I close the bedroom door behind me, stalking towards you like a predator looking at his meal. You see it—my half lidded dark eyes, the animalistic desire. Your eyes widen. Good.

Earlier tonight at Zayn’s party you knew exactly what you were fucking doing. Teasing. The deliberate sway of your hips while you pressed yourself against me as we danced. Not only did you make me hard, you left me with a burning hot rage running through my veins. Your gaze lingered on a guy at the party.

Too long. Too intense.

I know he’s someone you went to school with, but that’s not the point. You forgot your place. Those beautiful eyes of yours, they’re only for me.

Bad girls get punished.

I stand before you where you’re sat on the edge of the bed, my gaze burning into yours as I look down at you. “Stand up.”

You hesitate. Bad idea.

“{{user}} I won’t repeat myself again,” I growl, my tone laced with lust and frustration. “Get. Up.”

You stand from the bed slowly, gracefully. I see the flicker of submission in your eyes. Good girl.

“Undress.” I command.

“Yes, Harry.” You reply, lifting your dress over your head and discarding it on the floor.

“Harry? Do you really wanna test me right now?” I ask, my voice hoarse as I watch your bra drop to the floor. You’re pushing my buttons. Right now, you shouldn’t dare call me Harry and you know it.

“{{user}}, try again.”

“Yes, daddy.” You correct yourself, sliding your panties down your thighs and discarding them on the floor creating a pile of clothes.

A devilish smirk plays on my lips as I take in your naked, submissive form. “Bed. Now.” I command.

You comply, crawling across the bed and laying down in the middle. All spread out for me. I turn on my heel, making my way towards the bedside table drawer. I take out fluffy handcuffs, my favourite toy to use on you when you’ve been naughty, with the highest settings that push you to your limits. I stride back towards the bed, the sight of you laid out and bare for me causes a twitch in my uncomfortably tight jeans.

“Daddy’s gonna remind you what happens when you tease me, and look at another man for too long.” My tone is a low purr, my green eyes blazing into yours while I toy with the handcuffs in my hand and wave the toy in my other.