It was like a blur as the wedding date drew nearer.
I got a week off of work leading up to it and Jillian was here every single day to go over plans and guest lists and food menus and I was absolutely stunned, every time I didn't have a clue what I wanted Harry stepped in and gave exact details.
24 hours and counting:
Snuggling my body closer, I let my fingertips slide back and forth across Harry's ink traced chest.
"I can't believe it...today is the last day that I'll ever get to call you my boyfriend." I mused, kissing across his collarbone softly.
"True...I guess tomorrow we have to start having vanilla sex on a schedule and sleeping on opposite sides of the bed...isn't that what marriage is?" Harry chuckled, the vibrations from his laugh running through my body where it was pressed against his.
"No baby, marriage is me being here everyday when you get off work and making you dinner and sucking you off under your desk and walking around in nothing but your shirts." I giggled, nipping slightly at his earlobe.
"Then why aren't we already married?" Harry asked, attempting to cover the quiver in his voice with sarcasm.
"Harry?..."I rolled my body over to straddle his hips, "can we do something?..." I avoided eye contact because I didn't know how he would react.
"Anything, my love." Harry answered, wrapping his hands around my waist.
"Even before you ripped up the contract...its been a long time since we had a night that was truly BDSM...and I want to...I really want to."
His eyes widened, "like sex slave level?...collar and everything?"
Nodding, I rocked my hips slightly against the bulge in his boxers, "it's been forever since I was punished...or denied an orgasm or dressed up like your little kitten and I miss it, daddy." I murmured, pressing my lips to his neck to hide the blush on my cheeks.
"...you want full daddy Dom?" Harry asked, skeptical as to whether or not I was being serious.
Nodding, I purred into his neck "Please Daddy?"
"Anything for you angel." He agreed, "I have a business call I have to make love and when I'm finished, I expect you to be in your kitten outfit, making dinner or daddy will have to put you over his knee, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." I nodded, going to climb off the bed but He pulled me back, pressing his lips to mine before releasing me and rolling to grab his phone.
As soon as he was out of the room, I sprinted to the closet and yanked the box off the top shelf and searched through the contents, until I found my underwear set, ears, and my tail.
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"Kitten?" I perked up when I heard Harry's voice from upstairs, just as the chicken breast began to sizzle in the skillet.
"Yes, sir?" I answered, crouching down to search for the cheese in the bottom drawer of the fridge.
"Just out of curiosity...who's Zack?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
"A coworker." I answered, not bothering to look up as I shifted every container of food I could reach in search of the block of cheese.
"You look at me when I ask you a question and explain to me why a coworker has your cellphone number and thinks it's appropriate to text you and ask if you have plans tomorrow?"
"We all have each other's numbers for work..." I responded, spotting the pepper jack and standing back up right,"and obviously we don't know one another that well, if he doesn't know I'm getting married tomorrow."
Gasping, I almost knocked the skillet off the cook top, when Harry pinned my body against the counter.
"It's been a while love, so let's start by addressing some issues...issue one.-" His palm landed a sharp smack against the bare skin of my ass,"Do I know Zack?"
Shaking my head, "no." I spoke, my voice coming out as a squeak.
"No, I don't... Is it acceptable for you to have a guy that I don't know saved in your phone?" The second smack landed on the already sensitive skin.
"No sir." I shook my head, my breath shaky as his hands gripped my hips.
"No, it's not!... Where are you suppose to look when daddy is speaking?" Harry asked, his voice demanding as he nipped at my earlobe.
"I'm suppose to look daddy in the eye, unless told otherwise." I answered, pouting slightly from how out of practice I've become.
"Yes ma'am you are...and is it acceptable to get an attitude with daddy?"
"No, sir."
Snapping the waistband of my panties, Harry reached around me, turning the cooktop off. "Dinner can wait...I forgot how good you look when you dress up for daddy...and you've clearly forgotten how consequences work in my house."
My nerves hummed in anticipation, my breath going shallow and shaky.
"Upstairs." Harry whispered, his breath hitting my ear and causing a shiver to run down my spine. It wasn't a question. It was a command and I stumbled over my feet, running for the stairs.
Getting up the stairs, I bolted for our room and hit my knees beside the foot of the bed.
All of my senses were in hyperactive anticipation, my body almost shaking as I waited for him.
It was like he knew how much my body was aching for him as he took each slow step up the stairs. I could hear the leather of his belt slide out of the loops on his jeans... Grabbing my thighs, I forced myself not to look up when the door slowly creaked open.
Walking passed me, Harry opened the closet doors. "It's been a while...so I wonder just how much you can handle tonight....wouldn't want you to be soar all day tomorrow" he mused aloud, not giving me the permission to respond, " I want tomorrow to be perfect, so I'll go easy...or I'll try."
