Breaking The China Doll

Harry’s eyes traced the line from Nell’s chin down her neck and into the subtle concave just before the valley of her chest. His hand remained on her stomach, immovable, yet he could feel her warmth penetrate her shirt. Head resting over his arm, he studied her as he laid on his side. His desperate tongue would revisit the surface of his bottom lip, tasting the fading flavor of her neck. He had her in this hidden space but couldn’t decide how to unwrap his gift.

Nell laid still as a corpse. She knew she was very much alive for her heart confirmed it. It shook with such vigor, she felt it travel through her spine all the way down to her toes. Eyes cemented, still she could envision all her energy being pulled toward Harry’s hand. She strained to hear his breaths and the few times he’d swallow louder. Nell could even hear the faint noise of movement from his mouth, the same mouth she had yet to try.

She was taken back to a memory when she was 8 years old. Nell walked back from one of her escape dashes to the pond, it was getting dark but she had decided to take a different path home. Trained to be quiet and unnoticed, she passed by an open window and paused at the eerie sounds. She thought a woman was hurt but as she crept closer she saw something else that looked even more frightening.

This woman laid face down and the man stood behind her. It appeared as though he were hurting her but he had nothing in his hands. She remembered the motions and what confused her even more was seeing the woman reluctant to escape. The last image in her head was the sight of the victim raising her head and smiling as the man continued to torture her. When she walked away, the sounds continued to haunt her. Nell shared that with no one, overwhelmed with guilt of having spied on them in the first place.

“Nell?” Harry whispered.

She opened her eyes and turned her head slowly.

“Are you okay?”

“Ye-yes,” she could barely utter.

“Do you feel safe here?”

Nell nodded.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Harry waited for a second nod. “Do you know what a man looks like underneath?”

Nell swallowed and widened her eyes then shook her head unsure.

“Do you want to see what I look like?”

The knot in Nell’s throat had traveled down to her chest as another one formed in her stomach. She thought this would be the time to leave but her body was heavy, almost as though it had been anchored to the bed. She noticed Harry’s eyes fall to her chest where she was evidently struggling to contain the slow and steady fire.

“You didn’t say no, so I’ll take that as a timid yes.”

Harry climbed off the bed, walked around till he stood erect without any danger of bumping his head. Nell watched him and made sure to hide any expression of delight or intrigue. The only thing she allowed herself to do was sit up. Her feet touched the floor and her hands clasped neatly on her lap, ready.

A smirk reached Harry’s face, he knew she was curious. Amused by how silent her yeses were, he was relieved she didn’t say no or that she wanted to go home. Surely he wouldn’t force her to stay but he wanted to give her a taste of the things they could do in the privacy of this confinement.

First, he raised his hands over his head and began pulling at his shirt. Nell stared blankly at the first sign of toned skin starting from his hips up his navel and abdomen until his chest remained exposed. Her eyes darkened at the sight of a wound on his left side. The skin was pink and a bit swollen from a glossy inked tattoo. Dark brown irises continued to scan across his landscape, from his muscular arms and lean stomach, just like the man in her memory.

With an evil grin, Harry unbuttoned his jeans and slowly dragged down the zipper. Stepping on one pant leg to assist in the removal, he pushed the denim down and climbed out from the pooled fabric. He modeled his tight black underwear, unashamed of the protruding display of his masculinity.

Nell observed his long firm legs, he had defined thighs, runner’s thighs, and she could tell he was proud of his body. Her palms were sweaty and the heat throughout her body was enough to set off the alarms in her head.

“Do want me to continue?” Harry asked looking down at his briefs then raising his green eyes to meet hers.

Nell looked down right away and pressed her lips together, too nervous to answer but then she returned to his gaze. Harry chuckled and tucked his thumbs beneath the waistband to pull off his last garment. Out sprung his manhood in crystal clear view, pink and plump and so ready to be nurtured by her.

He smiled when he witnessed the intensity in her eyes. She was indeed captivated for this was the very first time she had ever seen such a thing...and this up close. That was the object that tortured the woman, she thought. But why did the woman smile, did she find it pleasurable? How, how could something of that length submerged inside a girl bring her to smile?

Nell looked perplexed and yet drawn to the figure. Harry on the other hand, knew it was time to distract her. He knelt before her, hiding his abrasive member so that she may refocus on his kind face.

“I won’t kiss you yet… your lips that is, until you ask me to. But I want to touch you… and I will until you beg me to stop,” Harry stated.

Nell grew mute but was glad he didn’t ask her if she wanted him to touch her. Harry grazed her leg down to her ankle and calmly removed her sandal. Then he did the same with the other foot. Inhaling and exhaling huskily, he took her right leg and placed the palm of her foot over the tip of his erection. Nell held her breath momentarily till her lips parted for air. Harry tilted her foot so that her toes would caress the side of his length. Letting out a tiny moan, he took her other leg and pretended her feet were hands.

The warmth that she felt on the soles of her feet left her breathless. It was soft and twitched when she wiggled her toes. It was hard yet somewhat flexible, and something inside her wanted it but she couldn’t reason why. Harry wanted her to touch him but he knew she wouldn’t fancy the idea of wrapping her hands around his stiffness.

"I'm going to touch you now.”

His deep voice sent a shiver up Nell’s arms and soon he was parting her hands and setting them to the side. Harry’s fingertips pressed at the base of her heels and slithered their way over her calves and to the front of her shins. Stopping at the bend of her knees, he gradually pushed them apart just enough. Her dress behaved on her lap, covering the destination his hand wished to roam. The pressure of his gaze initiated the summersault in her belly as she saw and felt his fingers caress her inner thighs.


Hands turned to fists, Nell’s lids grew heavy and she gave in to shut them. A wandering fingertip poked her panty, sending a small zap. Then it returned with a partner and the two fingers began to press firmly. Harry sucked on his bottom lip, this self control felt unbearable. Had it been another damsel he would have ripped right through her. But this was a new world for Nell and he wanted her to enjoy and embrace it till it was all she craved.

Harry beamed once he felt a drop of wetness seep through her underwear. It was enough to dare him to remove this inhibiting cloth. Both hands slid up her outer thighs till they met the elastic seam and waiting for hesitation on her behalf, he saw none and proceeded to tug on them. Nell shifted her weight and peeked at the sight of her panties gliding off her legs.

Widening the gap between her thighs, Harry sliced his hand through till the awaiting end and heard a coo come forth Nell’s mouth. His finger greeted by the dampness of her pleasure, excited Harry beyond belief. She was quiet but he knew these signs meant something. His other hand kindly held her thigh in place in case she should coward. His hard stomach pressed against her legs and at any moment he could just pounce her.

Nell was too embarrassed to make eye contact, but the contact he had made was beginning to make sense to her. Gliding his middle finger in, measure by measure, she marveled at the sensation and could only imagine what the rest of him would feel like. Harry slid in both fingers and began to massage her soft flesh as his hand collected the light glaze she exuded. His thumb brushed her new clit and every time he pressed down to rub her Nell’s body would shudder.

Her silent screams turned into gasps and angelic pants; they drove Harry wild with uncontrollable hunger. Closing his eyes as well, his hips motioned the rhythm of his hand as he joined her soft moans. This is all he could do for now. All he wanted was for her to experience her first orgasm in the palm of his hand. He’d be willing to take care of himself later, but at this rate, he felt he would come by just imagining himself inside her tight space.

An explosion went off in his head at the realization that Nell’s hips were timidly rocking to his hand. Her short breaths were escalating and the tension around his fingers increased in its cycles. Harry felt her on edge and kept wiggling his thumb against her trigger until Nell inhaled brashly. She didn’t know what was becoming of her only that Harry was causing it. His hand slowed as she exhaled with a whimper.

Harry leaned back on his heels, slipping his hand out and anticipating the right moment where he could taste his fingers; taste her. First, he waited for her. To open her eyes and say that she never wanted to see or talk to him again. To do something.

Nell’s head fell forward, hiding her face. Once she regained feeling in her knuckles, toes and stomach, not to mention the pulse between her thighs, she awoke. She sensed she was being watched and could no longer hide the impure effect he had on her. Raising her head high while she stretched her back, Nell released a smooth exhale that turned into a satisfying smile Harry was surprised to find.

Notes

Inspired track: Addicted to Love - Skylar Grey

I don't intend on making this a fluffy love story but am venturing into a darker realm. No torture tactics, but I hope you'll stick around to see. Please let me know your thoughts and even ideas if you're willing.

Thank you @One Direction 1O1
for your loving nudges. xoxo