Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

"I truly am sorry. I'll do anything if you don't... do whatever you're going to do!" I pleaded, dropping to my knees. I clung to his foot and looked up at him as sadly and innocently as possible, as if that would tug his heart strings and stop him from 'punishing' me. His method of punishment and my parents' punishments are two different things.

"It's too late for that, little dove." Harry muttered, hoisting me up gently, yet roughly. I put all of my weight down, trying to be as heavy as possible. He grunted in frustration and pulled me up easily, resting me on his lap. I was shaking like a fucking leaf. "Now, if you just cooperate, then this will hurt less, okay?"

"What do you mean, hurt?" I uttered, but I had no time to process what he was doing until he flipped me over so I was draped over his lap on my stomach. It suddenly dawned on me -- Harry was going to spank me.

"I'm going to spank you." Harry straight up told me. It took me a minute to process what he had just said.

"Wait, what?" I squeaked, peering up at him through my lashes.

"Shh. Like I said before, if you cooperate, it will hurt less." Harry attempted to soothe me, his hand running over the material of my skirt. He then pulled it down so quickly, I got startled and rolled over against him.

"Harry!" I gasped, sitting up and blindly searching for my skirt. "You.. You can't just do that!"

"Oh, I can, and I will." He told me matter-of-factly, his finger hooking onto my panties and pulling them down. I struggled and whimpered feebly in his hold. "You need to learn a little lesson, don't you think so?"

When I didn't answer him right away, his hand roamed over my rump and along the inside of my thighs. I shuddered, taking a deep breath and trying to regain my posture. His hand retracted, then landed harshly on the skin of my bottom. "You're doing good... So far."

"You're such a fucking idiot." I mumbled silently into the bed, but Harry heard me quite clearly.

"Excuse me?" He hissed, his hand coming down once more, but way, way harder. I had to bite down on the bed sheets to keep from screaming or whimpering -- or getting into more trouble. "What did you just call me?"

"I didn't say anything." I said helplessly, tears leaking out of my eyes.

"Lie." SMACK! "Tell me what you called me."

"I called you a fucking idiot." I finally gave in, trying to say it as fiercest as possible. It sounded more like I was pleading for him to stop or something.

SMACK! "And why did you call me that?"

I tried to keep on my brave front. "Because you are one." I hissed through clenched teeth.

He didn't reply, he kept spanking me.

Ten more times, to be exact.

By the last spank, I was exhausted and worn out. Harry didn't seem to be done yet, though. "Sit up."

I sat up rather painfully, the material of the bed sheets making my bottom burn even more than it already is.

"Are you sorry yet?" He muttered, glancing down at my private area. I covered it and nodded, even though I was a hundred percent lying.

"You filthy liar, you." Harry cooed almost seductively, his middle finger trailing up my arm, leaving a few goosebumps in its path. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

My head shot up at his question.

Of course I have -- I was curious. Everyone was doing it, so I guess that peer pressure got me into it. They said it would feel amazing, so I attempted to masturbate.

It did feel good.

"No," I lied, glancing down at the floor. "Why, do you touch yourself?"

Fuck.

Oh my God.

I didn't mean to ask him that question...

I was just trying to make conversation.

"Oh.. oh my goodness, I didn't mean to say that. I swear, Harry.." I gushed, my cheeks turning a bright crimson pink. Harry smiled slightly, his usual colorful eyes dark.

"Yes, I do, darling," Harry sighed, pulling his pants down quickly, bucking his hips up to successfully take them off.

My eyes widened as I turned to look away, but Harry stopped me when he gripped my chin hard, turning my head to face his.

I was practically shaking, every fibre within my body feeling like it was on fire or something. My hands were twitching in fear (they tend to do that) and my heart was pounding a thousand miles inside of my chest.

"Watch me. This is part two," Harry's voice sounded strained, as if he was holding something back. Probably a moan.

Stop thinking like that.

"What do you mean, watch you?" I asked shakily, although I knew quite well what he was talking about. Harry smiled with his teeth, his eyes trailing down to his prominent bulge.

Fuck.

"I want you to watch me touch myself." He whispered lowly, his voice sounding.. hot. His words though -- that was a whole different story.

"What?" I squeaked, covering my eyes quickly. I peeked through the holes of my fingers a bit, though, watching as Harry slid his boxers down.

"Open your eyes." Harry hissed harshly, grasping my wrists and pulling them down. My hands went up to cover my face anyways and Harry grunted in frustration.

I heard the clinking of a belt again and I cautiously watched him through the gaps. Was he going to whip me with it or something?

I felt the leather of the belt trail over my bare thighs slowly, my leg getting unusually chilly. The warmth spread to my core and I shuddered, subconsciously rubbing myself against the fabric to get some kind of tension.

"That's right, baby girl, move for me like that."

I suddenly forgot about Harry's presence. "I-I.. don't do this, Harry. You're better than this, come on!"

"Sh, it's alright." He almost whimpered as I saw him release his erection from the confinements of his boxers. "G-Give me your hands."

"I'm not jacking you off!" I exclaimed, keeping my hands attached to my face. Harry grunted in frustration and pulled my hands to him. I squeaked and closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look.

I felt the smooth leather wrap around my wrists, keeping them together. My eyes opened and I tried to keep my level of vision above his dick.

"I thought of you when I was doing this the night I saw you." He confessed, successfully entrapping my hands together. "I imagined you."

I stayed silent, resting my hands in my lap and trying not to look at his friend.

"You know what I thought of?" He asked rhetorically, his voice scratchy. "I thought of you. God, I thought of you, so fucking tight around me..."

My mouth was dry and I was at a loss for any comebacks. He was being so.. different. Perverted.

He touched himself.. thinking of me.

And we were about fifteen years apart.

Oh my God.

"Harry." I muttered softly, my voice sounding incredibly hoarse. "This is wrong. So, so wrong."

He didn't pay attention to me, mostly preoccupied on his dick and my lips. "Kiss me, Ariana."

"No!" I came close to yelling in his face. "Damn it, you're disgusting!"

"Remember, one mistake from that little mouth of yours could land your parents six feet underground." Harry hissed, narrowing his eyes at me. "I have killed people, baby girl. I'm a police officer too, and I'm not bluffing. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I muttered, afraid to anger him any further. He had a fucking mansion anyways, why wouldn't he be a police chief officer whatever?

"Good girl," He sighed in content. "Now kiss me."

I leaned over slowly to avoid touching anything I didn't want to touch, Harry easing my face toward his. It was too fast for this, it was too insane, it was just wrong.

It was going to spiral in one direction, and that direction was down.

I hesitated right when our lips were a centimeter apart, but Harry wasted no time before slamming his lips onto mine feverishly. He grasped the back of my hair, pulling me closer to him.

I was going to pull away, but my only support if I attempted to would be his crotch.

Speaking of crotches, Harry was quickly pumping himself and moaning into my mouth at the same time. My heat was rubbing on his leg slightly and I gasped, pulling back from him.

What have I just done?

"Ariana." Harry muttered frustratedly, his pumping getting undeniably faster. "Ariana, look at me."

"No." I whimpered. I didn't want to watch him masturbate. This was all wrong.

"Do you need another spanking?" Harry groaned, and I could tell it was turning him on -- although he was not bluffing.

I glanced over at him, and suddenly, he released all over his stomach.

Oh.

"Um." I said, unsure of what to say. My shirt was covering my area so I stared down at it, picking at the thread in the corner all while my hands were enclosed in the belt. "Harry."

"Can you clean me up, baby doll?" Harry asked gruffly, tapping my cheek with his.. used hand. I wiped at my cheek quickly.

"Um.. sure. I'll go get the paper towels." I got up, but he pulled me back down.

"No," He accentuated the word. His index finger swiped over the white liquid on his stomach and he held it out to my mouth, instantly making me shrink back. "Suck."

"Wait, what?"

"I said, suck." He demanded even more aggressively, holding his finger closer to my mouth.

I observed it. His finger was coated with a whitish, thick liquid that had no particular smell. It came from Harry's dick.

No way I was putting it in my mouth.

"No." I said nervously, playing with the tips of my hair. "I'm not doing it."

"Fine then," Harry murmured. "Bend over."

"Okay, whatever, fine then!" I cried out, opening my mouth. He stuck his finger into it and I sucked unwillingly, watching Harry's face contort in pleasure again.

"Oh my God." He groaned, stroking my tongue. I looked at him, confused.

"What?" I squeaked, the liquid going down my throat. It didn't have a taste.. it just tasted a little sweet. Other than that, like I said, it had no taste.

"You're going to do amazing." He mused, leaning down on his bed.

Amazing in what?

Whatever it was, I sighed in relief.

My punishment was over.

Or at least, I think it was.

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dedicated to ShagNarry bc she's so pretty and she came up with the idea of making him YUH in front of her teehee
-L x