Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little One Shots (h.s.)

Punished

Harry has been away from home working with Gucci, he's the face of their new ad campaign. They've had him traveling around the world for the last month doing photo shoots and promos. He called last week and insisted I come meet him when he arrived in Japan. My schedule is ridiculously busy, and I have a million projects going on with my clients. I couldn't get away even if it was just for a couple days.

Bedroom Harry is pissed that I turned him down, he's been horny as fuck. It's not like I enjoy making him wait, but it is what it is. And please understand, he's not controlling me in an asshole kind of way. When Harry gets worked up, we enjoy roleplaying with each other. He gets to be domineering and aggressive with me and I get to be dominated and punished.

When it comes to our careers, much of what Harry does gets managed by outside forces and people. In my career, I'm the boss, the independent, take no prisoners, head strong woman. The roles we play when we're intimate, allow him to have complete authority over one aspect of his life. And for me, I don't have to struggle to prove I'm a strong and capable woman. I get to completely surrender to him, and I know I'm always safe. We both enjoy this game, so really, it's a win-win situation for both of us.

Because of our relationship dynamic, he's grown accustomed to getting what he wants from me sexually; whenever, however, and wherever he asks. He's a very sensual creature, making him wait for gratification when he's stressed and at his peak creates an aftermath equivalent to throwing lit dynamite into sulfuric acid. This'll most definitely cause an explosion of epic proportions. Unfortunately, denying his demands was not made by choice, so I'll have to suffer the consequences when his plane lands.

William pulls up curbside at Heathrow in the Cadillac XTS limousine. This is the vehicle Harry has requested. The windows are blacked out and the back is separated from the driver's area. It's completely private for us to be as wild as we please. There's no way in hell Harry will wait until we get home to keep his hands off me.

I'm overly antsy while waiting for him to arrive. William is anxious too; he knows us very well and he senses my nerves. He's very intuitive, so I'm sure he has an inkling of what's yet to come for the evening. Harry doesn't have faith in anyone other than William to do this job. He trusts him being alone with me and with both of our lives. Not only is he our driver but he's our head of security as well.

I've dressed myself in an outfit I'm positive Harry will adore, and then completely destroy sooner than later. I'm more than ready for him to angrily fuck me with no abandon. Tonight, I'm all his, he's been patient for long enough.

Everything I'm wearing is black, that's what he prefers. I'm not wearing knickers and my short skirt hardly covers the rounded bottom of my ass, it's flowy and not tight. Harry likes it that way, he claims the whimsy of me twirling around in it makes his dick unbearably hard. It plays off one of our other roleplay couples which is the naughty schoolgirl getting fucked by her teacher.

I'm wearing leather boots which zip from ankle to thigh. I'm braless wearing a backless blouse, the flowy fabric rests gently over my nipples and the outsides of my breasts the way sheer curtains do. I'm sure he'll be more than pleased.

I receive a text alert from the airline that his flight landed. My stomach starts to flip, and I can't sit still in my seat. My heart starts racing and if I don't calm myself, I'll be tachycardic in no time. I'm not scared, just excited to be with him.

This has happened before; I need to fucking chill! Grabbing the vodka from the mini bar, I take a few swigs straight from the bottle. The burn trickling down has a soothing effect. My anxiety decreases, the sting is a reminder of the pleasure filled pain I'm about to endure.

I receive another text:

Harry: My flight just landed, did you even bother to show up at the airport?