about;
- 2018 harry, dom harry, arrogant as well, and ofc he's rich in this one

brief summary;
- anais is harry's personal psychologist and instead of her pestering him with questions inside his mansion, he's more interested in physical type of approach.

contains;
- dirty talk
- thigh riding
- hair pulling
- blindfold ( wink wonk (;
- choking
- slight bdsm

not edited!
word count; 3350

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" how have you been feeling these past few days harry ? " anais inquires kindly, tilting her head slightly as she awaits his answer.

harry scoffs as he stares at the petite but curvy girl from across the room, he slouches in a black leather couch, legs wide and a smug expression on his face, he could care less about this whole examination.

" i have anger issues, m'not fuckin' insane" he rolls his eyes, " -but i've been fine, how've you been ? "

she pays close attention to how agitated he is at the beginning but how his demeanor changes as he asks her a question instead.

• tends to try and change the attention to another person so that it's not focused on him and his problems- she writes. check.

" i've been alright, now when was your last outburst, and how many things have you broken since monday? " harry pays attention to how she speaks with no emotion, a dull look plays across her features as she watches him.

he scratches the back of his neck as he thinks, well there's the mirror in his bathroom he got replaced yesterday, and the glass plates he had to buy as well since he accidentally chipped one and got mad, so then he decided to break all of them so it can be even.

with a sigh he answers, " my last huge outburst was when i couldn't fuckin' cook those tacos, i don't understand why i couldn't get the ground beef to come out right, spent almost forty dollars on beef only for it to all go to waste " harry pinches the bridge of his nose to calm himself down, a thing that anais told him to do whenever he felt the heat in his body arise. and oddly it helped.

with his elbows on his knees and full focus on her he starts to speak again, " tuesday i broke the mirror in my bathroom when i was takin' a wee " he chuckles at his own stupidity, noticing how dumb he sounds.

" and why did you do that ? " anais asks softly, not liking how he's laughing at himself, she knows how his mind flips once he thinks he's an idiot, so she attempts to distract him with getting to explain it more so that she can prove to him that he is not stupid at all.

he suddenly stands and removes the ivory colored blouse, leaving him in a flimsy white shirt, " i was using the loo and noticed all these stains on my mirror, after i was finished i went to go clean it but the bloody stains wouldn't come out, so i grabbed a bat and just broke it " harry shrugs his shoulders carelessly, as if it's a normal thing for him.

well maybe because it is normal for him.

" m'such a wanker aren't i?, crazy innit?, a grown man that can't even fuckin' control his emotions " he grips at his hair harshly, and anais takes notice to the way his ears are tinging a rose color.

she's quick to step out of the swivel chair she was seated in, pulling the soft fabric of her dress down her thighs as she walks towards harry with caution, " don't say that, you're not any of those things, everybody's a little fucked in the head yeah? "

her tone is the gentlest it's ever been and harry swears it's softer than silk, and now her cold hands are grabbing his hot skin, and everything's in slow motion as he stares down at her.

anais places his hands at his side, and runs her manicured fingers through his hair to fix the tousled mess, sending him a weak smile once she's finished, and he grins at the way she had to stand on her tippy toes and even then she could barely reach him.

" wanna know something harry ? " she crosses her arms behind her back and her perky bust pops out more but harry rids the lustful thoughts from his mind, nodding his head eagerly.

her hands are now on his shoulders and she's slowly massaging them so that he can stop being so damn tense all the time, out of relaxation he closes his eyes, letting anais's voice flood his senses.

" when i was seven i accidentally cut a piece of my hair off because i was so damn clumsy with scissors " he can feel her breath hit his cheeks and he knows she's on her tippy toes and mentally he's smiling because of how small and cute she is. harry stop.

" and when i looked at myself in the mirror i cut the other side to make it even but then it wasn't, so i began to get frustrated, trying my best to make my hair even but i couldn't because i was shaking " harry pays attention to the way her voice quivers as she recalls the painful memory, and he wants to give her a hug but harry doesn't do hugs. i don't do hugs- he reminds himself.

her hands are now on his back and she's drawing patterns on his spine with the palms of her hands and all he could do is mewl at the blissful feeling of her hands touching him, " by the time my foster parents got home i barely had any hair on my head, immediately they swore i was mental sent me to the hospital to get checked, and they weren't wrong "

to this his eyes are open, and he's suddenly facing her and she takes notice to the worry that floods his irises and she's shocked because harry's never this nice and now his hands are on her shoulders and his mouth is moving and my god, has he always been this beautiful?

" - why didn't tell me that you have ocd ? " he questions with a pout, she shrugs, not one to talk about the problems she has and the skeletons that dance in her closet, but she's glad he's not mad anymore, but she's nervous because his mind is now focused on her.

awkwardly he removes the grip he had on her shoulders and why the fuck did her dress have to plunge so low on her cleavage, and why was her skin so inviting, and so warm looking, reminding him of cinnamon, cinnamon sounds so good right now- he thinks.

" eyes up here harry " she warns playfully, but the look harry sends her is anything but playful and the both know that, and now she's sort of backing away from him, he pays her thousands to take care of his mental health, not his physical needs, and no matter how much she wants to, she can't.

now his hands are behind his back, and his shoulders are more broad, and as he's growing more confident she's growing smaller, shrinking down into herself, and now her backs' flat against a wall, and harry's striding closer.

his ring-clad hands grip onto her wide hips, " you scared ?" is the only thing he asks, scared that you'll ruin my insides yes, scared of you as a person?, no- she thinks, but doesn't answer with that, all she does is nod her head no, and his thumb comes in contact with her pulse, and he's starting to squeeze, and she's shocked because she likes it.

the surprise is evident on her face and the wicked grin that plays on his lips is more than enough confirmation for anais, " what do you want from me harry ?" she's breathless but not because of his hand squeezing her neck, but because he's intimidating, and his eyes are this unique shade of green she's never seen before but now they look almost black.

harry lets go of her neck, his right hand ghosting over her ass, and she's never wanted anyone to grab her ass as much as she did right now, " what do you think i want huh?" his palm isn't big enough to grab one of her ass cheeks fully, and he's biting his lip as he encloses both of his hands on her ass and pushes her body into his, and the moan that slips from her mouth because of his rough demeanor is unintentional.

" you're the psychologist, so you tell me what i want from you " the sarcasm is evident in his tone, and they're so close she can feel his bulge poking her stomach slightly, anais's chest is heaving up and down as she tries to come up with an answer, but the only thing she can think of is how bad she wants to fuck the six foot man in front of her.

her hand grabs the hem of his shirt, and he obediently rids it from his body, and as they make eye contact her nails rake down his chest, " psychologists do ask the questions, but the patients answer them, so i think you wanna fuck me, am i right, or am i wrong mr styles ?" her eyelashes flutter and harry can feel his knees buckle once her fingers reach the waistband of his skinny jeans.

" not wrong, but not entirely right either, i wanna do more than just fuck you anais, let me introduce you into something you've never done before yeah, you just have to tell me yes and i guarantee you'll have the best night of your life " he persuades, and anais battles with herself mentally.

she tilts her head as she eyes the man, " is this based off of impulse or do you genuinely want to do this?, because i don't do all the serious and sappy shit alright, so we do what we do but that's it " anais tells, and harry grins because he couldn't agree more.

" sort of both " she doesn't have any time to answer because she's being carried, and out of instinct her legs wrap around his waist, with force he kicks his office door open walking with her to his bedroom that was only across the hall.

closing his room door behind them she's being pushed up against it, and their faces are inches apart and their breathing is heavy and why won't he just kiss her yet?, " can i kiss you anais ?" the look on her tells exactly what she's feeling. shock.

she nods but places a finger on his lips as he leans in, " i like that, i really fucking like that " and now she's the one to connect their lips, and their hands are hungry and she only laughs when he rips her dress in half, his hands immediately gripping onto the thick flesh of her ass once the remaining fabric of her dress is removed from her body.

anais is now back first on the bed, propped up on her elbows as she watches harry strip, carefully he removes his black skinny jeans, his boxers soon following, and all she can think is- damn.

" this is how it's gonna work, you're getting blindfolded, and if you ever want me to stop just tell me to okay, and if it's painful please let me know, because sometimes i do get a little-" he pauses and her blood is rushing and curiosity floats around her mind, " -carried away " he sends her a weak grin.

she throws herself onto his soft bed, goddamnit even his bed felt expensive, " do what you please mr styles, my body is yours " her tone is playful but she meant every word, and all she can hear is harry moving around the room, but she doesn't dare to look at what he's doing she wants it to be a surprise.

surprisingly she likes this, the fact that she's getting blindfolded and is about to have mind blowing sex with the man that pays her thousands just to evaluate his mind, and she's giddy as she lays flat on his bed with only a pair of white g-string panties and a pink bralette because whoe even matches their underwear these days?

" sit up " his tone is demanding, and not up for discussion so she does as he says, and as she sits at the foot of his bed all he could think about is her thighs, her oh so milky thighs that look delicious enough to lick, because they're so thick and caramel like, and my god he's craving something sweet.

her eyes are closed as he places a bandana of his over her eyes, " this takes away your sense to see, which makes it more pleasurable when i touch you because you don't know when i will touch you or what i'll touch you with " she can practically feel the smirk that dances on his heart-shaped lips.

harry picks her up and places her on his lap gently, she can feel the bed under her knees, slowly she reaches out to grab his face and grins once she does, harry's quick to connect their lips, and it's sort of weird to only focus on what she's feeling instead of what she's seeing, and she gasps as his hand comes in contact with the hair at the nape of her neck.

fisting the curls roughly as he starts to pull, " you like that ?" she hums in approval, enjoying how rough he is more than she honestly should, " ride my thigh baby " he lets go of her hair and leans back into the bed by propping himself up on his palms.

" go ahead, don't be shy now darling " he kicks his chin at her, and shyly she places her self on his thigh, but she's embarrassed and she doesn't know how she looks because she can't see his face.

after seconds of her sitting there not doing anything she speaks up, " can you kiss me or something i need a little bit of motivation here " by now she's getting kind of frustrated she didn't ask for all these extra things, she just wants to get fucked into oblivion, is that too much to ask?

he shakes his head no but speaks once he takes notice to the fact that she can't hear him, " nope, it's all you right now love, i'm just gonna sit back and watch yeah?" she scoffs but reaches to where her bralette unclasps, mentally grinning when it successfully falls to the floor.

anais places her hand on her chest, searching for her nipple, and once she feels a sensation surge through her body she knows she found it, slowly she starts to grind her hips against his thigh, liking the way the soft cotton of her panties rub against her clit, soon enough the speed escalates, and she's practically fucking his thigh and harry's enjoying himself as he watches her unravel in front of his thighs.

silent moans and gasps emit from her lips like juice does a carton and when it hits harry's ears it also reaches his dick as well, that's unbelievably hard and needing attention, her head is thrown back as she feels the way her abdomen clenches from time to time.

" that's enough, stop " but she doesn't listen, and he doesn't like the fact that she isn't listening to him, his hand is quick to slip into her curls, pulling her head back enough for her movements to come to a halt, " when i tell you to stop, you stop alright, understand ?"

harry lets go of her hair so that she can sit up straight, " what're you gonna do if i don't ?" she challenges, and harry quite likes where this is going, and his mouth is agape as she starts to ride his thigh again, except this time with more force, and her moans are louder as she massages her nipples.

he grabs her by the hips once more placing her on the bed before him, " you're gonna regret that later sweetheart, but right now, you're gonna love this " without warning he hooks his finger into the waistband of her panties, roughly pulling them off of her legs, and he can feel his mouth water from the sight of her bare heat.

swiftly he places her ankles on his shoulders, hands positioned near her head as he slammed into her, " oh my god " she squeezes her eyes shut as he repeatedly fucks her, his hips meeting hers in rushed thrusts, and the animalistic growls that leave his lips only adds fuel to the fire that's igniting in her lower stomach.

" who the fuck do you think you are huh?" he breathlessly asks, and when his right hand comes in contact with the skin of her neck she couldn't even see it coming, literally.

his thrusts slow down in speed, more skill being added as he rolled his hips into hers gloriously, so good that she felt it everywhere, his voice sort of muffled due to the immense pleasure she was feeling, back arched and mouth open as she couldn't moan, only gasp from time to time.

" you're lucky i'm even doing this right now because my intentions were to spank the shit out of you " he releases a loud grunt after his confession, the feeling of him slipping in and out of her so gracefully has him unable to speak as well, and even though their pelvises meet in slow bucks of his hips, the feeling of it all is addicting, and all they can do is just gasp.

anais is not sure how long she'll be able to prolong her orgasm because she can feel it in the pit of her stomach, and when her calfs' meet his forearm and he positions himself on his knees and grabs her by the waist she lets out a loud moan because suddenly he's fucking her hard, and she's sure she'll feel this tomorrow.

the moan that harry lets out has anais's orgasm approaching because of the addicting sound of it, " you like it when i fuck you this hard don't you?" he asks, and she just nods frantically, and he grins once her legs start to shake, her toes curling because of the blissful feeling of it all, and she's glad she's on birth control now because she wouldn't even think of him pulling out because it felt all too good.

" i'm so c-close, fuck " she says out of breath, her back arched as his hands grip her hips with force, his hips now circle into hers at a normal speed, he can feel the sweat that cascades down his face and arms.

harry's toes curl as well once she pulsates around him, and even if he wanted to he wouldn't ever be able to decipher the feeling of what they were doing, the sex was out of this world, and his head was pressed to her chest as she reached her peak, his release following soon after with a loud moan that echoed throughout the room.

with ease he pulled out, laying next to her with his mind in swirls and exhaustion evident in his heavy breathing, she weakly brought her hand to the blindfold removing it slowly, as she turned to him in disbelief.

deciding against cuddling him because she doesn't do cuddling and she's sure he doesn't either, " i've come up with a safe word for you, so when i spank you just say cinnamon and i'll stop " her eyes are wide in bewilderment, this man truly is something else.

" you were serious about that whole spanking thing? "

" very "