Taking Down!!!

Scream

"Mr Styles, you scared me." I told the curly haired man.

"Get in the car, Stasia." Harry ordered me. I crossed my arms and kept on walking. "Don't be so stubborn. Get in the damn car, Stasia. You're soaking wet." Harry said in a not so pleased voice.

"So?" I rolled my eyes.

"It pisses me off." Harry groaned.

"Why?" I spoke. He held the steering wheel tightly, as his knuckles turned white.

"Because I'm not the cause of it. Now, if I were you, I would get in the car, because I can punish you for being stubborn and talking back, princess." he said through his gritted teeth. I stopped walking and he stopped driving.

"Now, is that so, Mr Styles? And that's just it, Mr Styles. You're not me. So how about you just keep on driving and let me walk. Walking is healthier than driving an expensive ass car." I shouted.

"Get in the fucking car, Stasia." Harry shouted as the veins on his neck were visible. His teeth were gritted and his face was red. I widened my eyes and obeyed him. I got in the car and shut the door. "Put your fucking seatbelt on." he demanded. I put my seatbelt on without hesitation and sat up. He started to drive with a frown on his face.

"Sir-"

"When we get home, I'm gonna spank you so damn hard for talking back and acting like such a bad girl." he cut me off. "Rule number one, always be a good girl for daddy. Rule number two, always obey. Rule number three, never sneak out. Rule number four, don't touch yourself unless I say so. Rule number five, always call me Mr Styles, Sir, or Daddy."

"Oh fuck off." I told him. I took my phone out and dialed Niall's number. It started to ring.

"Watch your mouth." Harry said as he took my phone out of my hands, and threw it out the window.

"What the fuck?! What was that for, you asshole? That was an iPhone 5s. Do you know how much it cost me?" I said angrily.

"Like six hundred dollars? I don't care. That's how much money I earn per minute. Look under your seat." he demanded me.

"No, what? Why? Why would I do that?"

"Just do it." He demanded and I obeyed once again. I looked under my seat and saw an iPhone 6 box.

"And what the fuck is this, Harry?" I asked him as I sat up with the box in my hands.

"I don't know, you tell me." said Harry as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I know, and I said 'what the fuck is this?'" I repeated myself. "I don't need another phone. Scratch that out. I don't need an expensive phone. I was okay with the phone that you threw out your damn car." I shouted in frustration.

"Thought you needed an upgrade." he shrugged and laughed.

"Upgrade? A fucking upgrade?" my eyebrows frowned as he laughed.

"I mean, if it was okay with you." he scrunched his nose.

"Okay wi-... how about you ask the phone that you chucked out your window?" I groaned and kicked his seat.

"When are you going to stop bringing that up?" Harry laughed at me.

"When I get my phone back, but that's never gonna happen, is it? So never." I smiled.

"You got an upgrade." Harry tried not to laugh.

"Shove this upgrade up your expensive ass." I huffed. "How would you feel if I threw this phone out the window?" I smirked.

"I wouldn't give a shit. I can buy as many as I want. That's yours, not mine, so if you throw it, I wouldn't really care. But the question is, how are you going to contact your friends and family without a phone? That's something to really think about." Harry said in a posh accent.

"You're an asshole for doing that." I told him. Harry stopped the car by a small store and he looked at me with a serious look upon his face.

"Stasia, I can fire you, or punish you, so call me an asshole one more time, and you'll see what happens. If you do it, your punishment will be worse. I won't only bend you over to spank you, but I will also bend you over to fuck you... hard. You won't be able to walk for days, maybe weeks. So I suggest you stop calling me an asshole and stop talking back." Harry seductively said. He started to drive off into the rain. He turned the radio on and slow music came on.

He rested his hand on my inner thigh and he rubbed small circles with his thumb. I held onto my seat tightly as he got closer to my crotch. He unzipped my jeans and slowly slipped his hand in my pants and bit his lip in concentration. He slowly rubbed me through my panties, and I getting wet by his touch, started to pant.

"Harry, don't." I choked. "Please stop. Harry, fucking stop! You have two kids and a wife!" I blurted out. Harry stopped and gritted his teeth. He started to drive fast, very fast. "Harry, slow down." I said in a shaky voice. I held onto my seatbelt and looked at Harry. One hand was on the steering wheel while the other one was holding onto my thigh, tightly.

"I hope your ass can take thirty spankings. You better scream, or else." Harry said through his gritted teeth.

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Terrible chapter, but I'll try to post another one today.

I'll probably make one of you a character because I ran out of girl names, and because I love y'all.

Chapter seven is gonna be very interesting. xxx