Maybe Teasing Wasn't Such a Good Idea- (H.S.)

She knew she wasn’t going to get away with this for very much longer as she casually bent forward in front of Harry, letting her shirt fall open, exposing her cleavage inches from his face. Harry let out a slow breath, the warm air from his lungs, raising goose bumps along her skin. She’d been teasing him like this all day, subtle touches here and there, a few choice words whispered in his ear, and now it was starting to take its toll. His expression was dark as she sat across from him at the small secluded table in the restaurant.

Harry picked up his glass, the amber colored liquid swirling around, the slowly melting cubes of ice clinking against its edges. He took a slow, deliberate sip, keeping his eyes locked on her face. She could feel the flush creeping up her chest and onto her neck. She pressed her legs together under the cover of the table, thinking to herself that maybe teasing him all day hadn’t been the best decision.

“Angel…” Harry’s deep voice made her heart jump in her chest. “You know that this can go both ways, don’t you?” His eyes locked with hers. She could see the lust hidden behind them and feel the hunger in his veiled threat.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound braver than she actually felt. “Is that so?’

He smirked and she knew she’d said the wrong thing. She’d essentially just given him an invitation to tease her with everything he had in him.

He set his glass down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and touching his fingers together as if he was about to make a business proposition. His voice was low, rumbling deeply, but only carrying as far as her ears. "You don’t seem to see that I can easily hold the upper hand here. You may have been teasing me all day, but guess who you will be with all night? No people around to save you. No eyes other mine to see you.” He slowly played with his bottom lip and her eyes couldn’t seem to look away. “You know that sound you make, that sort of purring sound deep in your throat when you feel my fingers stroking your flesh from the inside? Do you know that sound, my little kitten?”

Underneath the table, she clenched her thighs together in hopes of quelling some of the throbbing ache she felt. Her center was already wet and ready and his words were not helping matters.

“I do so love that sound. That little purr is like music to my ears.” He sat back, as if he was thinking hard about something very important. “I think when I get home, I’m going to have you make that exact noise.” He cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed. His hand disappeared under the table and suddenly she felt it on her knee slowly spreading her legs apart. He acted as if nothing untoward was happening at all, only continued to speak in a soft voice that only she could hear. “Actually I’ve changed my mind. I think I’d like you purring for me in the car on the way home.” He pinched her inner thigh and she sucked in a breath, making him grin. “First, I’m going to spread these little legs of yours apart. Then, I’m going to stroke my fingers over those pretty little lace panties I know you’re wearing right now. I bet they are soaked through at this very moment. I bet with one little touch I could make you come.” He made a tsk sound with his tongue. “But my poor little kitten, she doesn’t get to come so easily. No, I’m going to touch you, fondle you, caress you until I know that you can’t take it anymore. Then when I have you standing right at the edge, your whole body begging me to let you fall, I’m going to stop. I’m going to lick my fingers clean, enjoying the sweet tang of your arousal, and I’m going to wait. Then when I know that you have finally calmed down I’m going to sink my fingers into you again. I am going to push them in so deep that my knuckles will be trying to delve inside, but I’m still not going to let you come.” He shakes his head as she lets out a shudder of a breath. “No, my lovely sweet girl, you won’t get to come until I say so. By the time we get home you won’t be able to walk. Your legs will be shaking, your whole body trembling, all from my touch.” He pulled his hand from her legs and raised it back above the table. He held up his fingers, examining them carefully. “I can do a lot with these if you remember correctly. So I want you to remember when we are in the car and you feel them inside you and you’re begging me to let you come, remember all those looks and touches and glimpses you gave me today.”

He leaned back in his seat, a cocky grin on his face. “Yes, you should look scared. Because I have plans for you. Even after we get home, you will still be at my mercy. I’ll carry you into the house and rest you on our bed.”

He licked his lips and eyed your chest with complete lack care for the people around him. The desire in his eyes, making you grow impossibly wetter.

“I’m going to strip you completely. I want you laid out in front of me like a feast because that’s how I’m going to treat you. I am going to taste, lick, suck, nip and bite every inch of your skin. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging again for me to make you come. And I will.” He paused and looked at her seriously. “When it’s time, that is. When that moment comes I will sink myself deep inside you, slowly filling you, just the way I know you like it.”

He leaned forward again and cupped her chin in his large hand. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

She let out a long breath, her whole body shivering with his words and Harry sat back with a satisfied smirk.

“I think it’s time to go now, don’t you?” He held up his hand and their waiter walked quickly over to their table. He smiled knowingly at her. “I think we’ll take the check, please.”

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