The snow outside was covering the ground, the middle of the night making it appear colder than it actually was. I had arrived from the studio later than I’d hoped, finding my girl fast asleep, hidden beneath the thick cotton sheets that covered her body from me. I could already tell she was naked, as she’d almost always slept that way when the house became too warm from the fire.
Becca’s innocence was adorable. The way her hair cascaded over her breasts, lips slightly pouted, long eyelashes resting on her cheeks, and her slow breathing, evened with a deep sleep. I was never rough with her. And the thought of her naked body beneath the sheets, shy and small, made me want to change that, right now. A small idea crept into my mind, that left a smirk plastering on my lips. I sneaked into the drawers, successfully keeping quiet, pulling out three silk scarves that were hers, and making my way back over to the bedside. Giving a little test try, I shook her sleeping body, seeing if she’d wake up in the middle of my little experiment. She stayed still as a rock, so I took the opportunity to tie her wrists with the two scarves against the headboard, her not waking the slightest, as she was always a deep sleeper. I kicked away my shoes and socks, ridding my jeans and black shirt, crawling in the bed beside her, sliding the blanket away from us, exposing her naked body fully to me. With the third scarf in my hand, I tickled it slowly, seductively down her body, goose bumps erupting on every inch of her skin. She sighed sleepily, still unaware I had her tied up. “Harry, that tickles baby.”
"mm it does?" I chuckled, scooting to a sitting position slowly, so that she didn’t get suspicious at my movement around the bed. I snugly tied the third scarf around her head, covering her eyes, and even then I knew she was still half asleep. She needed to wake up, and I knew just the way.
Swinging my leg over her, I straddled her torso, pressing my lips into hers whilst I roughly scratched my fingernails down her smooth sides. She moaned, and cried out when she figured she couldn’t move or see anything. “H-harry?” She whispered shakily.
"It’s me, love." I groaned, kissing her lips over and over while she breathed heavily. "We’re trying something different, baby." I added softly.
She only nodded her head slowly, cheeks stinging bright pink with embarrassment and modesty. “I’ll take care of you..” I reassured her, kissing lightly down her neck, to the valley of her breasts, stopping when I found her naval. I drug my teeth from her bellybutton to her hipbones, spreading her legs with one arm as my kiss lead between her thighs. I bit the inside of her leg, sucking and leaving a hickey that caused her to wince in pain and pleasure. She’d only been eaten out by me once before, and the feeling was so unfamiliar to her that I gave up. But now, I was determined to make her scream my name, until she couldn’t hold it any longer. She was so soft, so smooth, and wet already on her slick heat. I licked her slit up and down, dipping into her entrance and tongue fucking her while she tugged at the bondage and squirmed beneath me. “Harry please it’s too much, I don’t think I can-” She cried, moaning when I sucked her clit fiercely, and that’s all it took for her to come undone with a loud yell and an arch of the back. “Haaaaaarry!” My name was dragged on through gritted teeth and her failed attempt to pull the scarves away.
"Let’s see.. I’m not done with you just yet." I whispered seductively, sliding two fingers into her heat, pumping in and out at a fast pace. "You’re not getting out of that, so stop tugging." I laughed, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan when my fingers curled to her g-spot, and I lowered my head to flick her clit back and forth watching her come once again.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I withdrew my fingers from her core, sliding my boxers down, lifting her right leg over my shoulder with ease, guiding my cock into her already soaked center. She cried out at the sudden pleasure, biting down hard onto her lower lip. I slid in and out of her, at quite a quick pace, unlike she was used to. Her moans were filling the room over my low groans, and she arched her back and tugged at the scarves on her arms trying to loosen them. But soon, I slammed into her so deep she screamed my name, forgetting about being untied, holding onto the headboard for support. "Harry! Oh, uh, uh, god harry." She was close, but I wasn’t letting her go that easy. A second later, I slid from her, and she whimpered at the loss, and my hands moved to untie her bondage for a brief moment. She was relieved I was cutting her loose; she thought. "Turn around." I growled in her ear. In a split second Becca obliged, rolling over to her stomach, and I retied her hands back to the headboard, but this time using the third scarf into her mouth.
"Scream for me, okay princess?" I murmured, kissing down her neck slowly. She moaned against the fabric, panting heavily. I brought a hand up, slapping her hard on the ass before thrusting back into her tightness. Becca threw her head back, long hair cascading over her shoulder as I slammed repeatedly into her core. "You’re so fucking sexy baby." I groaned.
She whimpered in response, her hips wiggling with each movement I made.
"Come on, come for me." My hand sneaked around her stomach, trailing downward until I made deep circles onto her clit with my middle finger. She cried out loudly, screaming when I rammed into her one more time and we came.
I pulled out, tying her loose from all the scarves, and she laid there breathing heavily not saying a word. “You okay?” I asked softly, just realizing how rough I was, and worry consumed me that I hurt her. She nodded, a small embarrassed smile playing across her plump lips. “That was… amazing.” She giggled.
"You’re so fucking cute." I groaned again, pulling her close to me, running my fingers softly over her hip where bruises indicated I had grabbed her too hard. The slower my hand went, the sooner her breathing evened and she and I had fallen into a quiet sleep, the snow still falling outside.
I woke a few hours later, and opened my eyes to an unfamiliar darkness. “Becca?” I asked, my voice hoarse. My hands moved to reach out to her, when I had realized I was tied up with the scarves. One over my eyes, which explained the darkness, and two on my wrists that were bonded to the headboard. I called her name again, smirking. From the feel of it, she straddled me, tracing circles on my torso with her nimble fingers. My breath caught in my throat, and she whispered, “Harry, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to repay you, did you? I’m not all that much of a good girl, baby.”