Pure

fifteen

I wake up by someone nudging me.

"Stop it." I groan.

"Wake up, baby girl," a soft voice whispers in my ear, "I made you breakfast."

He made me breakfast. He is such a gentleman.

I turn to lay on my back and open my eyes to meet those gorgeous green ones.

"Good morning, sunshine." Harry smiles softly at me, "Are you hungry? You better be."

I chuckle and yawn, "Why are you up so early?"

"Early? It's 9 in the morning."

"9?" I yawn again, "9! Oh my God, I need to go to school, first period just started." I shoot up out of bed and gather my things.

"Relax for a second will you?"

"No! I need to go to school!"

Harry grabs my wrist and holds me tightly, "Relax!"

"No! Let go of me!"

"No!"

"Now!"

"No! It's fucking saturday! Relax!" he snaps.

I jump, "S-saturday?"

"Yes! It's saturday."

"I, I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Thank you." he groans and lets go of me.

"What about my mother? Is she home yet?" I fumble with my fingers.

"No," Harry takes a seat on the bed, "I checked if her car was there, plus she texted you she'd get home monday in the evening."

I nod, "Alright."

"Wait, you went through my phone?"

"No," he sighs, "the message just popped onto the screen."

"Okay."

"Now, will you let me bring you your breakfast or what?"

"No, I'll just come downstairs with you. I'm up now anyway." I shrug.

"Fine."

"What's wrong? Did you get your boxers in a twist or something? Got out of bed with the wrong leg? Are you on your period?"

"What the fuck?"

"Sorry."

"Neither of those things you said. It's just that you're so fucking obnoxious."

"I'm obnoxious?"

"Shit, I didn't mean it that way." he apologises and tries to grab me, but I take a step back.

"You sure as hell just said that. What else are you gonna call me? Annoying? A pain in the ass? Irrelevant? You name it."

"What's gotten into you, baby?"

"Don't baby me."

"Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you want."

"Good. You can suck it, Daddy. Stick the whole breakfast up your ass. I'm leaving."

"No! Wait!" he exclaims, "A-are you on your period?" he smirks.

I cross my arms and look at my feet.

"Are you? Is that why you got out of bed in the middle of the night?" I hear him chuckle.

"Stop." I mutter.

"What's that? 'Yes I am'?"

"I didn't say that!" I lift my head.

"So you are? Is that a smile I see across your lovely face?"

"Stop it, will you? You're embarrassing me." I groan.

"Do you want me to buy you some plugs? I could run to the store right now for you."

"Plugs?" I grin.

"Yeah, those things you put inside your vagina to stop the bleeding. Plugs."

"Tampons, you mean?"

"Yeah, whatever they're called."

"Plugs." I snort.

"Hey! No need to laugh at me. I didn't know." he shakes in hair and pushes it back up.

Shit, that was hot.

"What?" he frowns.

"Nothing." I lie.

"No, tell me what's on your mind, baby. You never want to tell me."

"No, only I can know."

"Please?"

"Fine! You are." I admit, "You are on my mind, okay?"

"What about me?"

"You're funny."

"Tell. Me." he demands, inching closer to me.

"I don't know! Just you. You're cute."

"Cute huh?"

"Fine! You're super hot! Irresistable, Daddy!" I chuckle.

"That's sounds better! Let's go eat breakfast!"

"Really? That's all you're gonna say?"

Harry chuckles, "Come on, baby girl."

* * * * * *

"This is so good!" I moan.

"You know what else is good?" Harry smirks.

"God, I don't even want to know." I say as I take another mouthful of pancakes Harry prepared for me. They're amazing!

"I'm telling you either way."

"Fine."

"You sucking my dick is good."

I cough, "Excuse me. I didn't even do that yet."

"'Yet'."

"Oh, shut up! And I beg to differ, now we're talking about that kind of stuff. I think you in between my legs was good."

"Yes! I can agree to that! Want me to do that again?"

"No." I lie, "Well, yeah, but, you know, not as of right now." I admit.

"So you want me to? Honestly." he gives me a devilish grin.

"Yes." I say with a mouthful.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy." I swallow my pulverized pancakes.

"Good girl. You know what good girls get?"

"No?"

"They get rewarded."

I gulp.

"You wanna know what your reward is?"

I nod. God, yes!

"Speak with words, please." he demands, "Do you want to know what your reward is?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

"Pleasure." he stands up and grabs my hand.

"What are we gonna do, Daddy?"

"I think it's time we have a little shower."

"Together?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Daddy."

"I'm gonna wash every part of your body, really good."