kitten this morning, aren't you?", he asks in a playful voice, just looking at your exposed center before he brings his hand down on it in a soft, yet slightly painful slap. Feelings his fingers on your slit makes you shiver. His fingertips are raw from playing the guitar all the time, his fingers thick and long enough and obviously skilled, perfectly shaped to grant you the best orgasms without big effort.
"Did that hurt?", he asks.
"Hmhm.", you mumble, bucking your hips and to rub yourself against his palm. "Please Ni, I've been so good. Give me what I want, you know what I want."
"Do I?"
