Dark Song (Mature HS)

20

"You want me to be in this?" I ask, Harry nodding his head.

"They want to do the music video on the song I have. It's about sex, and they wanted me to do it with some shit model but I want it to be with you," he says, my eyes looking over the designs. I'd have to be wearing close to nothing, Harry would be shirtless, and I don't know whether to accept or not.

"Angel, I want you," he whispers in my ear, my eyes closing.

"Fine," I breathe out, his hands grabbing my waist.

I finish up work and he brings me to the set, his hands holding mine while the woman does my hair. It's curled to the extremes and my make-up is done.

Harry walks out so I can get dressed, my eyes taking in what I have to wear. I put on the black bra, the high-waist panties, and the black robe. I take a deep breath and step into the heels, my body walking out. They're filming the scenes of Harry singing on his own, my eyes watching his body. He's pure sex and I don't shy away looking at him.

"Okay, Harry take a break. We're going to get her shots first."

He looks over at me and smirks, my cheeks flushing before I wink at him. They have me move on a staircase, looking back. Then I walk to a room, my fingers unraveling the tassels on the robe. It drops onto the floor and I stop, the director stopping me. Harry comes in and he's told to grab my hands, moving me back and pinning me against the wall. He sings while doing it and I close my eyes, parting my lips.

Then quickly, I'm turned around and he grabs my neck and waist, his lips leaning into my ear. My hands set over his, his hand moving over my chest and down. I throw my head back, but I'm quickly turned around. Then I push him back, his body sitting on the bed.

We're filmed, even though we're doing something so natural. Harry's eyes are so dilated, filled with lust. He knows that what I'm doing is only for him. I've never done anything like this before.

And my lap dance is just as before, only this time I allow him to touch me and my clothes stay on me. We fall back onto the bed and he hovers over me, kissing my neck.

We take shots of me feeling over his chest and arms, his hands holding mine, and his lips touching my neck. Everything is perfection and we end beneath the covers, hands together, and the camera focuses in on our tattoos. When the director says it's finished, Harry pulls the sheets back over us and he kisses me.

"Go to my house. Now," he whispers, my lips curving.

We get out of the set and I get dressed again, my body rushing to my car. I drive to his house and get into his room as fast as I can, changing into my good bra and panties as fast as I can. The robe they allowed me to keep is back on and I put my heels back on.

Once downstairs, I shut the lights off and wait, hearing the garage. Harry is visible soon and I start walking out of the hall, his head turning to look at me. He drops his phone and keys on the floor, his hands shoving his jacket off. He walks closer and I stop him, his eyes watching me. I loosen the tassels and drop the robe, his eyes raking my body.

"Daddy?" I whisper, his hands nearly tearing his shirt off.

"Yes, baby girl?" he groans, watching me suck on my finger and trailing it over my chest.

"I need you," I say, his eyes looking at me trailing my own touch against my body. I walk closer to him and I grab his wrists, his eyes on me. "All over me."

I let him go and start upstairs, his body trailing at a respectable distance. As soon as I reach his room, I quickly take my heels off and feel him lifting me up.