*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*
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"Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light."
"As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?"
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"My baby is a freak like me and she knows just what I like She carries all the keys to the places that no one dares to find She won't tell nobody what goes on in these walls If they talked, they'd probably tell you all about love"
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I've never been so curious and scared at the same time of an inanimate object.
I'm so bad with surprises, and that look on his face is only making it worse, he looks far too eager and amused with himself, with Harry that's very unnerving.
"You trust me right?" he checks, as he starts to slowly pull the lid from the box, tilting his head to wait for my answer.
"Yes" I answer, still sounding nervous as I watch him remove the lid like he's purposely doing it in slow motion.
It's that damn box I don't trust.
"Good" he nods, removing the lid and placing it beside him. When I look in the box my brows drop.
There's several other smaller boxes inside it, and a few different sized velvet bags filled with more mysteries.
Seriously? Boxes inside a box? What is this? A game of pass the parcel?
"I decided to buy some things... That I think you'll like, don't panic okay? I know this will be new for you but I'd never do something I thought you genuinely wouldn't like" he explains, looking down to his lap at the various concealed objects and back to me.
I look at him confused, glancing down to his lap and now my nerves are even worse "Harry please just show me, this suspense is killing me" I plead, trying not to let my mind wonder with various absurd assumptions.
He rolls his lips inside his mouth, nodding and clears his throat, why does he even look nervous now?
"Have you ever thought about, the things you like that I do when we have sex? Why you like them?" he starts, pulling one of the bags out of the box and placing it next to him, before standing and grabbing the seat of the chair underneath me, lifting me a few inches like it's nothing and moving me back a few steps further from the bed before he places me back on the ground.
"When I tie your hands?" he asks, leaning down to my eye level and hooks his fingers into my underwear and slowly drags them down, until he pulls them off my legs "When I blindfolded you? When I spank you? Even when it was with my belt?"
"Yes" I swallow, watching as he goes back to the bed and retrieved the bag he picked out "It's confusing, I don't know why I like it - I've never done any of those things before except with you"
