Cheeky Girl // H.S.

Chapter Three

I wake up in Harry's arms making me smile happily, I open my eyes to reveal his shirtless body, I didn't notice this yesterday because he was under the covers, my breath hitches as I look up at his sleeping face, I slide my hands up and down his abs trying to not wake him up. Daddy pulls me back to him and turns us around so that he is on top of me. "Did you enjoy caressing daddy's body princess?" he asks in his husky morning voice as I let my hands glide upward into his chest and feel his strong muscles. All this touching was making me feel uncomfortable between my legs.

I feel him gently kiss my neck, which causes me to sigh and flutter my eyes closed. When he begins to suck harshly, I feel some pain, which causes me to whimper and pull at his hair, a sexy groan is released from his throat. He pulls away and looks at me hungrily, saying, "You're driving me crazy," while looking down at my lips. I turn back to face his plump and kissable lips "i want you to kiss me" I whisper shyly making him connect our lips instantly and kiss me deeply, I move my lips with his fast pace trying to use my knowledge of how they do it in the movies.

 I moan into the kiss and try to catch my breath, he pulls away making my head drop back onto the bed with a sigh. As I gaze up at him, my heart races, and my lips tingle from his sweet kiss. He chuckles and playfully pecks my lips once more before springing out of bed. "Rise and shine, love. We've got a big day ahead," he announces, but my mind is too consumed by the taste of his lips to fully comprehend his words. Suddenly, a sharp smack on my thigh snaps me back to reality. "that was...that was the best first kiss ever!" I squeal, leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist in excitement. As he leads us into the bathroom, he gently places me on the counter and asks, "Darling, may I bathe you?" I pause for a moment, realizing that if he bathes me, he will see me completely naked. As the idea of Harry bathing me floods my mind, a warm sensation rushes through me, causing my face to light up with excitement. The mere thought of letting him take care of me in such an intimate way is both thrilling and nerve-wracking. I can sense Harry's knowing smirk as he watches me, and I know he can tell how much this means to me. With a gentle touch, he encourages me to speak up, and I find myself whispering shyly, "Y-you can bathe me." 

"What was that, darling?" Harry asks, his voice low and teasing, and I know he wants me to be loud and clear. Taking a deep breath, I summon all my courage and speak up louder. "You can bathe me, Daddy." As soon as the words leave my lips, Harry's face breaks into a broad smile, and he pinches my cheeks playfully. I feel a rush of affection towards him, and it only grows as he helps me down from the counter and slowly removes his shirt from my body.

Feeling self-conscious, I instinctively cover my body with my arms and look down. But as Harry's warm touch washes over me, all my fears and doubts begin to fade away. At that moment, I know I can trust him completely. "you have the most beautiful body I've ever seen in my life" he exclaims while pulling my arms away, I hear him suck in a breath as he cups my breast with his hands and gives them a soft squeeze making me whine softly. "Shower or bath?" Harry asks, and I hum in thought. "Shower," I say finally, my nerves getting the better of me. "And I-I want you to shower with me." I'm afraid he'll reject me, but Harry surprises me. "You don't have to tell me twice," he mutters, his voice low and husky. He pulls down his boxers revealing his large manhood, I gasp at his abruptness but can't help the tingling I feel running through my body "Now let's shower and then we'll have breakfast." I jump into the shower as Harry does, but the cold water makes me scream and jump out of the glass doors. "Harry, that's too cold!" I yell, bouncing on my feet to warm up. I notice his eyes darken and he licks his lips. "Don't bounce like that and get back in," he demands, turning the water to a warmer temperature. I obey and grab the shampoo. But Harry tisks and takes it away from me, turning me around so that my back faces him. He massages the shampoo into my hair, brushing it softly until it becomes silky smooth, and then rinses it out. Next, he grabs the body wash and starts rubbing it all over my body with his hands, paying extra attention to certain areas. I feel my body responding to his touch, and I can tell he feels it too. Once he finishes washing me, he slaps my bum lightly and murmurs for me to get changed while he finishes up. As I step out of the shower, I feel both exhilarated and nervous seeing his eyes lingering on my body.

After drying myself off, I slip into one of Harry's black shirts and boxers, knowing that we're probably not going to do much today. As I hear the shower turn off, my heart races with anticipation, and I can't help but bite my lip softly as a dripping-wet Harry walks out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I watch as his back flexes, and I find myself almost drooling. Harry turns around to grab some clothes, catching me staring. "Stop staring, I can feel your eyes burning holes in me," he teases while grabbing a pair of jeans. I blush deeply and bury my face in a pillow, but Harry is quick to reassure me. "I'm joking, baby. You can stare all you want," he says, turning me towards him and kissing my cheek. Suddenly, he drops his towel to the ground, making me squeal loudly. "Don't act all shy and innocent now after the shower incident," he says cheekily, pulling on a pair of his black ripped jeans.

"I'm hungry," I whine once Harry finishes getting dressed. "Let's go eat then," he says, lifting me up and walking us into the kitchen, where we see Ann putting pancakes and bacon on our plates, along with one cup of black coffee and a cup of juice. Once she sees us, she smiles brightly. "Morning lovebirds!" she chirps, making me smile and hug her softly. I quickly take a seat on my chair next to Harry's, and he gives Ann a kiss on the cheek before sitting at the head of the table. Ann puts our plates in front of us along with our drinks, and I thank her shyly. She replies with a squeeze of my cheek, and Harry nods encouragingly, making me feel proud of myself. As I eat my food, I look curiously at Harry as he drinks his coffee. I scrunch up my nose in disgust. "What's wrong?" he asks, taking another sip of his coffee. "How can you drink that? That's gross," I say, making him laugh. Despite my aversion to coffee, I can't help but feel happy and content as I sit at the table with Harry, enjoying a delicious breakfast and each other's company.

As soon as Harry and I finish our breakfast, he takes me to his room and sits me down on the bed. "We're going to go over the rules," he explains, his voice firm. "Listen carefully, remember them, and follow them. Understood?" I nod, feeling a bit nervous. He proceeds to list the rules one by one. "First rule, always listen to me. Second rule, is no cursing, yelling, lying, or backtalk. The third rule, always tell me if something is wrong, even if you think I will be mad at you. Fourth rule, no self-harm or self-hate. The fifth rule, always say good morning and good night to me and whoever is around you unless I tell you otherwise. Sixth rule, bedtime is 10:30 pm sharp unless I say otherwise. Seventh rule, keep good nutrition and fitness, which means at least three meals a day and going on runs or walks with me. Eighth rule, if I ever do something in bed that you're not comfortable with, you must tell me. Ninth rule, if I have pushed you to your limits and you want everything to stop, you must use the safe word 'cupcake' to let me know. I will not be disappointed or angry, but rather proud that you're comfortable enough to voice when you want to stop. And the tenth rule, tell me when you feel sad, happy, angry, or any other emotion so I can help you." He finishes reciting the rules, and I nod again, feeling overwhelmed. "Those are the rules," he says, his tone unwavering. "I can add or take away rules whenever I want, and you're expected to follow them. Okay?" I nod quickly, feeling a bit intimidated by the rules. "Yes, sir," I say, trying to sound confident. "I'll follow all your rules." He smiles and leans in to kiss my cheek. "Good girl," he says softly, making me feel a sense of pride.

After hours of binge-watching TV shows, Harry strolls into the living room and presses his lips onto mine. "Get ready, darling. We're heading to my club," he declares, causing me to shriek with excitement. But my enthusiasm fizzles when he clasps my wrist tightly. "You are not to look at or talk to any other man. Don't make friends with any other women and stick by my side. I am a dangerous man, and there are dangerous people waiting for me to mess up so they can take you away from me. Understand?" he orders firmly, leaving me nodding in agreement. "But baby, why would they want me?" I ask, baffled. I have no connection to any gangs, so I can't comprehend why anyone would want to harm me. "Every man has a weakness, baby girl. If anyone messes with that weakness, all hell will break loose," he explains ominously.