Beth's POV

The feel of the vibrator between my legs has me biting my lip instantly as my eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again.

Harry's expression seems to mirror my own and I feel goose bumps start to rise on my skin and my nipples harden under his lustful stare.

I watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lips and the memory of that same tongue teasing the very spot the vibrator is on now has me feeling suddenly hot all over.

I'm so wound up I know I could easily orgasm right now but how bloody quick would that be?

Tease it out a little bit more Beth.

Just a little.

I use my fingers to open my lower lips for him, running the vibrator around the slickened area, moving it down to my entrance and teasing it ever so slightly.

I hear him let out a loud breath and as I look at his face, I see his eyes firmly focused between my legs, his hands gripping the chair so tightly his knuckles are white.

Hmmm...

I push the vibrator in a little more and watch his mouth part slightly as he holds his breath again before I pull it out, causing him to bite his lip.

I decide to push the vibrator in and out of myself a few more times, going deeper each time, small moans slipping from my lips as I feel the vibrations inside my body.

"Does that feel good?" he finally speaks.

"It does," I reply, pulling it out and placing it directly on my clit, letting out a shuddering, almost squealing sound at the sensation on my swollen and sensitive area, "but nowhere near as good as you feel when you fuck me..."

Harry lets out a low groan and after feeling so on edge all day, I quickly start to orgasm, biting down on my lip as my eyes squeeze themselves shut, my hips rolling of their own accord, wishing Harry was between them but knowing that will come soon enough.

I let out a whimper as I finish and open my eyes to see Harry has moved one of his hands to palm himself, his eyes full of lust as he watches me.

"Come here..." he whispers.

"Why?" I teasingly ask, turning the vibrator off.

"Cause I'm lonely all by myself over here while you're over there..." he replies.

"Well I'd hate for you to be lonely," I smile at him, "especially on your birthday..." I stand up and walk over to him, carefully straddling him, my thighs on the outside of his but I fight the urge to sit down on him even though my body is arguing for me to.

"That was so sexy," he mumbles, his hands now slowly making their way up my stocking covered thighs and around onto my bottom, his fingers running over the smooth, cold diamond, curiosity on his face.

"Later," I distract him by bringing his hands around to my front, "and if I remember correctly, I told you to keep your hands on the chair?"

"But you make it so hard, 'specially when you look like this..." his eyes roaming unashamedly over my body, coming to rest on my chest before he looks up at me, grinning.

"Do I have to tie you up?" I ask him, cocking my head to the side.

Harry's breath hitches and the smirk disappears from his face.

"Do I?" I repeat, "is that what you want?" I lean down and whisper into his ear, "do you want me to tie you up, so I can do some very naughty things to you?"

I pull back and look at him, waiting for his response.

He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, but eventually he responds.

"So, what you're saying is," he rests his hands on my thighs again, his fingers digging into my skin slightly, "if I don't keep my hands to myself," his hands wander up over my stomach to cup my breasts, "that you'll have to tie me to the chair?" he squeezes them in his hands before rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.

"If that's what you want me to do," I reply, "you have to want me to tie you up...it's not my choice..." I trail off.

He suddenly grasps what little material is holding my breasts in and pulls down roughly, exposing them to his gaze.

"Guess you better tie me up then because I know I won't be able to keep my hands to myself," he pulls the material towards him and I fall forward, his mouth on a nipple before I can even register.

I let him have his moment, my hands tangling in his hair as his hand moves quickly to feel me between my legs.

"So wet..." he murmurs against my skin, causing me to bite my lip, feeling ready to give in and just let him do whatever he wants to me now.

"S-stop," I reluctantly pull away and push his hands down from me, "this is about you, not me remember?"

He smirks up at me, clearly happy with himself for distracting me and almost succeeding.

Smug bastard.

I move off the chair and walk behind Harry, grabbing the two ties I had put aside earlier just in case it came to this before kneeling and tying one of Harry's wrists to the chair and then the other.

Harry smirks up at me as he watches me walk around to stand in front of him, pulling on the ties, his smirk falling when he realises he can't free himself.

"Problem?" I ask sweetly.

"You really did tie me up," he replies.

"That I did," I respond as I move to straddle him again, picking up the vibrator from beside his leg, "ready to have some fun?" I ask as I turn it on, my other hand moving down and spreading my lips again, so he can see how wet I am still.

"Are you gonna make yourself come again?" he asks, licking his lips.

"No," I reply as I move the vibrator through my slick folds, "I'm gonna make you come."

He looks up at me, a puzzled look on his face as I lower myself down, the vibrator coming to rest on his cock as I sit on him, keeping it in place.

"Fuck!" he swears as his body jolts, "Beth...fuck..." he moves underneath me.

I hold the vibrator in place between us, slowly moving my hips, savouring the sensation but more so, the look on Harry's face.

His head is thrown back and his eyes wide as his breathing becomes fast and shallow before he looks down at the vibrator.

I move it slightly, so it touches the head of his cock and he lets out a gasp.

"Fuck I'm gonna come..." he pants, shaking his head.

"So, come," I reply.

"I don't wanna..." he groans, his chest now heaving as he bites his lip.

"Why not baby?" I ask, "I wanna see you come..."

"It's too quick..." he pants, "too quick..."

"It'll be the first of many," I remind him, "come for me Harry..."

He throws his head back and lets out a guttural moan as a string of profanities falls from his lips and it almost makes me come again just from listening to such obscenities coming from him.

Harry's hips thrust up against me and it's taking an awful amount of willpower to not rip his underwear off and just ride him until we both come again.

Who knew that trying not to have sex with an almost naked Harry Styles would be so damn hard?

"Stop...stop..." he mumbles, and I quickly move off him, turning the vibrator off and returning it to the side table next to the bed, grabbing a glass of ice sitting on it.

"You look awfully flushed there Harry," I tell him as I walk back over to him, "need some help cooling down?"

His eyelids are half closed as he lays there watching me as I place the glass on the floor next to his foot.

I lean down and run my hands up his thighs until I reach the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down slowly over his legs and to the floor, lifting his feet to slide them off before using them to quickly clean him up, throwing them to the side.

"You're definitely flushed there Harry," I smirk, looking down at his heated member before leaning over again and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, earning a drowsy smile in return.

"That was..." he starts, "I've never...wow..." he almost giggles, "that was different."

"Good different?" I ask.

"Fuck yes," he replies as he opens his eyes properly as I move to stand up, "where are you going?"

"Nowhere Harry," I reply as I move my arms around my back and unclasp the lingerie, slipping it off my shoulders so I can wriggle out of it.

I move to roll my stockings off when Harry speaks again.

"Can...can you leave them on? And the shoes?" he asks.

"If that's what you want," I reply, tossing the scrap of material to the side before moving to straddle him again.

"I want," he whispers.

I reach down and take an ice cube out of the glass, letting it run over my lips before trailing it down my neck and between my breasts. The cold ice causing goose bumps to form on my skin and for my nipples to harden. I run the ice over one of my nipples, letting out a hiss at the contact before trailing it over to the other, drops trailing down my skin as it slowly melts. I bring it back up to my mouth and suck on it before crunching it and swallowing it. I lean down and kiss Harry, running my cold tongue over his lips before meeting his warm one, feeling him moan against my mouth.

I pull back and pick up another ice cube, this time running it over his lips and down his neck before tracing it over his nipples. His head falls back again, and he grits his teeth together as his nipples peak and I remove the ice before replacing my mouth where they were, sucking hard on one and then the other before soothing them with my tongue.

I sit up straighter, leaning back so Harry can see and bring the ice back to my own body, peaking my nipples again with it before trailing it down my stomach and between my legs.

Gasping at the coldness, I slowly push it inside before moving my hands away and running them up and down my thighs to distract myself.

"Fuck...baby..." Harry watches my every move, his breath stilling when I reach down and grab his cock in my hand, feeling it throb against my fingers.

"Oh...no..." he whispers as I place it at my entrance and slide down onto him.

The cold from the ice and the heat from his member mixes together causing us to both jolt, for me to moan loudly and Harry to swear obscenities again.

I slide all the way onto him, stopping to adjust to having him inside me fully before I squeeze him with my muscles.

"Untie me," he says.

I move all the way up until I feel just the tip of him before sliding down on him again.

"Fuck," he says through gritted teeth.

I repeat the process a few more times, waiting.

Waiting for the reaction I'm hoping to elicit from him.

"Fucking untie me Beth," he begs, "please..."

I continue to slowly fuck him, moving up and down, one of my hands now cupping my breast, the other holding onto his shoulder for balance.

"Beth..." he says my name in a hoarse whisper.

"Patience," I smirk, "because we both know the second that I untie you, you'll be free to touch me anywhere you want, like here," I reach up and cup both my breasts, pinching my nipples with my fingers, "you'll be free to taste anything you want," I lean down and flick my tongue over his lips before smirking at him, "and you'll be free to smell anywhere you want," I finish, reaching down to run two of my fingers over my clit before bringing them back up to his mouth, watching his nose inhale my scent before he takes them into his mouth and sucks on them, "you'll be free to do whatever you want to me..."

Harry closes his eyes and inhales deeply, taking a few calming breaths before opening his eyes again.

"Fuck me wherever you want, am I right Harry?" I whisper before nipping sharply at his ear.

He glares at me before I lift myself up again and come down harshly on him, looking him dead in the eye.

"Am I right?" I smirk at him, repeating the question.

His eyes darken, filling with lust as I continue to slowly lift myself up and come down again on him, slow and hard.

But I have a purpose.

I want him to be free to explore whatever he wants to do with me tonight.

I want him to let go.

I want him to lose his composure.

I want him to release that animalistic streak that he's currently fighting.

Finally, he closes his eyes, like he's having an inner monologue with himself before his teeth grind together and he leans forward, taking the skin under my collarbone and biting it.

I lean my head back slightly and hiss at the contact before he lets go, his face becoming horrified as he looks at the mark he just made.

I look at the imprint of his teeth, marks so hard there are pinpricks of blood on my skin before looking back at Harry, leaning in and whispering to him.

"There's the Harry I want..."