What were chapters twelve and thirteen in the old book will be merged together as one chapter due to editing reasons. Hope you understand.
slight smut warning for this chapter. not a lot, though.
Louis-
Yet again, after refusing to take a break from work, Liam had gotten home in a bad mood. I was sick of having to keep out of his bad books just because he was in a shitty mood and he didn't want to tell us why.
"Liam, what's wrong?" I ask, offering him a coffee.
"Not right now, Louis. Leave me alone, please." I sigh and let my shoulders drop. This had been happening far too often and he wasn't talking about it, making everything worse. Everyone was constantly having to avoid pissing him off until he let himself relax.
"We just want to know what's wrong!" I snap, and his eyes begin to change. Still, he let me carry on and smirked as I spoke. "Everyone is constantly dodging around you because you won't tell us what it is that's making you like this. I mean for fucks sake at least take it out on one of us and you know exactly what I mean."
"I suggest you watch your attitude with me." I grab his shirt, knowing exactly the kind of reaction it would bring.
"It's true! You act all high and mighty all of the time and never let anyone even try and help! So if you want me to 'watch my attitude' why don't you change yours?" I gulped as he slammed me up against the wall behind us, letting go of his shirt and smiling innocently. I knew exactly what I was doing. If he wasn't going to talk, he could resolve his issues this way. It was hot and we all enjoyed it, though it meant that most of us would end up sore for days.
"Liam..." I whisper teasingly, pushing against him to irritate him further.
"Why don't you do yourself a favour and shut up?"
"I'm just telling you the truth," his hand finds its way to my throat, tightening slightly and forcing me to still as he forced eye contact.
"Don't you dare think you can talk to me like you just did, I will spank your ass raw. You don't want that, do you?" I gulped and squirmed a little, watching him smirk at me.
"No Sir," we both heard Harry walk into the room behind us, though he chose a wiser option and sat patiently waiting for attention. It had already forced him into a submissive mindset.
"Good. I suggest you think about getting on your knees and keeping your mouth open for me," he lets me have enough room to do as I was told, soon crouching down in front of me with a wild look in his eye. "Now turn around and give me your wrists." once he had cuffed my wrists using a pair of handcuffs that had appeared from nowhere, he tugged down my trousers and pushed some sort of toy right against my asshole.
"Yes, Harry?" he said, grabbing my hair again and tugging slightly.
"Hi, hug?"
By the end of the night, I was a writhing and sweating mess from being edged for hours on end. Despite that, though, I knew that he was nowhere near done with me. He'd even sent the others to sleep in another room.
"You wanted me to take it out on someone, Lou, I don't know what you expected. This is exactly what you asked for, isn't it? You just wanted to be a hole for me to fuck tonight, and that's what I'm doing," he whispered, pulling at the rope around my wrists a little to make sure it wasn't too loose or tight. "Open your legs for me, and be quiet. Wouldn't want to wake the others, would we?"
"They're not asleep, I can hear them getting off to us from here," I grumble, and he slaps me before laughing when I huffed.
"Didn't I just say be quiet?" he lifts my legs over my hips and I groaned as he slipped back inside of me. Despite not getting any sort of release all night, I was still sensitive, and he relished in it. He didn't bother giving me any time to adjust again, finding his pace fast and sticking to it the entire time. Anybody could hear the sounds of my bedframe banging against the wall behind us, and I struggled not to start moaning at it all. "Always liking to piss me off, just so I can fuck you just how you like it. Like a fucking whore. My fucking whore."
"Yours, though. Don't like talking, so you leave it until somebody lets you use their body to get rid of your frustration. Love it," he slaps me again, grabbing the leather paddle from beside us.
