Harry Styles

The next time I woke up, I was not alone in bed. I was definitely confused but also very cosy and warm and felt safe. There was a whole body pressed up behind me and arms held me with legs between mine. A steady heart beat and breathing, too. And a very well-known perfume.

Renleigh Kensington.

I stirred around a little and moved my mouth as I swallowed. My eyes felt really small and they kind of hurt, too.

"Well, good morning at night," I heard the low voice from behind me and I smiled with my eyes closed. Gosh, this was so fucking nice. I have wanted this for so long. A lovely voice to wake up to, a warm cuddle... just someone who loved me and cared for me.

"You stayed," I muttered. My voice sounded very deep and I cleared my throat and licked my lips.

"Did I?" she asked back.

"Yeah," I chuckled under my breath. I detached my body from hers and turned around, my back cracked as I did so until I faced my stunning woman. Fuck. She was so pretty. From her eyebrows to her nose and lips and cheeks and chin and forehead and eyes... all of her. She was beautiful.

"I know my makeup is like... shit, it's been on for hours, so quit judging me," she scrunched up her nose and I smiled as my right hand snuck on her hip and pulled her closer to me. I tucked my face in the crook of her neck and enjoyed the way she ran her hand up my arm to my neck until her fingers got lost in my hair.

"You're pretty," I mumbled the compliment which she probably pretended like she didn't hear. A soft sigh left my lips as I sniffled, my head began to ache a lot more than I initially noticed.

"Pretty damn tired, yeah."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," I let her know as I pulled away and pushed myself up on the bed. The cover slipped off of my upper body and the cool air licked up my exposed arms. I had the tendency of forgetting I had air-conditioning and although it was set on a timer, it did usually make the whole house feel like a damn fridge at the most inconvenient times.

"I meant more mentally than physically," she said. "I just feel like the week off I have had kind of slowed me down and now that I'm back at the office I feel... overwhelmed. In a good way, of course."

"Have you thought of... you know. Cutting back on what you do? Like, look. I understand you are really invested in your company and so am I. But people are looking for jobs all the time... maybe employees you already have would love to take up some more responsibilities... I don't know. It's just-, you always say how stressed you are and after this little incident... I don't know. It worries me that it'll happen again but maybe worse. I think you should think about it and don't fight me on it."

"I appreciate what you are trying to do, really. But I know why I felt overwhelmed and I controlled it perfectly. Please, don't worry about it," she said quickly as she laid on her back. "Plus, you have other things on your plate to deal with, I really shouldn't pile my shit on it."

"I told you I'm here for you and that means dealing with whatever you give me," she sat up next to me and placed her chin on my shoulder, her hands held onto my arm as she linked hers over mine and sighed. I never thought I would see the day she becomes somewhat clingy but I absolutely adored it.

"Maybe. But you are sad now and I want you to be sad until you are not sad anymore," she mumbled. With each word, her jaw deepened into my shoulder and it felt a bit weird as she spoke. "Are you sad?"

"Deep down, yeah," I nodded. "I need things to distract me, though. I really don't want to cry over him anymore."

"It's okay if you do. You told me it is," she reminded me. "I don't mind you crying. I actually think it's pretty damn cool of you, you know... like, I could never break down like this and rely on someone so much."

"Maybe you should," I whispered.

"Maybe," she sighed. Her lips began to press kisses on my skin soon after, the feel of them was barely there. They were feather-like kisses. They made me close my eyes as they relaxed me. Until she reached my neck and made her way up the side slowly. "You smell so good."

"I do?"

"Mhm," she hummed in my ear. "You smell like sleep and comfort and your cologne. It makes me want to make you mine," she breathed and I swear I almost choked on my spit. My lips parted and tried to swallow as hard as it was possible to get rid of the knot in my throat. "You wanted distraction, did you not?"

"What did you h-have in mind, exactly?" I asked her as I stumbled on my words a little. Her closeness was new, even though we were cuddled in bed, legs tangled under the warm cover.

"How about you tell me what you had in mind?" she questioned, her body on top of mine by this time. She sat on my lap with her arms around my neck as I kept myself up by my hands, both of them a little farther back as I leaned on them for support.

"What makes you think I had anything in mind?" I smirked with my eyes closed. Although I did have things in my mind when those words left my lips, I enjoyed the way she played with me. And oh, how I was going to enjoy it later...

"Oh, I know how dirty you are," she chuckled with her fingers in my hair and her lips on my jaw. I turned my head to the side which allowed her more access to my skin. Her gestures felt like fire and they burned in a way I didn't mind. "So, are you going to tell me or will I have to guess?"

"I'll let you guess."

She hummed in response, her lips left my skin and I felt as she leaned back. Slowly, my eyes opened and there she was. With a smirk but innocent eyes. She tapped her lips with her fake nail and I swear she licked the tip of her finger before she swiped it along my bottom lip. My stunned facial expression caused her to giggle and she pushed me down onto the mattress without any force. Her body towered over mine, hands on my chest as she swirled her hips around once. She thought she was being slick with it, I had a feeling I wasn't meant to notice or perhaps it was an 'accident' on her part.

"Do you..." she stopped for a few seconds then carried on. "...want me to kiss you?" she questioned as the guessing game began. Easy answer – yes. Long and more truthful answer – no. I guessed she sensed my dislike towards that option, not that it was bad. It just wasn't enough. "I asked, do you want me to kiss you?"

Fuck. She is so hot when she goes all dom on me.

"No," I replied with an amused smile on my lips. I folded my arms behind my head and although I thought her eyes would follow my every move, instead, she kept her gaze on mine. Intensely. She moved her hips into mine again and I sucked in a sharp breath. "Stop."

She scoffed. "You don't get to tell me what to do, handsome," she tapped my cheek a little with her right hand before she placed it back on my chest. "In case you couldn't tell, you're under my control."

"You are on top of me, sure. In control? Try again, baby," I winked at her then out of nowhere, I felt a set of five fingers wrapped around my throat. She raised her eyebrow at me with a serious facial expression, her hazel eyes bored into mine as she waited for my reaction. But I was too shocked to do anything. I couldn't even breathe.

"Now," she inhaled deeply. "Since you seem to be thinking you will get any say in this, I feel like I should strip you of any power you may think you have."

I swallowed with her hand still around my neck. It wasn't a tight grip, but it was there. I was still stunned by just how dominant she was considering that this was the first proper time she showed it. Sure, she took over in Paris, but I felt like that was the most she would do.

Guess I was fucking wrong.

"Oh, yeah?" I found myself saying with a smug grin on my lips. Again, she looked at me with curiosity all across her face, she challenged me which was such a fucking turn on. Hell, her hand around my throat was a fucking turn on. My dick was already somewhat hard just from those few hip swirls, kisses and grip. "How will you do that, darling?"

Her eyes burned as she stared into mine, the need to shut me up was making her mad. God, I fucking loved this. No one ever went full dom on me before and it was going to happen. Or, well, maybe not full dom, but I was still going to be controlled. And that shit turned me on so much, I swear I could have busted a nut in my boxers just from the thought.

Kensington disappeared into my walk-in wardrobe as I laid there and waited. I was in so much shock and I was so excited that I didn't even want to move. What would I have even done? I just wanted to be dominated and that was all. Fuck. She was so gonna make me cum. I just knew it. She was so determined to make sure I shut the fuck up, I knew I was going to be crying and begging her to let me reach my orgasm.

Soon enough, she came back with something I thought I fucking hid away. I really didn't think I had anything of that sort out but perhaps I was wrong. Again. But I didn't mind. This was going to be good.

"I knew you were a dirty little boy, but damn you, Styles," she smirked as she stepped up on the bed and sit back down on me. I did notice she glanced down at my boxers, my cock stirred under the material from all the thoughts that filled my mind. "Is red your favourite colour then?" she questioned as she hooked her index finger under the metal and let it swing for a bit.

"Yes."

"Mhm," she hummed again. "So, I'm assuming you wouldn't mind the colour surrounding your wrists, yeah?" she asked but didn't even wait for an answer as she clasped the cuffs around my mentioned body parts. She pushed my arms above my head, her fingers, but nails to be specific, ran down my skin and caused me to shiver. "Much better, yeah?" she asked in a deeper voice, her emotions fully through it now.

"Why the cuffs?" I asked.

"I wanted a tie first then the beauty caught my attention," she shrugged. "Why? Do you not like it?"

"I wouldn't have it if I didn't like it, would I?"

"Fair point," she nodded. "Now, back to what we were chatting about before, shall we?" she looked at me as she turned back to her dom side. "Do you want me on top, like this?"

"N-no," I stuttered which confused her and I at the same time. She licked her lips before she rolled her hips into mine again. "Please..."

"A-a," she chuckled. "For every no, I get to move," she stated. "I need to get something out of this, do I not?"

"Of-of course," I swallowed.

"Very well," she smirked. "How about... my hands here?" Kensington questioned with her smug facial expression whilst her hands travelled under my tank top. My stomach heaved up and down fast as she slid her fingers up and up on me, her touch left my body covered in goose bumps.

"No..."

"Well, then how about this?" she asked with her fingers on my nipples. She drew circles on them, the feeling made me hiss in pleasure and I hated how sensitive they were. My eyes screwed shut in ecstasy but I knew just from her chuckle under her breath that she had her infamous smirk on. "So, is that all you want, handsome?"

"N-no... more. Please."

"Ah, the first plea of the night," she chuckled. "Well then," her hips rolled and so did my head. I was so hard at this point that she could have just breathed on me and I would have combusted. I tugged my hands a little, only for the metal to deepen into my skin. "Aw, darling, that'll do no good..."

"Hurry up," I sighed heavily and pushed my hips up to meet hers. I needed more friction. Her little swirls were basically my punishment for declining her offers. But I just needed my dick sucked. So bad.

"Now, that's not it, Styles," she scolded me. "Are the handcuffs not enough to keep you tame?"

"N- yes. They are."

"What was that?" her breath was insanely close to my ear, my neck, my cheek. God. I felt her all over me. Her hands still under my top, her hips on mine that she swirled around again and again. "So, they are not enough then, is that what you are saying?"

"No, they are."

"I don't think that's what you said, baby," she sighed as she sounded like she gave up. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Please... make me cum," I broke out in a loud sigh followed by a whimper as she moved on top of me. Her nails scratched their way down my stomach which made me tense up and hold my breath back. When her fingers reached the band of my joggers, she let her nails move along my lower abdomen, my mouth dropped open and I breathed heavily. "Baby, please..."

"More and more pleas... god, I love the sound of those," she giggled. "So, is that what you want? My hands around you?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... interesting," she mumbled as she slid down on my legs, and just with her index finger, she outlined my hard dick. I couldn't hold the moan back that built up in the back of my throat and I thanked the lord that I had no really close neighbours. "I'm assuming you wouldn't want my mouth then, no?"

"Fuck... I do. Can I? P-please," I sighed when I felt her massage me through my joggers and boxers. I needed to cum so bad. She was so cruel.

"I'm not sure, actually," she sighed, her tone held so much uncertainty I wanted to grab all the energy I had in me and push her under me. But this was too good to ruin. "Could you get my mouth? Perhaps. Do you deserve it? No, definitely not. Do you know why not, Styles?"

"Why?"

"For making me want to hurry up and saying no to me so many times," she said. "You are so impatient, baby, I don't fuck with that."

"I'm not... I swear," I gulped as I looked at her. She still had her hands on me and I was ready to lose all my self-control and cum in my boxers. "I-I'm good, I am. I swear."

"Do you, now?" she chuckled. "Alright."

Her hands gripped my joggers and she slowly pulled it down my legs. I pushed my hips up to make it easier for her and in no time, I was left in my boxers.

"A thigh tattoo?" she questioned quietly.

"Yours... you can have it," I panted. "Just let me- let me cum."

"Nah, a-a," she shook her head. "Although, you seem ready, don't you?" she chuckled as she tapped on my hardened dick. I wore grey boxers and my leaked pre-cum stained the material, a large spot was so much darker than the rest. "Gosh, you are quite the size, are you not? I reckon we'll have our fun."

"Yes- yes, we will. Please," I sighed and my eyes screwed shut again as she gripped my cock through the only material that separated her touch from my skin. "Just- just-," I panted and swallowed between my stutters.

"So, what did you exactly have in mind, pretty?"

"You- you and- and your mouth, your tongue for sure. Your- your hands on my- my balls and me down your throat... god, me down your throat, please."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she questioned with a giggle. "You, down my throat... tell me, when was the last time you treated yourself, hm?"

"H-How?"

"My bad... when was the last time someone treated you?"

"Dunno... long ago," I sighed in pleasure.

"I have to change that," she said right away. "So, my mouth then, yes?"

"Fuck, yes! Yes, please, pretty please," I begged. Just like I thought I was going to. "Let me use your throat, please. Fuck..."

"Use my throat, did you say?" she stopped pulling down my boxers as her voice changed to a tone I couldn't quite describe. My mind was far too gone. "Did you just say you want to use my throat?"

"Yes..."

"Hmmm... are you sure about that, handsome?"

"Ren, baby..." I panted. "Please. My cock is so hard... hurts. Please."

"Alright, alright," she sighed and in one swift motion, my lower half was bare. "Gosh, look at you," she sounded amazed as I sighed in content, the material no longer trapped me under.

Her hands did.

Fuck, they felt so good. Her wrists moved easily after she smeared my pre-cum all over, the feeling so good, it made my head spin. I couldn't control my breath as she worked me with her hands then something warm – her breath – hit my tip.

"Please," I cried out and tried to move my hips up, only to feel her push me down.

"No," she stated. "Down."

"Kensington," I groaned when she went back to using her hands. It was slow. Torturous. She knew what she was doing. Of course, she did. That was why I couldn't shove my fingers into her hair – my hands were cuffed. I was helpless. And horny. "Baby, suck me off."

"You really are impatient," she sighed. "Did I not tell you I don't like impatient people?"

"Please..."

"Did I not tell you that?" she asked in a stern voice. She didn't touch me anymore. My dick just stood against my stomach, red and throbbing as she denied me the pleasure of her hands. Or mouth. "Answer me, pretty."

"Yes- I don't know. I'm sorry," my heart went insane in my chest and my dick hurt from being so hard. I just needed her to help me cum. I needed my hands freed so I could tug on myself and just explode finally.

"I'm sure you are sorry."

"I'm good, I promise- I promise," I begged more. "I'm gonna ex-explode."

"No, you won't, silly boy," she gripped my thighs a little and I shuddered. Her touch burned me and it was so nice. I needed her around me more. Then suddenly, I felt a pair of lips on my tip for the shortest amount of time. "There," she sighed. "For... for letting me have you."

"Thank-thank you," I moaned. "More, please."

"Alright," she gave in again and I decided I would not disobey her.

Her hands were back around my shaft, tight and slippery as she picked up a pace. I was a moaning mess, sweat built around my hair line in seconds. My teeth were deep in my bottom lip and I fisted my hands so hard, I was sure my skin turned white. I felt her lips on my lower stomach, kisses along my tattoos and her hot, wet tongue on my skin as she lowered her head to my throbbing part.

Loudly, I moaned when her tongue flattened out against my hard dick, she licked a long stripe from the base to the top. She never touched my tip and it ached so badly to be treated. I whined, held my breath back when she was close to it again then let it out when she moved away.

"Gosh, you are beautiful, you know that?" she sighed. Her words didn't get to me for a few seconds then I opened my eyes to find her stare on my face. I knew I was red as a tomato – or perhaps the colour of my tip – and she was proud to have me like that. She looked it.

I mumbled something incoherent then focused on the way she worked on me instead. It was so slow and long-winded but I loved it so fucking much.

"Kiss me," I breathed. "Please... I need to be in your mouth."

"You'll love it, pretty," she told me. But I already knew that. So warm and wet. Gosh. "Don't keep it quiet, handsome."

Those were the last words she said before she took me in her mouth and my mind went crazy. Crazier than it did before. I was so loud I was kind of embarrassed and my hips had a hard time staying put. Especially with her skilful tongue on my tip and her busy fingers on my balls, I found it hard to stay sane.

When I looked down at her, I wanted to push her away and get down on one knee to ask her to marry me. She looked so good with my dick in her mouth, her lips all over me, saliva everywhere... she was gorgeous.

"Gosh," I moaned as my head hit the mattress again, my eyes rolled into the back of my head when she pulled back a little and her mouth sucked on my tip. Just the tip. I thought I was going to cum, I was one breath away from my orgasm when she let go of me completely. "No.... no no no no no. Please. Please. Let me cum," I whined as my eyes teared up. It hurt so much.

"Aw, baby," her hand stroked my cheek as she hovered over me. I opened my eyes as a tear rolled down my temple but she caught it before it reached the cover under me. "You really want to cum, hm?"

"I'm begging, please," I looked at her with hopeful eyes. "I will be a good boy. I promise. I will be. I am."

"I'm sure you are, handsome," she smiled at me and she pushed her fingers through my hair, her lips pressed a kiss on my mouth before she nudged her nose against mine. "I will take care of you, pretty."

"Please..."

She crawled back down and didn't come up until I was a mess. A crying mess. My throat hurt a little bit from all the groans and moans she got out of me, my stomach never felt so tense before an orgasm that was worth waiting for. I have not felt that sensitive after one in forever – perhaps never.

I sniffled when I felt myself grow soft again, Kensington's lips kissed their way up my abdomen, stomach and neck until she tucked her face in my neck. She sighed when I shifted a little and pulled away, her arms wrapped around me with my hands still cuffed. More tears rolled down but this time it was due to the amazing feeling of euphoria that still lingered in my system.

"No need to cry, handsome," she mumbled as her fingers wiped away my tears. I chuckled to myself as I opened my eyes and found her smiling at me. "Your eyes are so pretty when you cry."

"Well, fuck," I laughed and she smirked.

"It's true. Your eyes seem greener and your lashes are so long and they stick together which makes them so pretty. And your cheeks are flushed and your lips are so red and puffy," she explained.

"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled. "Now, get me out of these cuffs."

"Right... she laughed as she let go of me. "I don't know where the key is..."

"Are you serious right now?" I asked her and groaned.

"It's your fault for leaving your shit around like this!"

"Fuck... okay. Um. It should be in my closet... maybe where my watches are? I think I remember just chucking it in there."

"Why is it not attached to the damn thing?"

"Because it would be easy to get out of it, duh," I rolled my eyes. "Just go and get it."

She muttered something under her breath as she got off the bed. She still had my joggers on and they looked amazing on her. I could tell she swayed her ass in front of me on purpose and when she looked back over her shoulder then winked at me, that pretty much confirmed it.

"Goddamit..." I mumbled and shook my head at how crazy this woman was.

And how crazy I was about her.

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a.n.
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harry found the woman of his dreams didn't he he's baso set for life esp when it comes to bjs hehehe love this for him also i'm gonna fuck up their development soon like character wise so i apologise for that but then the chapters i'm writing now are all back to good and ohmygod i need to stop spoiling it

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