Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 17

Sarah's P.O.V
~The next morning~

"Good morning, Haz." I smile.

"Good morning, princess." Harry smiles, and pecks my lips.

"How did you sleep?" I ask.

"Good since there was a beautiful girl sleeping next to me." Harry smiles.

"That was so cheesy!" I giggle.

"You liked it, though!" He says.

"You're right, I did." I chuckle.

"So, how did you sleep, love?" Harry asks.

"Good since there was a beautiful guy sleeping next to me." I smile.

"You stinker! You can't steal that from me!" Harry shoves me.

"Well, I just did." I smirk.

"Such a bad girl." Harry shakes his head, I giggle.

I get out of bed, and do my daily routine. I walk out of the bathroom, and Harry walks in, brushing his teeth and taking a shower.

Harry walks out of the bathroom. Naked. His long member catching my attention.

"Don't look down dirty girl." Harry smirks.

"Sorry." I blush. Gosh, I wanted him.

"Can I give you head?" I blurt out. My eyes widen as soon as the words roll off my tongue.

"Sure." Harry smirks.

Harry's P.O.V

"So, uh, how do I do it?" Sarah asks.

"Just lick it." I say. I was so excited.

"O-Okay." She says.

Sarah puts me into her hands, and then enters me into her mouth. I moan as she licks the tip. I soon find my hands tangled into her hair.

"Mmm, don't stop baby." I groan.

Sarah soon puts all of me into her mouth, making her gag. I thrust myself into her mouth, making me come.

She licks it all up, and I pant.

"D-Did I do okay?" Sarah asks.

"You did great baby." I smile.

"Then why do I feel like I did bad at it?" Sarah asks.

"I don't know. But you did absolutely amazing!" I say. I have been picturing my little girl's mouth around me forever. And now it finally happened, and it was amazing. Absolutely mind blowing. Sarah was great.

"Okay." She smiles.

I lean over, and pecked my dirty little girl's lips...

Sarah's P.O.V

I can't believe I just gave Harry head. I promised myself that I'd wait until I was older to do things like this. But here I was having sexual encounters with a man who was way older than me. I know my family would not be very happy with me.

Well really, do I even have a family anymore? My parents were dead, and I was still grieving over their death by the way, and the rest of my family despised me. Why? I don't know. I guess I just wasn't good enough for them.

Harry pokes my cheek, and I look at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks.

"Nothing." I shake my head.

"Come on. Tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours!" Harry smiles.

"I just can't believe I gave you head." I shake my head still in shock.

"Oh, well believe it baby because you did, and it was amazing." Harry smirks.

Well, I sure didn't feel amazing at the moment. I can't believe I did that. I am going to hell for sure...

Harry's P.O.V

I understand why Sarah's freaking out so much. She was suppose to be an innocent good girl. But good girl's are bad girls that haven't been caught. There is no such thing as a perfect girl. Because nobody's perfect. Nobody. But my Sarah, she was something alright. Absolutely amazing.

I soon get a call. Louis.

"Hello?" I sigh.

"Yeah, I got the girl!" Louis says.

"Good. Do you like her?" I ask.

"Yes, and you weren't kidding. She is absolutely stunning. A perfect catch! Where did you find her?" Louis asks.

"At a club." I smirk to myself. I knew he'd be impressed.

"Well, lucky you." He says.

"Yeah. So when's the next bidding?" I ask.

"Tomorrow. Are you coming?" He asks.

"Sure.."

Sarah's P.O.V

I had woken up from my nap by Harry shaking me.

"What?" I whisper.

"We're going back to London." Harry says.

I sigh. "Really?" I roll my eyes. I was tired of going places.

"Yes really. But don't worry, we'll be back." He says, and that made me feel better. I liked New York a lot.

"Okay." I get out of bed.

"I already got your stuff packed." Harry says.

"Alright." I put shoes on. And then we're out the door.

Harry's P.O.V

Louis got me a private jet so Sarah and I didn't have to take a regular plane. He said that he didn't want anyone to recognize me and have me turned into the police.

Sarah absolutely loves it. I knew she hated being on a regular plane, so this was great for her and me. I was always cautious on a plane, but not this time.

Sarah gets on the bed of the private jet, and wraps the blanket around her.

"Cuddle with me, Harry!" She says. And I do.