Eighteenth Lesson : How to dominate p3
"You get punished."
The shit-eating grin that had plastered on his face made a cold shiver run from the very core of my body. Biting my lip, I tugged on the ropes that were wrapped around my wrists, whimpering lowly when the rough material cut into my skin lightly.
"Stay still, babe." Harry whispered, the big smirk still curling up the corner of his lip. "You're gonna get marks."
Asshole. I would've said it loud and clear if I hadn't been spread open while tied up to a bed. And also, if there weren't a fire slowly burning at the pit of my stomach, threatening to consume me whole if he didn't do something in the next couple of seconds. Anything. I didn't care. Seconds was all he had.
I could have bet that if I even tried to stand up, my legs would've been wobbly and weak. I could feel the quick pulse right on the top of my thigh and my head was still a little foggy, my breathing coming to a relaxed, slow breathing at last.
I didn't want to say anything. Well, actually I did, every little dirty thing that went through my mind. I wanted to tell them, to yell them, to moan them. But I continued looking at him instead, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as he slowly crawled back on the bed, standing up in front of me. His towel had fallen off somewhere, and he looked glorious. Good God, he was fucking glorious. His long, strong legs; his abs; the ink that was scattered on his skin. God, I could hardly believe I had him.
"Be right back." He smirked with ease, already walking out the door.
"Harry!!" I screeched. "Come back! This is so uncomfortable!!"
Asshole, I repeated in my mind while I heard his faint steps as he made his way downstairs. It was only now that I was alone, and I was starting to pull on the strings, that I let my mind consider his words.
Punishment. I was excited, scared, turned on, scared. Jesus, he needed to hurry up. Cold air was hitting my skin and I threw my head back, looking out of the window that was facing the bed. The sky was a swirl of oranges and pinks and very soon we were going to be wrapped up in the night.
A sharp gasp got caught in the middle throat all of the sudden, and I looked down only to find out that Harry was already in the room. He was crawling on the bed, but his hand was hovering over me, his fingertips dripping with the cold liquid that was running down my bare stomach. It was freezing.
"Are you ready, babe?"
"God." I breathed.
"Are you gonna be good a girl?"
I didn't have the time to respond or the wits to do it. Fuck, what are you doing? Was the only thing that came to mind anyway.
Harry looked at me with a mocking smile and he put the ice cube in his mouth, my eyes fixed on him. I couldn't look away, even if I tried. He quirked his eyebrow and slowly, oh so slowly, started to lean down, the ice cube melting in his mouth.
His lips were cold. So cold, they made me hiss when they came into contact with my skin. He started on my neck, licking small stripes that would barely let me feel the coldness from the ice, but still managed to make me shiver under him. I tilted my head, nonetheless, the only part of my body I had any kind of control over at the moment, and I wanted Harry to be able to do whatever he wanted to it.
"Let me go." I almost pleaded, softly pulling on the ties, my fingers wrapping around the ropes to try to be gentle. He was already licking and softly nibbling on my neck, the coldness from his lips sending sharp jolts of painful pleasure to my body.
