Little Bird

The journey up the stairs felt like the longest walk I’d ever taken, the length increasing the anticipation and crippling anxiety as the seconds passed. And then at the same time it was over far too soon, and I found myself standing nervously in Harry’s bedroom; door firmly shut.
Knots tied dangerously in my stomach, as if rope was wrapping itself around my vital organs as a result of Harry’s potential actions. I tried in vain to control my wildly beating heart, gulping the lodge that had wedged itself in my throat as I wiped my sweaty palms on the fabric of my jeans. My mind spun out on control with contradicting questions and thoughts and feelings, and I had to chastise myself quickly as I feared my inability to cope with anxiety might spring on an abrupt panic attack.
“Birdy,” Harry spoke quietly, but I found no comfort in his tone.
“Pull down your pants for me.”
My eyes widened drastically, so much so I thought they might pop out my head, and I stared back at him, taking a step back as tears threatened to spill onto my cheeks. My head began shaking instinctively No No No. I sniffed as I begged at him with my wide and fear-filled eyes, pleading with my forlorn features. I was definitely going to have a panic attack.
I didn’t want to have sex with him; and I most definitely did not want to have sex with him with my told to do so ‘pull down your pants for me’.
Harry stood from the bed and closed the distance between us as I attempted to increase it, but my back reached the wardrobe; trapped. His expression was calm as he approached me, and it softened noticeably as he took in my own terrified expression and tear-filled eyes.
“Birdy, I need you to trust me, okay? Can you do that for me?”
I gazed into his green orbs, all teasing and taunting and mischief evaporated. He seemed sincere, and although he had given me no reason to trust him, but every reason not to, and although I was worried and sceptical and frightened; I found myself wanting to trust him.
Wearily I nodded my head a little, causing him to smile, but it was gone as quick as it appeared. His hand recaptured mine and he led me to the bed were he sat down.
“Take down your pants and bend over my lap.”
I didn’t know whether to be incredibly relieved or completely horrified by his defiant demands. Momentarily I thought about disobeying him, but where would that have put me? I highly doubted it’d work out to my advantage. My expression must have been betraying my inner battle as I contemplated my options, because Harry’s eyebrows arched, lips pursed into a thin line, challenging me.
I was naive, but not naive enough to not realize Harry’s intentions. I had never in my life been brought over someone’s knee, my discipline as a child a slap of rejection and resentment across my face or simply an extra dose of neglect and lack of support. I didn’t know what to do or what to think.
I hadn’t realize I’d been lost in my thoughts until I was knocked from my trance as my name left Harry’s lips in a warning tone that left no room for argument.
“Birdy, do I need to force you over my lap or will you be a good girl?”
I took a small step forward, “Okay,” I whispered, taking more small steps towards him.
As a result of Harry’s lips sponging sweet kisses and his busy teeth playing with my skin, feeling simultaneously warm with desire and cold with fear, I was unable to reconcile between the two. I felt uncomfortable and awkward as I stood before him and began sliding my jeans down my legs, leaving the crumpled clothing at my ankles.
I felt even more uncomfortable as I stood before him with my underwear on show, the lacy material and design that I just so happened to have chose that morning not helping in the very slightest.
I tried not to focus on my appearance, and neglect all thoughts of doubt and uncertainty on my body as he ushered me over with a single pat of his knee. Knots continued to tie in my stomach and the uneasy feeling loitering within my stomach multiplied within an instant as timidly and with tentative actions I climbed over his lap, my stomach pressed against his knees, arms hanging limply in front and legs behind, tips of my toes pointing towards the floor.
“Put your hands on the bed frame. Don’t move them unless I say so.” He commanded, and silently I did as I was told, whimpering as Harry gently pulled down my underwear, cheeks flushing with heat as he did so.
“Good girl.” He breathed, and suddenly, his hand came down to my backside with surprising force. It didn’t hurt, but it took me by surprise and I cried out.
The room fell silent, as if Harry was somewhat wary of my response, and then again, his hand hit my bare skin. I bit my lip to stifle any response, and then again. Slap. Harder. And again, harder, I felt vulnerable and powerless and although I was beginning to feel a little sore, the pain was tolerable. And then he did it again.
“You’re mine,” he growled like earlier. Harder. My breathing was heavy and fast, and as he spoke quietly and huskily into my ear I was suddenly aware of the affect his actions were having on me. Warmth spread between my legs; everything about the situation heightening my arousal. I was both ensnared and frightened by his dominance. Slap.
My heart pounded erratically, heat rising in my cheeks and the rush of blood so loud in my ears I could barely hear the harsh slap of his palm colliding with my bare skin; I was confused and fascinated and curious by my arousal, so erotically vulnerable and powerless beneath him.
In the midst of fighting the desire I had no choice in feeling and the unusual arousal his dominant actions brought, my hands moved from the bed frame to the left, hands fisting the end of the bedcover. It wasn’t a result of pain, but in hope to stifle the inevitable warmth continuing to spread to my legs as my muscles clenched.
“No, no, no.” Harry muttered; I didn’t miss the amusement seeping into his tone. He reached over, one hand steadying my body and the other guiding my own back to the bed frame.
“You’re not being disobedient, are you?” He questioned amused.
“No,” I mumbled, “No.”
Slap. “I don’t have to tie you up do I?” Harder. I gasped. He chuckled. “We’ll save that for another time.” I whimpered.
Two much harder slaps and I was sure he had stopped. “Will you run away again?” He questioned, hand massaging me, creating soothing circles to ease my stinging skin and the damage he had inflicted. I shook my head, completely breathless.
“Say it.” He ordered.
“I won’t run away again,” I breathed.
“Why not?”
“I-I,” I paused, confused and hazy; unable to search my jumbled mind for the answer he desired. Harry pressed his palm down harder, increasing the pressure, causing an unexpected, pleasurable moan to escape my lips. With wide eyes, I clamped a hand over my lips, wandering briefly if it was me who had done that. Harry’s deep, raspy chuckle filled the room and I realized with heated cheeks that it must have been; he was far too amused to chastise me on moving my hand without his say so.
I was unable to believe I had just moaned in pleasure at the hands of Harry – literally.
I knew he was smirking smugly. “Whose are you?” He asked simply, not bothering to hide the amusement.
I gulped, not capable of feeling embarrassed at that moment in time; I was flustered with desire and disoriented, confused with my current emotions that made next to no sense to me.
“Y-Yours,” I muttered shyly.
“Say it.” Harry commanded.
“I’m yours.” I replied breathlessly.
Moments passed and I presumed Harry was pleased with my submissive behaviour. With a tender touch he pulled my underwear back up to conceal my red rear end.
“Can you stand?” He asked me softly.
I didn’t really know. I was feeling exhausted and disoriented, the arousal and desire I was trying desperately to deny fuelling to the confusion I found myself dealt with. But I tried to empty my mind, telling myself that I would attempt to decipher my tangled feelings in the morning as wearily I nodded my head, and two hands gently on my hips Harry lifted my trembling body from his lap and placed my feet on the floor. My knees almost buckled beneath my weight and evident fatigue, and so I rested a hand on the bed frame, fingers wrapping around the cold metal to steady myself.
“Come here.” Harry spoke quietly and gently, a confusing contrast too much earlier.
I did so, both of us decreasing the small space between us. He bent down and tugged at my crumpled jeans at my ankles, my bare feet instinctively stepping out as he lifted them and folded the piece of clothing, placing them on the side.
“Arms up.” He instructed softly, and silently I did so, ignoring that he was treating me like a small child, because now his gentle nature that had previously disappeared was a comforting contributor in calming me down, and his hands were warm and soft against my skin – something that spread a different kind of warmth to my stomach.
Harry pulled my t-shirt over my head, and I shied away from him immediately, not feeling comfortable in just my bra and knickers in spite of what had just happened. He went over to his drawer, and my arms crossed shyly over my chest in attempt to cover myself up; my exposed stomach on full display, something that didn’t cool the heat in my cheeks but also introduced inevitable thoughts of doubt and self-consciousness into my mind.
Harry retrieved a large t-shirt from the drawer, a small frown creasing his brow at my poor attempt to hide myself from him.
Gently his hands caught hold of my thin wrists, and easily he prized them away from my chest, my body reluctantly allowing him to do so.
“Don’t shy away from me, Little Bird.” He mumbled softly, green, sparkling eyes on mine and mine alone; I found myself smiling a little, my smile shy and timid, but also thankful and appreciative that Harry was considerate and sensitive enough not to allow his eyes to flick downwards, even for the briefest of moments.
He put the t-shirt over my head, the baggy material reaching mid-thigh like a short dress. He recoiled my small smile as my head popped out the hole, waves falling in front of my face and my arms pushing through the other holes. I was given no time to tuck the errant strands from my face, as Harry’s arms snaked around my waist, hands resting at the small of my back.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he murmured softly.
Without a second thought I did so, my fingers interlocking at his back. Immediately, Harry’s hands travelled to my backside, and as tenderly as he could I was lifted from the ground, whimpering quietly as his hands unintentionally rubbed against the sore, tender skin. He sat in his previous position, but with my body sat in his laps, legs either side of his knees. He responded to my discomfort by rubbing his nose softly against mine, a giggle falling from my lips.
“Hmm,” Harry hummed appreciatively, “I love you in my clothes.”
I don’t think my cheeks could have gotten any hotter. I smiled shyly at him, watching as the proximity increased between us, Harry’s emerald eyes drawing closer to mine. Our foreheads were almost touching as I found myself mirroring Harry’s actions, and inching closer to him. I was blinded; Harry had blinded all sense of logic and reason. My thoughts and feelings were as impenetrable as a stone, heart pounding ferociously in my chest as silence surrounded us.
The energy in the room was palpable, air charged. I had no idea what was happening and I had no idea why I wasn’t intervening. Our lips were inching towards one another’s, his gently brushing mine with a tenderness that rippled through me, before fully pressing on my lips. My eyelids automatically fluttered shut, heated cheeks certainly not cooling as I continued to blush, heart thudding uncontrollably, pulse racing, and an unfamiliar feeling developing in my stomach; a spark of unknown emotions.
We sunk further into the kiss, my lips concurring all too willingly with his, actions subconscious as my mind was reluctant to do any thinking at all.
As his tongue slipped through my lips and I granted him permission to do so, my small hands gently rested on his firm chest.
Normally my mind would be reeling, clogs working away as I thought over and over what was happening as our tongues battled against one another’s, but I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted to kiss him back.
Should I have pushed him away? Should I have done what any other sane person would have done and firstly, not allowed him to kiss me, and if he did so without my consent, at least... slap him? Should I have been willingly kissing my kidnapper?
Probably not, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
Eventually Harry and I pulled back in need of air, our faces dangerously close as his hands were brought to gently cradle my cheeks, one thumb brushing over my bottom lip tenderly, eyes straying from mine as he did so, following his action, a smile teasing his own lips.
“You make me crazy.” He murmured softly, eyes flicking back up to catch mine.
We stared silently at each other for a few moments as I tried to process his words, and then both his hands moved the strands of hair from my face, his eyes reading mine, so wonderfully green and sparkling and bright. He smiled down at me, a soft and genuine smile that I didn’t often have the pleasure of witnessing, and I smiled back on impulse.
“Has anyone ever touched you before, Little Bird?” He questioned suddenly, softly and quietly and huskily, emeralds striking and staring intensely into my soft blue eyes. My heart was beating like a steam train, so fast; it had been through so much tonight already I almost feared it might give in.
My lips slightly agape, I gulped, timidly shaking my head. “N-No,” I admitted shyly.
Harry seemed pleased with my response, he relinquished in another hum of appreciation. He looked towards my neck, the area that he had played with earlier, smile growing, teasing at the corners of his lips, as no doubt he inspected smugly what he had done. I hadn’t had the chance to see it for myself yet, but judging by the look plastered across Harry’s face, it was pretty noticeable.
Gently, one hand moved to my shoulder, thumb twirling my hair around, while the other hand moved to my neck, and his fingers very gently trailed across the contusion marking my skin, before he dipped his head once again, and allowed his lips to skim over the bruised skin, barely grazing. My breath caught in my throat, and then I swallowed thickly when his earlier action was repeated, and light kisses were sponged across my skin.
“I can make you feel so good,” he whispered hotly against my neck, other hand travelling to the back of my neck now, hand playing with my long brown waves. His words rushed through me, penetrating my body with anxious nerve endings. I was both confused and curious by his statement, the desire still heavily present within me urging for my mouth to release some sort of agreement or encouragement.
And then, Harry’s emerald eyes gazed deeply into mine, the different coloured specks of green that merged together to create his captivating circles brimming with sincerity. I was heavy with nerves, but his eyes latched on mine with such intensity gave me an odd sense of comfort and security, and silently I gave him permission.
The hand playing with my hair released it, and travelled to the small of my back as he pressed my body against his. The other hand rested on my thigh for the briefest of movements, before gently trailing up my skin, hitching up the t-shirt and then letting it fall to conceal his hand again. His fingers skimmed my knickers, alighting sparks from deep within.
“So soft.” He purred.
My entire body was trembling as he ran the tip of his middle finger between my legs, as if purposely increasing both my anticipation and impatience and desire. As his kisses continued, the movement of his hand did too. He began rubbing my clitoris back and forth slowly, causing my breath to hitch in my throat and my heartbeat to instantly accelerate; and then with no warning, he plunged his middle finger into my damp heat, and I cried out.
I knew he was being gentle, careful and delicate with me, but that didn’t prevent the uncomfortable whimpers that first fell from my lips, before they quickly subsided and I enjoyed the feeling of his finger swirling inside of me.
I had never experienced anything close to this before; I had never had anyone touch me like this. My legs were shaking, and I knew that if I weren’t sat on Harry’s laps my weight would have caused them to collapse beneath me. I felt as if my stomach was doing back flips and summersaults and jumping repeatedly and I was greeted with an accumulation of varied feelings that I had never, ever felt before.
I had no idea what was happening; all I knew was that I wanted more. My body was defying my mind, responding to his touch as I lifted my hips slightly. Harry then eased another finger inside me, pumping back and forth, and I was powerless against the moan that left my lips. I felt so hot and tight and full as my muscles contracted around him, and my skin tingled with sensational warmth.
The pressure against my clit had me squirming, the arousal from earlier and the heat remaining between my legs fuelling to the desire to feel more. My body carved more.
I let out a particularly noticeable gasp as Harry began sucking on my neck, and at the same time he concentrated on my most sensitive part, chest vibrating as he chuckled lowly at my reaction.
“Does that feel good?” He murmured against my neck, and I was thankful that my head was resting on his shoulder and he was unable to witness my red-hot cheeks.
I couldn’t produce a coherent response, my breathing in ragged gasps.
He drew back from my neck, “Look at me, Baby.” He demanded softly, and feeling hazy, his fingers still pressing harder and moving faster, I forced myself to comply with his command, lifting my head. Harry inhaled my trembling breath, his eyes latched on mine as I fought the urge to allow my eyelids to flutter shut, the unfamiliar sensations overwhelming me.
I knew I was close, the arousal continuing to spread as Harry’s actions seized to end. “Harry I - think I-I’m close,” I stuttered in a whisper, my hands fisting the t-shirt adorning Harry’s chest, fingers curling around the thin material.
“I’ve got you.” He assured, “Let go... You’re safe, Baby.”
Waves of pleasure burst through my body, and Harry’s hand moved to mine, gently prizing my fingers from his shirt as he interlocked them with his; squeezing reassuringly. Harry’s touch pushed me over the edge, an intense and overwhelming feeling raking throughout my entire body as I trembled, and I was revealed at my most vulnerable.
My lips parted, eliciting broken gasps and my trembling breath as the tingling sensation eventually began to subside, and exhausted I slumped against Harry’s body; his arms holding me protectively, tight and close to him; as if he feared I may disappear. “Good girl.” He praised, one hand resting on my back and the other stroking through my long brown hair. I sighed into his chest, my limbs heavy and breathing beginning to return to normal.
I was unable to decipher how the Harry currently holding my body with a sweet tenderness, so tight and protective and safe was the same Harry whom earlier had spoke such harsh words, with anger colouring his features and aggression rooted deeply in his tone. I was both curious and confused at how he could switch for two seemingly entire different people, and although before I had thought of Harry’s change, I still couldn’t understand him. Harry was a riddle I couldn’t solve, a puzzle I was unable to complete.
Harry was different, he was mysterious and dark, while also sweet and caring and delicate. Harry was my captor, but also something much, much more.
~*~
“You go brush your teeth while I change, okay?”
I nodded my head in response, Harry lifting my body from his lap, feet planting on the floor. My hand grasped tightly hold of his as my knees almost buckled beneath me, body still trembling as I regained my composure from his actions.
“You alright?” He questioned, ensuring I didn’t fall as he held my body up. I nodded my head at him, smiling shyly when in response he nudged my cheek with his nose, urging me in the direction of the bathroom. “Quick as you can,” he mumbled softly, as I did as he said.
I found myself unable to resist and fight against him, as if his previous actions and my unexplainable response had triggered something in my mind, not wanting to disobey him. Maybe that was the exhaustion or shock talking I didn’t know. I quickly shut the door once entering the bathroom connected to Harry’s bedroom, taking a peek at my reflection in the mirror as I took out my toothbrush from the small cabinet.
My hair was a little dishevelled, brown waves falling messily over my shoulders and partly in front of my face; my pupils were dilated, blue eyes darker as were my lips; and my cheeks were tinted with pink still, flustered and a deep contrast to the remaining of my pale skin.
A light, sheen layer of sweat coated my forehead, and my heart was still beating wild and fast within my chest; the nervous feeling that had been turning my stomach into a skilled, Olympic gymnast now firmly at rest, and overall I could feel myself calming down. Though I knew that of I allowed myself a second thought on the matter then my head would be a chaotic tornado. So I didn’t.
Breathing still a little heavy, but calming into even breaths, I brushed my teeth like Harry told me to, ensuring not to take too long before I returned to the bedroom.
Harry had his back to me as I entered, turning upon realizing my presence. He had only a pair of black boxers on, legs bare, as was his defined chest, allowing me to see the multiple tattoos he had adorning his skin. I looked away, fidgeting with my hands as I stood near the closed en suite door, not knowing what to do.
“Don’t be shy,” he said huskily, gesturing for me to come to him. I did so, getting in the bed once Harry had peeled back the covers and nodded me to do so, not questioning why I wasn’t sleeping in my own bed as Harry turned off the light and then joined me; wrapping his arms around my body as he nursed me to sleep.

Notes

HI i know i was supposed to post this like 2 days ago but i am starting school in like 5 days (fml) and i had to get all my shit together and yea.
so there is smut in this chapter, Harry was going to rape Birdy, but I really didn't want that because I can't imagine Harry's character being so ruthless and brutal, and I don't think Birdy would've been able to recover from something like that
and i know other stories have done the spanking thing but i didn't want it to be the same, i wanted it to be kind of intimate?
anyway!
pleaasee let me know what you think again! I really appreciate all your feedback:'))!Xxx