*Flashback*
Harry had been holed up in his study all day, eating a short lunch with me before shooing me back out and my mood had slowly plummeted. I had waited all week to see him, Sunday holding the promise, the promise that I would finally get his undivided attention, my body would finally be reminded of the feeling of his hands...his lips.
Switching the TV off, I rolled over on the couch, glancing at the door hoping he would come strolling out, ready to give me the attention I wanted but the only sound that broke the silence was the light tapping of his fingers dancing across the keyboard and the occasion 'ding' from his phone.
I began to weigh the pros and cons of going in there to interrupt,
pro- eventually, I would get his attention
con- there's a chance of getting my ass spanked for disturbing his work
pro- spankings would require him to stop what he's doing.
The logical woman inside me told me not to do it, he's busy and it's downright bratty to demand I come before his business...but I was feeling downright bratty.
"Fuck it" I muttered, pushing myself off the couch and creeping up to the door, pushing it open and glancing inside, Harry not even glancing up when the door closed behind me.
"Willow, baby I'm busy," He said before I was I was even halfway across the room, "I'm almost done and then I'm all yours, I promise."
"Okay," I nodded, walking around behind his chair and tugging it back just a little.
"Baby!" Harry exclaimed, shaking his head.
"What?" I asked, grinning "there's something under your desk...just figured I'd be nice and get it for you." Chuckling, Harry glanced down and watched me crawl under the desk.
"What exactly is under there, love?"
reaching up, I began to rub up and down along his thighs, letting my fingers brush over the bulge in his pants. "I don't know, I lost track of it"
"I'm busy," Harry said, sternly.
"He doesn't seem to think so." I chuckled, feeling his dick twitch in my hand.
Expecting to be reprimanded further, I was shocked when the chair shoved away from the desk and Harry jerked me to my feet, covering my mouth when I tried to speak and spinning me to face away from him.
"Needy little fucker," he muttered, grabbing my hip with one hand and pushing my back with the other, bending me over the desk and disrupting the papers stacked on top of it.
Before I could object or even question it, my sweatpants were around my ankles and he was pressed against me, rubbing up and down along my clit until I was almost dripping.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" Harry whispered, not waiting for a response before thrusting up into me. "just wanted me? couldn't even ask nicely?"
"You...would've said...no," I whined, losing my breath with every movement, the desk beneath me beginning to rock back and forth as I held on, my knuckles going white.
This is all I wanted, all I needed, all week it consumed my thoughts and even crept into my dreams as I longed for the feeling of him inside me.
"Brat," Harry grunted, holding my hips down and picking up his pace.
Unable to form coherent words, I just nodded and bit down on my lip, soaking up the feeling.
OH ....Oh no... my eyes flying open, my entire body tensed up and I felt myself come, liquid running down my thighs.
"What..." as surprised as me, Harry glanced down and pulled out, chuckling "What just happened?"
"I...I just came." I said, my face burning from embarrassment.
"I see that," Harry nodded, "go clean yourself up and let Daddy finish what he was working on." He ordered, zipping his pants back up and sitting down like this was completely normal.
Apparently, I caught him in an uncharacteristically good mood.
Straightening my clothes, I kissed his cheek and waddled out of the room, silently.
He...I broke one of his biggest rules and he wasn't even mad?....the logical side of me didn't believe it but I was not going to question it.
**
Rolling away from the annoying buzz of my alarm, I curled further into Harry's bed...confused when I didn't feel him beside me.
"Harry?" I called, my voice still groggy from sleep, nothing like his gorgeous voice in the morning.
"Ma'am?" He called from downstairs, it sounded like.
"Come cuddle." I giggled into the pillow.
"You have to get up for work, love," Harry said, his voice much closer now. I glanced up to find him leaned against the doorframe, in nothing but his sweatpants.
Grinning, he walked towards the bed, closing the distance between us. "I have a gift for you before you go, though. "
I hadn't noticed the black box that sat on the nightstand until he reached for it, facing it away from me to hide the contents.
"Lay back, close your eyes."
Obediently, I laid flat on the bed and forced myself not to peek down as he pulled the blanket away from me and tugged on the fabric of my panties, sliding them down my legs.
"So beautiful," Harry whispered, sliding his finger tips along my skin and settling his body between my thighs.
"you know...I've noticed our relationship going a little vanilla here recently...you never let me play anymore." his fingers danced up and down my clit as he spoke as if he was contemplating his actions.
"Then play, Daddy," I spoke, my voice nothing but a whisper.
"With whatever I want?" his fingers slid down, passed where I was slowly getting wet and aching for his touch...surprising me by grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks, letting just the tip of his finger brush across my anus.
"Yes, Daddy," I gasped, "Whatever you want."
"You don't sound so sure," Harry responded, the amusement clear in his voice.I heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle being opened and took a deep breath, in an attempt to relax my body.
The feeling was a pleasant surprise, there was a slight ache but nothing too painful as he began to slide his fingers in and out of me.
"You're not going to come this morning," Harry said, matter-of-factly, "infact you're not going to all day today...probably not tonight either."
Pouting, I nodded "alright."
Glancing at the box that now laid open on the bed, I couldn't help the gasp the flew from my lips "Daddy, no!"
