Paper Plane

"You've been a very very bad girl Aurora", Harry gritted his teeth, "Most girls would listen to me. But not you. You had to go and try to run away, didn't you?"
My back was pressed against the wall and I was frightened to death.
"Well now you're going to have to be punished. Twice as bad", he said, gripping his hands onto my bum.
I let out a gasp as Harry smirked evilly and took a few steps back. He looked towards a security guard that had his back towards us, "Bring her to my dressing room. She's been a very naughty girl"

The security guard waited until Harry had walked off before throwing me over his shoulder with so much force before carrying me backstage and to the dressing room that was Harry's.


As the door opened and I was set down on the ground, I wriggled out of the man's grip, muttering a "Fuck you" before he left and closed the door behind me. I heard it click locked from the outside.
I turned around slowly, seeing a smirking Harry leaning against the wall. He shook his head and took dreadfully slow steps towards me. I took them back as he took them forward.

Until he was right in front of me. "Bad girls deserve to be punished Aurora"
And with that he took a step back and spoke, "Take off your clothes"
"Fuck no!", I frown, crossing my arms.
"Do it. NOW!", he shouted.
I shook my head.
With that, he turned me around and pressed my front against the wall. But with my bum sticking out. "I said", he yanked my tights down, "Take off your clothes"
I let out a little squeal but couldn't move as he was pushing me against the wall.
"Holy shit", he whispered, letting one of his hands skim across my backside, over my black underwear.
He spun me around, unbuttoning my denim top before dropping it to the ground and ripping off my loose singlet.
He stared down at my black underwear set with a smirk. He looked back up to me and gripped my waist.
He flopped down onto the couch, bringing me into his lap. He groaned when I wriggled against his crotch, tying to get out of his grip but not realising that he was turned on. His eyes closed and he titled his head back.
I immediately stopped my actions and froze. Holy shit.
"Take this", he said, handing me a small capsule thing as a bottle of water. I took it into my hand and asked what it was.
"Just something to make your head ache stop", he said. I didn't know I had a head ache but stupidly swallowed it anyway.
It made me feel dizzy and relaxed.
"What did I just take?", I asked, feeling extremely dizzy.
"Its called Endo-crine. No it doesn't help head aches. But it will turn you on and make you do anything I want you to", he chuckled.
Turned on?
As I started to think about it, I discovered that it was in fact true. I was getting turned on.
Harry's hand rested against my stomach but slowly began to slide down to my private area.
I let out a little gasp as Harry himself began to rub my sensitive place.
I closed my eyes and titled my head back in pleasure. "Oh god"
"You like that don't you?", he asked.
I couldn't control myself.
"Take these underwear off. They're getting in the way", he spoke, smirking. I couldn't stop myself from standing up and dropping them to my ankles.
I let out a little gasp when Harry's hand reached up and began stroking me again.
I sat in his lap and gently moved against his fingers, "Do it yourself", he said moving his fingers.
I began to touch myself, pleading myself to stop but I couldn't.
I let out a little moan and moved against my own fingers.
Harry took this moment to take off my bra, making me completely naked.
I hated it. But I couldn't even open my mouth to protest.
His hands gripped my waist and his eyes were watched where my hand was connected to my private area.
"Fuck this is so hot", Harry groaned, cupping my breasts and massaging them, turning me on even more.
"Oh my god", I gasped, moving faster.
"Does that feel good?", he asked. I nodded, moving my body in a circle motion.
He pulled out his phone and held it out in front of me. I knew he was videoing me but my body didn't want me to stop him.


I feared for my life.
This was an absolute night mare.

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