Clawing at the sheets for dear life, I forced myself to sit still as Harry pushed the plug into me and gently shifted it into place. My eyes watered and my body shivered at the unfamiliar feelings. Even the smallest movement caused it to press further up into me. It almost felt nice but the sharp pain outweighed the pleasure.
"Harry," I whined into the pillow, the red mark on my thigh served as a warning not to move again, "I don't-"
"Hush," He cut off my complaints, "this is what happens, don't act like you weren't aware of the rules in place."
Grinning, he ran his fingers through the fuzzy head of the plug, "You make an adorable bunny, baby girl...you're going to be late for work though," he said, patting my thigh and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before climbing off the bed.
"H-how long are you going to leave it?" I asked, my voice quivering.
"Until you get home from work," He stated, "Or until I feel you've learned from your mistakes...whichever 'comes' first."
I couldn't sit down, it was terrible regardless but I could not handle it when I was seated, so all day I awkwardly hunched over my desk and ignored the strange looks from my coworkers, every time they peeked inside my office.
I refused to consume any liquids throughout the day because the 'squat' over the toilet only took one experience to swear me away from it for the rest of the day.
Glancing from my laptop to my notes, I confirmed the flights for next week and began sifting through dinner reservations for the Oregon trip, gnawing on my lip to avoid thinking about the object inside me, that forced me to keep my ass clenched all damn day. Hearing my computer ping! I glanced up, instantly rolling my eyes when I saw who it was from.
To: Bunny :)
From: Harry Styles
How's my little bunny's tail treating her today?
-Harry Styles, CEO Styles Records
To: Harry Styles
From: That is not becoming a nickname, drop it
Just fine, barely noticed it all day.
-Willow
Deleting the emails, I exited the screen and continued the task at hand, until my phone began to buzz, vibrating across my desk. I knew it was Harry, calling to gloat before I even looked at the screen. Having absolutely no desire to speak to him, I tuned the buzzing out and continued jotting down local restaurants.
To: Keep on with the attitude and see where it gets you
From: Harry Fucking Styles
Something tells me you're lying ;)
also, answer your cell phone.
-Harry Styles, CEO Styles Records
To: Harry Styles
From: Willow
I.am.at.work.and.want.this.thing.out.of.my.body.please.stop.being.rude
-Willow
The phone rang again and this time I reached for it, answering timidly "Hello?"
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice low and soothing.
"No," I whined, "I'm a little less-"
"I'm not asking if you're happy with it, on a serious note are you alright? If a different form of punishment needs to be found-"
"I'm fine, Daddy," I reassured him, mentally deciding yes, I'm fine. I can handle this. I hate it but this is not beyond any of my limits.
"Talk to Harry, Willow promise me?"
"Pinky promise, Harry," I giggled, or attempted to giggle but cut it short when it sent a sharp sting through my body.
"Alright, straighten up with the attitude then," Harry said, the soothing tone went from his voice.
His switch in moods almost made me laugh (almost, I knew better)
The ride home was the all time worst part of the day, my body was sore and my ass was screaming at me, the fur causing my skin to itch and I had to drive while attempting not to put all my weight down on it.
The elevator had a personal vendetta against me, taking twice as long as necessary to reach Harry's floor, but as soon as the doors opened I rushed inside, dropping my purse and calling out his name.
"I'm in the kitchen, Angel," Harry responded, but I was already around the corner and making my way to him. "Baby, slow down! what-."
"Take it out, take it out! please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! it won't happen again, I promise! please-" "hey hey hey," He grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place, "I've got you, slow down! deep breaths."
Frantic, I bent right over the dining room table and pulled my skirt up over my back.
Whispering sweet nothings to me, Harry rubbed my back and let his hand travel slowly to the head of the plug, tugging it gently until it began to slide out of me. My body slumped as soon as it was free of that wretched thing, my eyes fluttering closed and my backside relaxing for the first time today.
"Are you alright?" He asked, kissing my back gently and placing my skirt back down.
I nodded, he usually would force me to use my words but he let it go this time, petting my hair and chuckling, "did we learn our lesson?" another nod.
Sliding his hand under my body, Harry lifted me from the table and into his arms, walking towards his room. "Would you like a bath?" I shook my head, my eyes remaining closed, "a shower?" another shake, "a meal?"
"later."
"What-"
"Just cuddle me, Daddy," I said, nuzzling my head into his chest.
"I-" he sounded like he wanted to object but chose not to, due to my pitiful state, "alright baby, I can do that."
Not even bothering to turn on the light, Harry carried me to his bed and laid me down gently, falling onto to the mattress when I refused to release his shirt.
"You don't want the blanket?"
"Just you." I murmured, sore but otherwise perfectly content.
