Page 82 of Madness

His fingers linger on my cheek, tracing the curve of my jawline before sliding down to rest on my neck.

“Yi know, Red,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a devilishly handsome smile, “yir nothing but a wee slut, aren’t yi? Always flirting with the others in front a me, making me crave just thesmallest ounce of yir attention. Teasing me with the little games yi love tae play. But tonight, yir playing my game, and yir gonna learn yir place.”

His words sent a jolt of lust through me, a strange thrill bubbling up in my stomach from his words as wetness blooms between my legs.

I couldn’t deny the excitement that pumps through my veins as he continues to speak, each word dripping with delicious intent.

“Kneel down,” he commands sharply. “Now.”

I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but the look in his eyes, the way he’s holding himself over me with such authority… well, I sink to my knees, resting my hands on my thighs.

Harry smirks, pleased with my submission, and I preen in response.

He crouches down in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches out, unbuttoning the black and white checkered shirt I wore today. The fabric falls open, revealing the black lacy bra underneath.

He reaches out, tracing the edge of the lace with his finger, his touch gentle.

“Such a pretty wee thing,” he purrs, “but wi both know whit yi really are, don’t we? A filthy whore, desperate for my attention.”

My cheeks burn with shame, but I don’t tear my gaze away from his.

There’s something almost hypnotic about the way he’s staring at me, like he would give me the world if I asked him to.

He leans closer, his breath hot against my ear, “Tell me, Mo ghràdh. Do you like it when a call yi a slut?”

I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond.

The truth is, a part of me fucking loves it, and the way it makes my skin tingle in anticipation, but the other part of me feels like I have no dignity if I nod my head.

Harry seems to sense my hesitation as he chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Dinna worry, I already ken the answer. Yi love it, don’t you?” he strokes his finger down past my bra and down my stomach.

His hand slides down to the waistband of my skirt, his fingers deftly unzipping it and pushing it down over my hips. I lift myself slightly to help him remove it, my movements obedient even without him telling me to.

He reaches for the hem of my panties, pulling them down slowly, his gaze raking over my naked form, savouring every inch of exposed skin, “Look at you,” he gulps, “So eager fir me ti use yi, so desperate for me ti take control. Well, you’ve got yir wish, don’t ya?”

He stands, grabbing a fistful of my red locks and yanking my head back so I’m forced to look at him. The pain is sharp, but it only heightens the arousal coursing through my body.

He bends low, his face hovering over mine, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks, “Open yir mouth,” he orders, his voice a low growl, “and keep it open.”

I obey, parting my lips slightly.

Harry’s free hand moves to the front of his trousers, tugging them down until his erection spills free. The sight makes my stomach flutter.

“That’s right,” he mutters, his grip on my hair tightening, “Show me how much o a slut yi really are.”

He guides the tip of his cock to my lips, pressing it against them. Tentatively, I open my mouth wider, allowing him to push inside.

The taste of him fills my senses, salty and musky, and I find myself sucking lightly.

Harry groans, the sound vibrating through his shaft and into my mouth.

“Fuck, Red,” he breathes, his voice thick with lust, “Yir such a good wee cocksucker, aren’t ya?”

His praise sends a rush of pleasure through me, and I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each movement.

Harry’s hand tightens in my hair, guiding my pace as he thrusts deeper, his hips moving in time with my efforts.

“Yes, that’s it,” he growls, his voice strained, “Take it all, yi dirty wee bitch. Show me how much yi love having my cock inyir mouth.”

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