𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
Trapped. She was trapped for 5 years. At the age of partying and living her life to the fullest, she was trapped. Living a vain life. A life that was full of pain and te...
A/N: BDSM Alert! Skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable with it! You have been warned!
Alana's POV.
Harry casually walked into the bedroom and started changing. Although he'd put on a bit of weight since I first met him almost one and half years ago, his body was still strong under the slightly softer exterior. I watched him changing and imagined him pinning me down, making me beg and scream for him. I knew it was what I wanted, I just had to figure out how to tell him, and hope he was willing to try.
"Hey baby bug, what's up?" he asked.
I was sitting in the corner of his bed, still in my work clothes. Harry usually beat me home for the past month, but I'd been on a special project working with Zayn the past week, which allowed me to be here, waiting for him for once. It had given me just enough time to think through what I wanted to say, my anxiety spiking as I considered the possibility that this might go very badly.
Honesty. Deep breath. Just be honest. I could do this.
"We need to talk," I managed to say quietly.
"That sounds serious. Everything ok?" He stopped changing, shirt almost off and belt hanging open, and turned around to look at me.
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His eyes showed the stress of a long day at work and coming home to a girlfriend who seemed nervous about the conversation she was starting. It didn't help that almost shirtless and with his belt open, my brain jumped to what was hidden just a little lower. I willed myself to focus. If all went well, I'd be seeing more soon.
"I'm listening," He sat down on the opposite corner of the bed, his emerald eyes curious, with a hint of desire.
I could feel my heart racing and urged my body to calm down. My core was already damp from my earlier thoughts about him rendering me helpless, and my nipples started to tighten as I thought through what to say next.
"So," I said, taking a deep breath "You know, how we are experiencing different aspects of sex. You know with different toys and stuff,"
I was slowly feeling a little better. I am a little more confident as I went on.
"More recently I ended up reading those Beauty stories where she gets turned into a slave? At first, I thought it seemed a bit harsh, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I was turned on," I was talking faster now, eager to get all this out before I lost my nerve. He was calmly sitting across from me, intently trying to hold my gaze as I shyly looked down away from the smolder I could see in his beautiful eyes. "I remember reading about the girls getting spanked, and stuffed with toys, and made to play humiliating games or stand in humiliating ways, and the truth is..." I stopped to swallow my fear "The truth is I think I'd like to explore some of that. Or all of that. With you,"
I exhaled slowly while I waited for him to react.
"So," he said cautiously. I noticed the smolder hadn't left his gaze. "You want to be my slave?"
