Feeling Safe With Danger

I woke up to a hot tongue licking my face all over.

Instantly, I decided to push who I thought was Harry off of me.
My hands moved out of the covers only to feel something furry.
My heart raced as my eyes flew open to the sight of an excited husky staring at me.
“What the...?!”
Harry walked into the room, I could see the amusement in his eyes as he glanced at my astonished confused face.
“Sorry about that, Vana. I hope you aren’t allergic.”
“No, I love dogs, especial huskies.” I laughed as I reached out to pet Harry’s dog.
“Great.” Harry grinned widely.
“What’s his name?”
“Buddy.”
I smiled upon hearing what Harry named his dog. It was such an innocent name for a not-so-innocent guy to give to his dog.

------Later that morning-------
“Vana?” My parents walked into the room.
“Yeah?” I said, not taking my eyes off of my phone. I was in the middle of a conversation with Harry. He wanted to take me to a club later tonight. I hesitantly said yes. I still knew Harry was dangerous. In anger, he was capable of doing scary things. Just because he has shown me part of his caring side doesn’t mean that I can trust him yet. In some ways, I wish he would get bored and leave me alone, he still scares me, but at the same time he...excites me.
Yes, I admit it. Harry excites me. Trust me, I wish it weren’t true.

“We need to talk to you. Who are you texting?” my dad inquired.
“Harry...” I said quietly. Immediately, I decided to change the conversation topic. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Harry.” My dad forced out immediately.
“Oh.”
“We just want to make sure that you’re okay.” My mom stepped in.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“We just don’t know this boy. We don’t know what kind of a person he is, what is his intentions are for dating our daughter. As your parents, it’s our job to know, and set some boundaries.” My dad informed me.
“Um, no offense Dad, but I’m 18, and out of school. Don’t you think I’m capable of choosing who and who not to date? Besides, Harry and I aren’t serious. We’ve only been on a couple dates. I don’t wanna scare him off by asking him to meet my parents. You can trust me, you raised me after all, and pretty well I’d like to think. When I’m ready, or when things start to get more serious, I’ll introduce you. But for now, I’d like to see if he is someone I want to get involved with more.”
I gulped down, unsure of what my parents would say. If Harry was normal, I wouldn’t have minded introducing him to my parents, but he wasn’t normal. He wasn’t the kind of guy you would want to introduce to your parents, especially if your dad was an overprotective veteran. Harry is the guy parents warn their daughters to stay away from.

My dad’s face hardened at my words, but he didn’t say anything, he just stared at me. My mom put her hand on his shoulder, lightly nodding her head at my what I had spoken. She whispered something in my dad’s ear. He looked at her with defeat in his eyes. They turned around and walked away.
Whew. That was close. I didn’t think it would be so easy to get rid of my parents.
*Text alert*
From: Harry
‘Wear something sexy tonight ;)’

As I read that message, I started to feel my stomach turn. What was I doing? I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with Harry.
What if he expected more from me tonight? I wasn’t ready to give him more.
And If I did give him more, would he even like it? I’m still an amateur, and he’s been with a lot more experienced girls.
My hands shook as I replied.

From: Vana
‘Ugh. Do you always have to be so dirty?’

From: Harry
‘You like it. Baby don’t even try to lie to me, otherwise you wouldn’t have been screaming my name out last night ;)’

I blushed when I read his message. Was he making fun of me? I decided I had enough. I wasn’t going to reply.
*Text alert*
From: Harry
‘Picking you up at nine. Can’t wait to hear you say my name again ;)’

I threw my phone across my bed after reading that.
Great, he was expecting me to give him more tonight. I would have to figure something out to avoid what he was expecting, there was no way I was doing anything remotely sexual with him. Last night was a one time thing. So much for the sweet, caring Harry...

-----

“So, where do you work?” I asked Harry as his eyes were intently watching the road.

“Sporting shop.”

“You? Sports?” I smiled at the thought of Harry messing around on a field playing a sport.

“It pays.” He snapped slightly.

“Oh.”
Well so much for making conversation.

“We’re here.” Harry announced as we pulled up to the club.

My stomach began to turn. I felt my hands shake from nervousness. As sweet as Harry can be, I began to realize how much I didn’t want to be with him, especially at a club.

We walked in, my senses overwhelmed with the heat, blaring music, and unbearable smell of alcohol. Harry immediately took us over to the bar and ordered us some drinks. Thank goodness he ordered something a little light for me.

We talked a bit as we drank our drinks. I became a little more at ease, probably from the alcohol. But I was also really glad Harry hadn’t asked me to dance....yet.

“Let’s dance.”

Crap.

“I don’t want to.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed at mine. “Why not?”
“I don’t want to dance, not with you.”
His head cringed back a bit, slightly offended at my comment. “Well who the fuck are you gonna dance with?”
“No one. I don’t want to dance. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be with you.” As soon as I said it, I realized it was lie. I did want Harry and I wanted to dance with him, but my better judgement overpowered the small amount of alcohol in my system. No matter how kind Harry could be, he was bad ninety percent of the time, and I couldn’t let myself forget it.

Harry looked pissed. His eyes turned dark. “I want to dance, so dammit I’m dancing. And you’re my date so I’m dancing with. you.” I tried to remain composed but he was beginning to frighten me.
“Dance with someone else cause I’m not dancing with you.”
“Fine!” He yelled.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned to finish my drink. When I turned back, I realized Harry had stormed off. I started looking around, wondering where he had gone off too. Then I saw him grinding up against some big booty blonde.
Ouch. I didn’t realize that would make me jealous. Her back was pressed to his front as they slammed their hips onto each other, she was a little more into it then him, I noticed. He didn’t look at me but I could see his face, he looked bored.
Why did he look bored?
I saw him let out a sigh.
He finally gave up and just stood there and let the blonde do all the work. She caught on and turned around. They had a small conversation, as she turned around and walked away, I saw her mutter a “whatever” under her breath, her face full of irritation. I quickly looked back to my drink as Harry came to sit by me.
I laughed to myself. “Blondie didn’t do the job for you?” I referred to his lack of excitement.
“No.” He whispered.
He looked up at me. “Why won’t you dance with me?”
I just stared at his widened eyes, they were so green. So startling green. I could find myself looking into those eyes forever and never get bored. No. Snap out of it Vana.
“I don’t like you.” I felt guilty for saying it, not just cause it was rude, but it was a lie. I just knew I had to get rid of him.
I looked up at him and saw his mouth slightly open, shocked at what I had said. His face showed a mixture of confusion and hurt. He stood up abruptly, causing me to cower. I thought he was about to hit me.
“I’m taking you back home.” His anger turned back into hurt.
My stomach clenched. I felt awful, how could I be so mean?
“N-no. Um, I’ll dance with you.”
“What?”
“I’ll dance with you.”
His eyes were wide with surprise. All of a sudden, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the dance floor.
He turned me around swiftly, crashing my back to his front. His head dipped down into my neck, breathing over the area. He slowly pressed his front into me, I could feel him hardening, his breath getting deeper.
“Vana.” His raspy voice breathed. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I felt his hands trail up my thighs. His touch was slow and torcherous. He starting rubbing up against me, creating the heat to rise. My heartbeat drowned out the music around me.
His fingers tugged on the hem of my dress. His lips finally made contact with the skin on my neck.
“I love that you’re all mine.” He whispered into my ear.
Before I had time to process what he said, I let out a small gasp. His finger had grazed over my underwear, right over my clit.
His lips went back to my neck, now on the other side. I could feel him smirk.
My hand gripped around his wrist as he tugged on my underwear.
“Say my name.” His fingers slid in, grazing over my clit again.
All he got was some deep breathing.
“Say my fucking name.” His voice was even raspier than before.
“Harry.” I breathed
His fingers then attacked around my mound, causing my thighs to clamp. The pressure he was placing with those fingers of his was indescribable. I could barely think as the pleasure increased.
His finger slid into my opening, I almost forgot we were even in a club, but no one seemed to notice. At this point, I didn’t even care.
I squirmed at his touch, but his other hand wrapped around my arms and waist, holding me in place, the warmth his body sent through mine only added to the increasing pleasure I was experiencing as began to pump.
“Mmmm so tight. So wet.” Harry breathed into my ear.
I started to moan as his movements became faster, I could feel the heat rising even more, I was struggling to keep my thighs open. I let my weight fall back onto Harry as I couldn’t keep myself up.
His grip around me tightened as he moved his finger out of my wet opening and around my clit, he began to go in circles.
I started moaning louder, but the music drowned my voice out.
“You make me so horny, baby. I want you to say my name again.”
“Harry...Oh my- Harry!!” I could feel myself about to reach climax, but then the Harry stopped before I could finish.
I was confused, my breathing fast paced. Before I could say anything, he turned me around to face him. He placed his hand on my back.
“I wanna see your eyes when you come for me.”
He put his fingers pack to my clit, moving it in circles. This time, I was facing him. His eyes froze on my face. I became uncomfortable, his good looks intimidated me. He sensed my nervousness. “It’s ok baby” He whispered to me, his cheek against mine. I felt myself aching for him, I needed his touch. He moved his face away from mine.
He bit his lip as he started to put me over the edge. His hand on my back was replaced by his arm, as my weight fell back. I was unable to stand with the immense pleasure coursing through me.
“Say my name.”
“Harry...” I struggled out
As I came I stared into his lust filled eyes, my mouth was open, my breathing fast and heavy.
I slumped forward into him, still unable to keep my own weight. My forehead was pressed against his chest as I tried to catch my breath. I could feel his heart beating rapidly.
He picked me up bridal style as he took me out of the club into his car. I was still trying to process what had just happened. Harry knew what he was doing, and I couldn’t find it in myself to stop him.
I wanted him.

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