This chapter will have some trigger warning scenes. Sexual scene will occur.

3 months later.....

It has been three months since Ariana was told Harry went out of town, she hasn't heard anything from him. Every message and call she made to him, she received no message back from him.

She was beginning to give up on everything and everyone, she felt numb and used by the one person she trusted most in this world. Ariana was in the cabin alone, as Rachel went out for the evening with Louis and no one had come by yet to check up on her.

Ariana decided to leave the cabin since no one was there, she needed time to herself and she decided to clear her head and go somewhere different, she was going somewhere she never thought she would go, to a nightclub. She had to get thoughts out of her head and needed to let her hair down.

She managed to get a taxi into town paying him some money she had stolen from the cabin that was for food. She knew she needed to change if Harry was going to come back and maybe this was the way. She stepped out of the taxi and headed towards the nightclub, where she showed the man her ID, he nodded allowing her to enter.

The loud music filled her ears as she entered, she slowly danced through the crowd and towards the bar where she ordered herself a few drinks. Drinking them instantly. As the night went on Ariana was actually enjoying herself, more than she thought she would to be honest.

She ordered herself another round of drinks before sitting on the couch in the club, a few guys noticed her and smirked. Ordering more rounds for her before sitting down next to her.

"Hey sexy," one of the men said.

Ariana giggled, "Hi."

"What are you doing here? In a place like this?" The other man asked.

"I just needed a night out, been a rough couple of months," Ariana replied. She hiccuped before downing another drink. "I need to wee!" She shouted before standing up.

She stumbled towards the bathroom giggling before grabbing out her phone and dailed the one number she wanted and the person. It rang before he actually picked up.

"Princess?" His voice came through
She smiled at the smooth tone, "Harry." She slurred making Harry become alarmed.
"Are you drunk?" He asked, anger was fuelling his body.
"Maybe a little, but it's all your fault. You left me Harry. You left me and for what, because I was weak," Ariana replied.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"Oh so you care now? Where were you three months ago, when I took a whole bottle of pills? Or when I cut my wrists because I couldn't be near you?" She asked, she was angry.
"Princess... please" he pleaded, his heart began to sting at her words.
"No, you know what, I'm glad you left because it's made me stronger and better. Thank you Harry for allowing me to become someone different," with that she hung up.

She left the bathroom and began heading back into the nightclub, when one of the guys she had met only moments ago, grabbed her arm.

"Come with me, I've got something to show you," he whispered in her ear.

Ariana smirked and followed him to another part of the nightclub. Harry was fuming, who left Ariana alone? He knew that Rachel had gone out with Louis, but someone should have been there with him. He growled before tracking her phone, he grabbed his keys and left the house.

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Harry arrived at the nightclub and stormed in, he was wondering where she was. He looked around the club, searching for her. He passed the toilets before he heard her voice.

"Stop, let me go," Ariana spoke as the man was holding her down.

Harry rushed towards her and pulled the man off, "Get away from her!" He snapped.

"Why should I?" He asked.

Harry didn't think twice before punching him hard in the face, the man groaned and stumbled back before running out of the room. Harry turned to face Ariana.

"What have you done?" He asked softly, his tone and attitude changing.

Ariana couldn't believe that he was here, before she knew it tears streamed down her face. She stood up from where she was and looked at him, Ariana even touched his face to make sure he was there.

"You are truly stupid, you know that princess," Harry replied.

Ariana didn't say anything and pointed, "What for? Having fun?" She asked.

Harry rolled his eyes before grabbing her forearm, taking her out of the nightclub. He couldn't believe this. Just as the cold air hit Ariana, she began to feel sick and before she knew it she threw up making Harry sigh. He pulled her hair back with one hand and rubbed her back with the other.

"You silly girl," he muttered.

Once Ariana was done, she wiped her mouth and stood up straight once again.

"Come on, let's take you back and get you into a shower."

****

Ariana unzipped her skirt and stepped out of her underwear. It would be visible underneath, ruin the outfit. It had to go. Her hands were steady, her mind a shocked observer in this. With quick, efficient movements she unbuttoned her blouse, took off her bra and relished the sudden freedom. She bared her body to the room. Ariana imagined Harry sitting there, she imagined bending over for him. No - bending over because he'd ordered her to. Of choosing to follow his commands. Then whatever happened wouldn't be her idea. She'd still be a nice girl.

She put the package on the ground and gently teased open the protective tape. Maybe she should have opened it before stripping off, she admonished herself. Careful! Almost ripped the case - gently does it. This felt like the times she'd raided her father's old porno collection - actual physical CD-ROMs. She'd 'research' a couple and put them back, carefully and precisely as they'd been. To see if she could. To take the risk. To get away with it. This was the same thrill. The same naughty feeling. The process was as exciting for her as actually watching the overacted scenes in the dirty movies.

She put on the tiny bra, the cold metal links causing goosebumps to break out all over her skin. Little leather squares covered her nipples. This looked... pretty good. Yeah, it suited her. Especially that copper. She was totally rocking this look. She put on the underwear. Who designed this stuff? This silk was almost completely see-through! She could see her pubic hair easily through this, she thought, blushing.

She bet she looked awesome. Pity she couldn't see it from any other angle than top-down. She needed a mirror - ah, the makeup desk should have one! She jogged over, the heavy chain in her hand. She heard the soft clink of the metal in her top. The cold unyielding rings of the bottoms dug slightly into her hips as she walked, warming slowly as her body conducted heat into it. There. Wait - who the hell was this bitch? This confident, bubbly, attractive woman?

She treated her reflection to a cheeky grin. You know what would be a really dumb move? Really crazy, not something she would ever do? Well, her phone was right there. Alice wouldn't have done it, but this woman - she'd totally take a dumb selfie. The girl in the mirror was confident, she wouldn't even care about something like that. She was probably proud of her body. She heard the camera on her phone take a photo or two. Maybe a dozen. Definitely less than fifty. Right, that's quite enough of that.

What else was there around here for her to discover? She examined her surroundings, stretching out her senses. Feeling braver now, more empowered despite basically prancing about in someone else's room in a chainmail bikini. She'd never done anything like this before. It was thrilling. She was playing a part, it wasn't her. She could almost enjoy this without feeling guilty about enjoying it.

There was a distinctive masculine musk in the air, not unpleasant, not yet anyway, but it was something she couldn't identify. Like sweat and something else. Every time she tried to pin it down it escaped her, and... what was that noise? Like people talking at a distance.

"Harry?" Ariana called out

"Yes princess," Harry replied outside the door.

"Can we try something?" She asked.

"What is that my dear?" He replied.

She blushed before stepping out in the lingerie, "Some BDSM?"

Slowly he starts to make his way over to me. Those eyes not once leaving mine with an unreadable facial expression. "Mm I thought tonight you'd be a good girl for me," his voice was husky and laced with want. "But you haven't been, have you?" He asks

Ariana bit her lip and shook her head, Without missing a beat she replied. "No sir."

"No sir?" His voice is right by her ear as he nips at her ear lobe and kisses down her neck.

"No sir, I haven't been a good girl." Ariana whispers as excitement pulses through her veins.

"Hm. I'll give you one chance to be a good girl again. If you succeed I'll make sure you have a good night's sleep. I'll fuck you until you can't take no more."

Ariana shudder's at the thought of what he has planned. He knew exactly what to say just to get her excited and have the need to be a good girl.

"What do you say? You gonna be my good girl?" He asked as he leaned forward and took her lower lip between his teeth.

"Yes sir. I promise I'll be your good girl." Ariana's voice was thick with lust.

"Good girl," he praised before stepping away from me. "I'm gonna go sit in my chair. Once I sit I want you in front of me. On your knees. Until I tell you the next command you do not move or speak." Harry spoke as he walked slowly towards the chair.

Once he was sitting Ariana got up swiftly before kneeling in front of him, keeping their eyes connected. The excitement, the curiosity was eating Ariana alive waiting for the next command.

His hands moved to his jeans as he unbuttoned them and began to slide them down his legs. Harry repositioned himself legs apart with his boxers on. Even with his boxers on she stared at his package greedily. He was definitely packing a good cock. Thick and juicy and just the right length. Just sitting here staring at him, Ariana could feel her juices sliding down my inner thighs.

Smirking down at her, Harry moved his hands to the waistband of his boxers. In no haste he peeled the fabric away from him. All the while her mouth began to water at the sight of his cock. Standing at attention waiting for her, waiting to bust into some warm and wet.

Sitting back down, Harry watched her every facial expression. He observed each time Ariana's tongue would lick her lips, her eyes going from his to his cock waiting for her command.

"You want my cock?" Harry's voice held amusement.

"Yes sir. I want your cock." Ariana's voice was no longer afraid or shy about what she wanted their first BDSM moment to be.

"Where do you want my cock sweetheart?" Harry's hand wrapped around his cock slowly pumping.

Her eyes watched every pump he was doing. The rise and fall of his hand as precum coated the mushroom head tip. Licking her lips, "I want your cock in my mouth sir."

Glancing up to his eyes, Harry smiled before saying "You may have my cock. Just for a moment I let you please me at your pace." He motioned Ariana forward, giving her a signal that she may start.

Without any hesitation, Ariana move closer kneeling right in between Harry's legs. Her hand reached for his cock wrapping her petite hand around it before she did the first stroke. The first few minutes her eyes were locked on his cock. Watching how it pulsed and a bit of precum covered his tip. The moment Ariana raised herself up higher being directly on her knees my eyes connected with Harry's.

Leaning her head down her lips were inches away from his tip before Ariana's tongue came out and licked the tip straight across. A moan escaped her lips at the mere taste of him. Keeping one hand partly on Harry's cock she licked from the base all the way up to the tip. Ariana repeated that process two more times before wrapping her lips around the tip while pushing inch by inch into her wet and welcoming mouth.

A quiet groan sounded through the room as Ariana slowly came back up. She knew Harry had a love hate relationship with her going slow at first. But she seemed to love it. Harry got a taste of his own medicine with how he would tease her with light touches and slow licks he'd give her lower lips.

Every time she'd practically swallow his cock and come back up she'd increase my speed. Letting her tongue slide against his cock with every bounce of my head. Harry's eyes were dark and daring as he watched Ariana suck his cock. She could see his control slowly fading. Before she knew it his hand wrapped around her hair and pulled her mouth off of him. His breathing was unsteady. He closed his eyes for a second before staring down at Ariana.

She could feel on her chin there was drool for making his cock nice and wet with my saliva. "Such a good girl. Now it's my turn. What's your safe word?" His voice held authority and demand.

"Stitch," Ariana spoke.

"Okay." He said as he gathered her hair together better. He thought of it as a way to control her movements by pulling her hair and pushing her head.

Without missing a beat, Ariana's mouth was directed straight onto his waiting cock. Harry began to fuck her mouth and fuck her if she didn't enjoy every second of it. The first few times he hit her gag reflex, Ariana got choked up but it wasn't as bad as she thought.

Ariana's throat relaxed and before she knew it she was moaning onto his cock. Harry's thrust was deep and long, making full use of her mouth. His breathing was more unsteady as he pulled my hair and stared down at me.

"Play with your nipples for me." The command come out rough.

Ariana's hands found their way to her breasts after she undid her lingerie , she began to rub and grip onto them. Moaning Ariana pinched her nipples as she stared up at Harry watching him fuck her mouth.

"Ah fuck my good girl. Your mouth feels good. So fucking good." He said while tilting his head back with his eyes closed. "You want my cum in your mouth?"

Ariana moaned in response. "Yes. Fuck yes," she wanted to suck him dry. She wanted every single drop of his cum.

"Good because I'm about to cum and you won't miss a single drop." He looked down at me before gripping my hair tighter and holding my head with the other.

His cock was now hitting as far back as it could. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and rushed. Ariana waited for a few more thrust before hollowing my cheeks and moaning while his cock rested far back in her mouth.

In that moment he groaned as he began to cum down Ariana's throat. His hips were still thrusting, making her swallow every drop. Unhurriedly he began to pull her face away from his cock. With a pop it fell from Ariana's mouth, She licked my lips staring up at him.

"My good girl. That was amazing. Now I believe I have a promise to fulfill." He said before standing both of us up and capturing her lips with his.

Authors note:
Got a little carried away 😂
What do you think? Sorry about the time slip thought it would be best
What do you want to see happen next?
How do you find Ariana's bad side? Keep her a little like that as well as innocent?
Let me know
Love you all