I felt horrible ...Jillian...she put so much effort into a magical reception and I didn't notice any of it. It was hours of smiling and dancing and picture taking and hand shaking ...it's all just a blur...everything but Harry. Right beside me, clutching my hand with his iron grip, he was always there. Every few minutes I would catch myself just staring wistfully up at him. Partly because...well he's beautiful but also just because I couldn't believe this big elaborate celebration is for us...for our wedding...we're married...married... I guess a part of my soul just can't accept the fact that this beautiful man married someone as average as me.
Before I knew it, I was running through a shower of rose petals and into Harry's car, headed to our hotel room for the night (our honeymoon flight isn't until in the morning).
Resting my head on the window, I let Harry intertwine our hands as he drove.
"Tuckered out already?" He asked, places soft kisses along the back of hand.
Rolling my eyes at the fact that I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, I glanced over at him.
A thought springing into my head, out of nowhere, I leaned across the console, refusing to give myself enough time to second guess it. "Not even close." I whispered, nipping slightly at his earlobe. Smirking, I felt Harry shiver under my lips. "But... I have one condition."
"And what's that?" He asked, his voice slightly husky.
"You're my sub tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"You gave me lessons...now is my chance to put them to use." I said, fighting to keep myself from giggling at my poor attempt at being sexy.
"I - I don't-" Harry began to object but tripped over his words when I bit lightly on the skin just below his ear. Letting my lips leave a wet trail down his neck, I began kissing and sucking on his collarbone.
"Angel, I don't-"
"Just tonight, Daddy?" I pleaded, my voice a whisper.
Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were almost white, Harry groaned, as I licked and kissed down his chest.
"Please."
"Just tonight." He said, a shake in his voice.
I honestly hadn't expected him to agree but my body buzzed with excitement and anticipation.
Alright! I probably won't ever get another chance to do this...and I don't have any actual Dom/Sub equipment... Biting my lip, I went over the lesson that Harry gave me,
-confidence
-respect
-permission
-encouragement
-power
Repeating it over and over again to myself, I was stuck in my thoughts until I realized we were pulling into the grad entrance of the twelve story hotel.
Reaching into his wallet, Harry pulled out a golden swipe card, handing it to me, "Sweet 26 on the 12th floor, I'll get the bags." He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek before climbing out of the car.
~Harry POV~
Limping slightly from the boner that hadn't quite faded from the car ride, I jog around the car and pop the trunk.
I can't help but stare longingly after Willow as she walks toward the entrance in her breath taking gown.
A princess gets what she wants so if she wants to play Dom for a second...so be it but some people just don't have it in them and everything I know about the love of my life indicates that she is one of those people.
But she's given me the benefit of the doubt enough times to earn me at least giving her a chance.
Locking the car, I walked through the front entrance with the suitcases and headed for our room.
The hotel was dead, indicating that it was a lot later than I realized. Riding the elevator in silence, I stepped off and hurried down the hall to the door marked 26.
Sliding the key card, I let the door swing open...surprised to find the living room dark and empty.
Sitting the suitcases beside the front door, I closed it and walked forward warily. "Baby girl?...Angel, where are you?" I called, receiving no response.
The worst possibilities run through my mind as I walk into the complete darkness and can't hear a sound, "honey?"
Spotting a small light flicker in the bedroom, I shove the door open and find her, sitting a candle down on the nightstand.
"Young lady, when I call, you answer! Is that cl-" turning to face me, Willow caused me to stumble over my words. The white lace hugged her perfect body, leaving very little to the imagination. Raising her eyebrows, Willow crossed her arms, "excuse me?...I will answer when I see fit."
"Keep that attitude up and-"
"And what?" She smirked, sauntering forward, "you forget...you have no power tonight my love." She reminded me, tugging on the collar of my tux and pulling me down to her level. "So, I would suggest you watch your tone and be a good boy or I might have to gag you...and I wouldn't want to have to do that."
Struggling to swallow the lump in my throat, I attempted to comprehend the words that just fell from her soft little lips...and how those words managed to snap my aching boner right back where it was a few minutes ago.
"Tonight could be the best night of your life... I could kiss and lick and suck on every inch of your skin." She murmured, running her hand down the front of my silk shirt and ripping a gasp from my lips as she cupped my dick through my dress pants. "I could get on my knees and suck you off until you're a quivering mess and then ride you until you're falling apart underneath me." She whispered, slowly unbuttoning my shirt with her free hand, slipping it in and running her nails across my abs and up, squeezing slightly on my nipple and causing me to groan involuntarily. "Or...I could gag you and blindfold you and jerk you off until you're right there...at the edge...just about to come... And then stop and make you suffer by making you watch me pleasure myself while you're not allowed to touch yourself...do you like that idea?"
Shaking my head, I released the slight whimper that was building in my throat, "'N-no."
"Excuse me?"
"No ma'am." I corrected myself, shocked that the words had fallen so naturally from my lips.
"I don't like that idea either but it's all up to you...act right and I'll all blow your mind Babyboy..." She whispered, biting slightly at my ear.
"so what's it gonna be?...are you gonna be a good boy for me?"
