A/N: Sorry for the wait, y'all. Ya girl has been having writer's block but im back on the scene !!
[SOLÁNA]
My fingers were cold, my hair was frizzy, and all I could think about was the alcohol on Harry's breath. Mint mixed with that dangerous choice of drink. He was crazy, but I loved everything about that.
My lips were chapped as I was approaching my house. I felt bad for leaving Zayn, but Daddy wanted me home. And I wanted me home.
My throat went dry as Harry's car was parked in my driveway already. I tried to mentally prepare myself, as I have no idea what I'm getting into. He seemed filled with lust, just with the little glint held in his eyes. I purse my lips, snapping myself out of my thoughts as I grab my phone and keys.
I step out of the car, and realize there's absolutely no lights on in the house. Not a single one. Was he there? Was he just fucking with me? My heart rate accelerates as I approach the door, but it's already open. I'm so fucked.
Inhaling deeply, I step in and am immediately engulfed in darkness. I'm almost scared to make a move in my own home, which is scary yet also exciting. I feel safe and secure with Harry, but I know he can push me over my limits. He drives me wild and I'm in love with the feeling.
I set my keys down quietly and decide to play his little game. As I do, I turn my phone off and set it down as well. My heels are carefully set beside the door, and my dress is discarded. This leaves me in my black lace underwear and bra. If it's not gonna be Zayn, it'll definitely be Harry.
I tip-toe up to my room, and I realize the door is cracked. I peer my head in, and am disappointed to find an empty bed. I exhale loudly, and walk toward the bed with furrowed eyebrows. I gasp extremely loudly as an arm wraps around my waist, and a hand is placed around my throat. My body relaxes as my eyes fall on his forearm tattoos.
"You love teasing, huh? Such a bad girl." He hums in my neck, and chills travel down my spine.
Harry always knew how to set the mood with his words, and tone of voice. No force was necessary, it only excited him. His words held so much power that you were compelled to listen. It felt wrong to disobey, most of the time. But when I did, we would end up here almost every time.
I gasp as his hand moves lower down my body, fingers brushing against my lower region. As soon as I try to squirm in pleasure, Harry's hand tightens around my throat. I whimper as he growls lowly.
"No, tonight isn't about you. Tonight is about me. You hurt me, you disobeyed me, so now you're going to please me. On your back, not a sound out of you." He rasps and I could moan on the spot. His voice was pure sex already.
I nod my head, and lean back as my hair sprawls against my plush pillows. Within seconds, Harry's hands were all over me. My throat, then my t.its, my ass, you name it. I could feel him everywhere, and it was a euphoric feeling. I wanted to moan, to let him know it felt so good. But he's getting off on him touching me and restricting my reaction completely. I arch my back as his fingers grace my c.lit, and he pushes me back down.
"Stay still." I could practically hear the damn smirk playing on his lips as my face began to flush, and I scoffed in my head. I'm angry that he's doing this, I can't be quiet forever. Me and him both know that.
Once he put his mouth over my black lace panties, I lost it. No matter what, my moans couldn't be concealed and I lost all my fucks to give, honestly. I gripped the sheets tight as my eyes screwed shut. I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled my panties to the side and pressed his tongue flat against me. I saw stars. No matter who touched me, nobody had the effect Harry had on me. Nobody.
My hand went into his hair, and he proceeded to draw shapes and letters with his tongue. My eyes rolled back as strangled moans managed to escape my lips. He was good at what he did, every damn time. I couldn't hold back, and soon enough my legs were shaking around his pretty head. He gripped my thigh and grumbled.
"Solána, hold it baby. Hold it for Daddy. Don't cum." He hummed against my sensitive skin, and my stomach clenched as my fist did in his hair. He knew I had to cum, and depriving me would ultimately kill me. I cried out, trying extremely hard not to. We didn't need another problem on our hands. I tugged on his hair a bit more and laid back, biting on my lip so hard I think I drew blood.
"Daddy I'm there. Please. I need it." I whine out, and he tugs on my lips to indicate I can, in fact, cum. Didn't have to tell me twice. Within seconds, I released. My throat went dry and all I saw was white.
I laid there for a while, trying to catch my breath as he stroked my leg and kept quiet. I didn't understand why he wasn't yelling, or spanking me rather. But, he chose to sit here and take his time on me. His eyes never left me even when I looked at him every few seconds. He looked so tired yet at peace. A faint ringing could be heard, and Harry went to the other side of the room to look at his phone. Without hesitation, he answers immediately.
"Hello, h-hi baby. Yes, I'm on my way home now, darling. Just a late night with the boys is all. I'm okay. I'll see you soon, love. Bye." He whispered, and looked me in my eyes the whole time. My eyebrows furrowed and I wanted to yell, but I bit the inside of my cheek.
He grabbed his phone and left. No goodbye. No I love you. No anything. This was a casual thing. It hurt. Hurt a lot that he felt the need to control me, but doesn't care about me. I loved him, and he loved fucking me. But, I'll take whatever I can get with him.
I laid in the dark, wrapped around my white duvet, whispering into nothing,
"I love you, Daddy."
an: biiiitch this went downhill. i know it's shitty or whateva but i tried my best. sol is confusing but sexy and loves her daddy sm and Harry's a difficult prick who loves sol but doesn't show it bc he's a prick :(((
but if y'all liked pls comment & vote 💓💓💓💓
