Precious 🔐|| Harry Hook

🔮4🔮 Voodoo dolls

"Felice," he moaned.

"You're being dramatic," I rolled my eyes speeding up my strokes.

"I can't do this anymore," he groaned.

"Sit still and behave yourself," I ordered.

"But it hurts," he whined.

Just then the comb in my hand was stuck in a huge knot.

"This is why you have to comb your hair," I scoffed pulling out the knot.

"Consider yourself lucky I even let you touch my hair nobody messes with my hair but me," he winced annoyed," and what is this shit looking paste you smeared on our faces?"

"It's a clay mask for smooth skin," I informed," Evie makes me use them."

"I thought we were going to have fun but the only fun thing you did was paint my nails black and put on those shorts,"

"And your welcome for that. Come on this is supposed to be a relaxing experience try to calm down,"

"How can I calm down when you're-"

"And done," I chimed resting down the comb.

"Now we're almost done,"

"Oi! What are you doing?" He shouted shocked as he felt my fingers enter his hair.

"Sshhhh," I soothed.

He calmed down melting into my hands as I massaged his scalp. His head leant over the back of the chair and more into my hands and his eyes half closed in bliss.

"Hmm," he hummed in content.

"I bet no one ever did this for you before huh?" I whispered smug in his ear as I finally made Harry relax.

"Nuh uh," he mumbled as I smirked happily.

After some time I took a scrunchie off of my desk and pulled his hair back into a neat bun.

He sat up as he woke up out of his state of reverie. I grabbed a cloth and the bowl of water on top of my desk and positioned myself in front of Harry.

He looked up at me curiously from his eyelashes as I gently dabbed the cloth to his forehead. Grinning at him, I rubbed the cloth across his cheek making him smile a real genuine Harry smile. He pulled me by my waist so that his right thigh was between his legs. He took the other cloth from the bowl and dabbed at my cheek.

"What the hell are you doing to me woman?" He whispered deeply as he ran his thumb down my lips gently pulling my bottom lip from my teeth.

I smirked at him trying to pretend I was unaffected by his gesture," haven't you heard? I made a voodoo doll for everyone."

He tilted his head to the side in question.

" I like to play with them like dolls and make them do my bidding as I mercilessly rule over them ," I pouted at my confession.

He busted out laughing," I thought you were joking. I want to see mines," he begged.

"No!"I said a little too quickly dropping the wash cloth in shock.