***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of this chapter***

The hallway feels like a walk of shame, I'm dreading Harry's reaction to James' horrendous behavior. I can't say I blame him if he does a cut and run. Every inch of my body prays that he doesn't because I'm already emotionally attached to him. The door is open just a crack' I cautiously peek in. He's pacing back and forth, nervously biting his nails. I take a deep breath to compose myself before I step into the room.

My eyes survey his body language for any sign of significant distress.

"Harry I'm so sorry, that was horrible. I completely understand if this is too much for you..."

He doesn't even give me a chance to finish my sentence before he pulls me into a tight embrace. Without hesitation he connects his lips to mine. They taste candy coated after eating pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast. I can smell a trace of soap on his skin from our shower the night before. Our lips are entwined, dancing together perfectly. I've never experienced a kiss with this level of passion before.

My knees are weak, and the room feels like it's spinning.  This is magical, he's cast a spell on me, I spell I hope he never revokes. His hand softly caresses my body, making his way to tangle his fingers in my hair, he then stops to intake a sharp breath.

"He can't scare me away. It's not your fault he's an insufferable prick. He doesn't define you and you've done nothing wrong. I'm not going anywhere; I promise you that."

"You're too perfect to be real, I don't even know what to say. Nothing can express how loved and safe I feel in your arms. What did I do to deserve you?"

"I was just asking myself the same thing about you."

His lips continue where they left off and without separating, he leads me to the bed and unbuttons my shirt. His breath is heated and he's quickly growing in his pants. I love these damn jeans on him. I can see his cock throbbing just begging to be released.

He's unclasped my bra but decides to take his time removing my jeans and panties. Rubbing his skilled hands up my thighs and over my still clothed center, makes me buzz with excitement. He's rubbing feverishly as he continues nibbling and sucking on my neck, he eventually works his way to my lips. I'm drowning in his kisses, but I don't care.

The lack of oxygen to my brain is overpoweringly euphoric, nothing can stop this, nothing can ground me. It's like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute. I should be terrified, instead I feel peaceful. I have no proof that I'll be safe, all I have is my unsubstantiated faith that I'm not going to fall brutally to the ground. The tighter he holds me, the deeper my belief that he'd never let me hurdle towards the earth to meet my violent metaphorical death. That's the way it was with James, he made me feel dead inside. Harry makes me feel so much more than just alive; I feel like I've been reborn. 

He stops for a moment, his chest heaving and he's out of breath as well. The absence of his lips and tongue on mine are making me crave him even more.

"You need me to take care of you, don't you?"

"I'm dying for you." I whine desperately.

His skin is glowing, sweat is collecting on his forehead as beads of his intoxicating perspiration trickle down on my body. I rock my center against his heavy hand begging for attention, anything he has to offer.

"Do you want me to taste you Princess? You tasted so good last night."

I quiver and nod my head pleading for it, his tongue is amazing and the idea of it caressing my heat again has my head swimming. A smug grin spreads across his face.

I can see he's aching to remove what's left of my clothing. I lift my hips from the bed making it easier for him to rip them off and throw them to the floor.

"Damn Princess, you have such a pretty pussy and you're so fucking wet. Tell me what you want."

"Tongue fuck me Harry. Please I need you." Obeying my command, he hovers over me and gently bites my inner thighs. My body bucks, I enjoy his teeth on my skin. I coil my fingers around his curls forcing his face deep between my thighs. He continues with his biting; his teeth are nipping at my folds making me shudder. When he's done with his teeth, he starts flicking the tip of his tongue on my clit.

"Fuck, that's incredible don't stop. Please, I'm begging you."

He licks me inside and out but focuses most of his attention on my clit. His hands are angrily massaging my thighs, everything he's doing is fulfilling his intent to make me feel the best he possibly can. This sensation is so extraordinary he has me fisting the sheets and squirming uncontrollably as I'm eagerly anticipating the result of his hard work. He utters a few words in between his entrance and exits.

"Princess, you're fucking incredible. Can you cum for me?"

"Uh huh, I'm almost there."

My legs shake as I cinch them around his head. I feel like screaming praises at the top of my lungs for how fucking talented he is at pleasing me. I bite my lip and pitch my hips forward one last time.

"Daddy, here it is. Fuck me, fuck me...oh my god...fuck." The last word is slurred into a drawn-out moan, my whole frame tightens, pauses, and then slowly melts into the bed underneath me. 

I release every bit of pent up sexual energy which is fueled from my constant need for him. It was also an excellent distraction from my lingering irritation about the situation with James.

He laps up my sweetness groaning deeply causing vibrations to shoot throughout my system. He doesn't miss a bit of it. He's the most attentive sexual partner I've ever had. Not that there have been many, but nothing I've ever had compares to this, my head is in a beautiful daze.

"Jesus, I can't feel my legs. Wow..."

Looking up at me from between my legs he grins deliriously while licking his lips.

"That's what Princess gets for being a good little girl."

Sliding his hands up my thighs he crawls on all fours poising himself over me.

"Are you ready to play some more?"

His eyes stare at me filled with undeniable hunger, and his jeans are throbbing because his arousal is desperate for stimulation. I flip the script by throwing him off my body then mounting him.

We both find it enjoyable to play the dominant role and seem just as happy to be submissive to one another. Quickly we've learned to orchestrate a dom-sub switch up relationship in the most delightful of ways.

I grab the scarf that has been haphazardly draped over my headboard for months.

"Give me your hands, now."

Eagerly he offers both wrists, I efficiently tie both to the headboard. Tugging on them to make sure they won't come loose; I'm pleased now that I have complete control over him. He lifts his hips off the bed desperately trying to get some friction against his cock, I push them back down on the bed.

"Did I tell you to move?"

He shakes his head, treading carefully while he's in his most vulnerable state. He opens his mouth to speak but my eyes focus on his, warning him he'll be punished if he says a word.

"You can speak when I say you can."

Erotically I rotate my core over the growth in his jeans. He's biting his lip to hold back any noise from escaping his mouth. All he can do is pant wildly, waiting until I'm ready to give him what he so badly needs.

"You're behaving so well young man; you can speak now."

"Woman please, take my pants off and fuck yourself on my cock. Please."

"Hmmm...so you want me to get rid of these jeans?"

"Uh..."

I place my index finger over his mouth as a signal he no longer has permission to speak. He shakes his head wildly and rolls his head back out of sexual frustration.

"Well let's just see what we can do about that."

Methodically I unbutton his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down with my teeth. He's hyperventilating and struggling to stay still.

"It looks like someone wants attention."

I completely free his cock from the confines of his skintight pants. The tip is bright red and swollen from being neglected.

"Baby please don't tease me I can't take it anymore."

I roll him on his side and smack his ass.

"Did I tell you to talk?" I ask rhetorically. "You'll get what you need if you can be patient for a bit longer."

He nods his head anxiously in hopes that I'll show him some mercy. I'm not ready to grant clemency so I climb off his lap further delaying any form of gratification. His pupils are blown, his eyes are watering, and his length is so hard it looks a bit painful. My fingertips chart every inch of his body barely touching his skin. I've built up so much anticipation trying to drive him crazy that now I've made myself a wet mess again.

"Harry you can speak now. Do you think you've been a good boy? Do you deserve a treat?"

"Damnit Love. Put my dick in that wet pussy. Ride me until you make a fucking mess of me. Give me my hands back, please I want to touch you. I promise I'll make you feel good." He says through gritted teeth.

"Oh, don't worry I'm gonna fuck myself on you but you're not getting your hands back yet. Do you understand?"

"Fine, yes I understand." He whimpers.

"That's a good boy."

I mount his lap again, zealously I slide down onto his dick. He stretches me delightfully; I react by clawing at his chest with my nails to relieve myself from the twinge of pain. He screams out my name when my teeth bite down on the heated flesh of his neck.

"Whose dick is this? C'mon you can tell me."

He can hardly get the words out, his focus is nonexistent, he's lost in his pleasure.

"It's yours Baby. You can do whatever you want with it."

"Louder!" I scream boldly.

"It's yours." He shouts.

I lift my hips several times making sure I ride the whole length of his cock then thrust him hard inside me again and again. We're both tensing, the buildup of our wanton lust is reaching unknown heights. A colossal explosion is looming and inevitably going to happen.  I'm ready to have his hands on me. As I'm still riding him, I swiftly untie him from the bed posts. It's like letting a caged animal loose, without warning he's pinned me on the bed and once again he's the ruler of my body.

"I'm so close, I'm gonna fill you up."

Denying him pure dominant reign over me has caused a welcomed aggression. Spreading my thighs wider he throws my legs over his shoulders, now at the perfect angle to annihilate me. I scream out his name, and a tear runs down my face. The pain is so intense but completely gratifying at the same time.

"Fuck, mother of god...Harry I can't stop I'm cumming."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes Daddy, cum for me."

Within a blink of an eye he's throbbing inside me. Resting his forehead on my chest begging for a cleansing breath.

"Wow, that was...amazing."

Our chests grievously searching for a way to find a normal breathing pattern. We both collapse on the bed, all our energy spent on one another. I scoot close to him so I can lay my head on his chest. I've found my new home, because it feels safe here.

"Trying to go out may be a little much for today. I tell you what, let's go to my place so we can relax and have some quiet time just the two of us. If we're at my place there'll be no more surprise visits from the ex. We can be alone there, and I can take advantage of you in whichever room I please. I promised you a date, so we'll go out to dinner later tonight. What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect, and I'm sure Sam will appreciate not having to listen to our bedroom activities anymore."

"You're probably right, we were a little loud this time."

"A little?"

He chuckles while kissing my neck.

"Let me grab a few things and we'll take off."

He leans in for one more slow passionate kiss. I briefly reciprocate but avoid prolonged exposure to his lips.

"Babe, if you don't stop, we'll never leave this room. Behave yourself, we can have some more fun later. I promise."

He tries to fake a pout but can't keep himself from grinning.

"Yes ma'am you're the boss."

"And don't you forget it."