Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

Harry watched me writhe in discomfort as his long digits probed within the confinements of my entrance. I pulled on my arms one last time, trying to escape the restraints he's placed on my wrists. I was watching in horror as his head dipped down to face my slightly dripping core, his tongue flickering over the top quickly.

"Stop it, this is rape!" I whimpered, kicking my legs. He sighed in frustration and grasped my ankles, tossing them over his shoulder. His hands latched onto my thighs, pulling himself up closer as he kissed me -- there -- one more time.

"It isn't rape if you enjoy it, baby girl," Harry murmured in that familiar raspy voice I identified as his "turned-on" voice. My instincts kicked in when he attached his lips to my heat, sucking viciously. I did not feel any pleasure in this at all, and it seemed my whole world had stopped when he somehow, suddenly, was undressed and positioned himself in front of me-

"Ariana, wake up!" I was shook awake and into consciousness by none other than Harry. His face was filled with concern as I tried to sit up, only I couldn't. I seriously couldn't.

Hesitantly, I pulled on my arms. They weren't moving -- they were restricted by some nylon rope. "What happened, Harry?"

He sighed as a form of response, rubbing the back of his neck. "You freaked out and then you lashed out at me. I had to drug you, baby girl."

My mind was blank, although it began to register bits of information. All I could remember for now was that I had attacked him, and it started to process. I was knocked out and in a panic frenzy, and I should've warned him about my panic attacks.

I was actually kind of glad I hurt him though, it was like payback for all the things he'd done to me.

"Before we talked about what happened," He swallowed thickly, resting his hand on my leg. I attempted to kick him but he easily pinned my leg down. "I want to know why you jd ust woke up screaming."

"Do you seriously need to know every single detail of my life?" I hissed, nearly kicking him in the face. That caught him off guard, but he quickly regained his composure, lifting his leg and trapping mine with them successfully.

"You sounded scared," he answered simply, watching me squirm beneath him. "I don't want you to be scared, I just want you to be happy."

"Can you untie me?" I asked innocently, ignoring his last statement. "Please?"

"Of course," He reached out behind me to hook his fingers in the rope, before visibly hesitating. "Hold on, you aren't going to kill me again, are you?"

"No, I'm not." I confessed, shaking my arms in an attempt for him to draw his attention there. It worked, for that's where his gaze was redirected. He pulled on it, and in less than five seconds, it came undone.

I quickly snatched my wrists away and rubbed at the red rings on them. Harry produced something from his pocket and put it on display -- another syringe.

Right when I was about to yell at him, he interrupted me. "This is just in case, baby girl." I glared at him as he stared at me solemnly, slowly returning it back to his pocket.

"I'm not going to do anything, why can't you just throw it away?" I complained, shaking my arms to get rid of the feeling. He smirked at me slightly before speaking.

"Like I said, just in case. If you're being a good girl, then I'm not going to let you even see it. Understand?" The cocky smirk was still displayed on his face. I nodded.. that was smart if you thought about it.

"Okay," I sighed, jumping off the bed. "I have to go to the loo, just thought I'd let you know, Dad." I didn't need to go to the bathroom at all, actually.