His hands are gentle against your face; sweet, calloused fingers brushing up and down your cheeks.
He's got you on your knees for him, doe-eyed and lips parted as he cradles your face in his massive hands.
There's a throbbing between your thighs that's almost impossible to ignore, setting your entire body alight with the delicate way he touches you.
The sweetness of it all is in stark contrast to the way he has you now, hands bound behind your back with one of his silk scarves, completely naked while he remains clothed.
It sends a shiver down your spine, the way he can so effortlessly own you with a simple touch.
His fingers dance along the column of your throat, gold rings glinting as he brushes along the hollow of it. You let out the tiniest of whimpers when you feel his fingertip brush against your lips.
Harry hums thoughtfully, and it vibrates through you.
"What is it, puppy?"
The timbre of his voice makes your lips fall open, and he slides his thumb inside your mouth, smirking when you begin to suck it gently.
"That all you wanted? Just wanted my fingers in your mouth?" He purrs.
You shake your head, eyes pleading up at him.
He removes his thumb, just swiping it back and forth over your lower lip.
"What, then?" He takes a knee, bending down until you're eye to eye. "I've tied you up, haven't I? Put you on your knees like a good little girl. 's that not enough for you?"
His voice is low, but it's soft. There's a teasing edge to it, a grin tugging at his lips. He's staring right into your eyes, imploring you to speak.
You feel breathless for a second under that heated gaze, but you manage to whisper to him.
"Want you, daddy."
His thumb returns to your mouth, but this time, he hooks it onto your teeth, pulling your mouth open for him.
"Speak up, pet. Can't hear you when you mumble like that."
Harry kisses your open mouth, and you whimper pathetically.
He lets his hand slip down to your throat, cupping it lightly when he asks you again.
"Tell daddy what you want."
You moan around his grip, spreading your legs wider. "Want daddy to play with me," you whimper out, head tilting back. "P-please."
Harry groans, watching you writhe under his touch. He loves hearing you like this, and he won't let you off the hook right away. He loves drawing this out.
"Aren't I playing with you right now?" He asks, squeezing a little at your throat.
You feel yourself getting wetter under his touch, under the heat of his gaze and the intense focus he has on you.
"Please, daddy, I... oh god." You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel his rings against your skin.
"Oh, I think I know what you want," Harry muses, the fingers of his free hand trailing up your sensitive inner thigh.
You cry out hoarsely, trying to close your legs, but he's on you in an instant, both hands coming down to spread your thighs open.
"Oh no?" The cool light in his eyes has hardened to steel. "You don't want daddy to play with your pussy?"
You whine desperately, pleading with him. "N-no, I do, please, I'm sorry daddy, I– oh!"
Before you know it, he's got his arms around you, picking you up and tossing you onto the bed behind you. He grips the scarf tying your arms together and deftly unties the knot, opting instead to spread out your arms and legs, tying each of them to one of the bedposts.
"Look at that, love," he says, sliding his hands up your thighs and squeezing your hips. "All spread out for me, hm?"
He dips down to kiss your hip, tongue soothing over the bruise his fingers left. You whimper under his touch, and he grins up at you.
"Aw, what now, puppy?" He grazes his fingers between your thighs, and you buck up into his touch. "You need daddy to touch you?"
You're begging now, gasping and whining when he finally brushes his thumb over your clit.
"Please, daddy, please just touch my pussy."
Harry hums against your thigh, sucking a bruise into it as he starts to rub your clit in earnest.
"See, babygirl? 's not so hard, is it? You know daddy'll give you everything you want."
You're stuttering now, arching into his touch. "Th-thank you, daddy, oh my god, please."
He smirks, locking eyes with you before leaning down and spitting on your pussy, dragging his fingers through it up and down along your slit.
"F-fuck," you cry out when he slides his finger in.
"Naughty girl," he murmurs. "Always so wet for daddy, aren't you?"
He slides in another finger slowly, still toying with your clit with his other hand. His movements are slow and deliberate, completely focused on making you fall apart.
You start to tremble when you feel the cool weight of his rings up against your pussy when he crooks his fingers inside you just right, a full-body shiver running through you.
"That feels good, doesn't it, love?" He coos, never picking up his pace, just torturously slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "God, I can feel you dripping all over me."
You tug against your restraints, wishing more than anything you could fist your hands in his hair.
"Can you be daddy's good girl, puppy?" He asks, voice low and rumbling through you. "Be daddy's good girl and come all over my fingers."
You're whimpering incoherently, back arching and crying out as he wrings an orgasm out of you that makes your legs tremble. You come with a cry of his name, panting and dripping down your thighs when he leans up to kiss you.
He looks down at you, beaming with pride. His good girl.
Slowly, he slides his fingers out of you, and before you can ask him to untie you so you can wrap yourself around him, he's shoving his dripping wet fingers into your open mouth.
"Pretty girl..." he murmurs, petting his fingers over your tongue. You get lost in it for a moment, eyes hooded and lips wrapped around him, until his voice snaps you out of it.
"Let's see how many times I can make you come for me tonight."
