Call Me Daddy l.s.

Chapter 3 - Rules

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I'm eating spoonfuls of fudge frosting o.O

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I woke up in Harry's bed alone, initially taking a second to remember where I was.

I looked over at the digital clock he had on the night stand and it read 9:28. I very reluctantly got out of bed, leaving the warmth and comfort. The only thing that got me up was wanting to find Harry.

Going into the bathroom I attempted to fix my hair a little and brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath.

After I was finished, I made my way downstairs quietly, in search of Harry. As soon as I made it down the stairs, I saw a curly head of hair sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Hey." I greeted softly so he'd know I was here.

He turned around and looked over his shoulder to see me. I moved around to the front of the couch so he could see me better and he greeted me back.

"Hey doll. What're you doing up?"

"Nothing, just looking for you. You weren't there when I woke up." I explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I came down and try to get some work done so I could be free later."

"What are you working on?" I asked.

"Oh just some boring emails to send. I feel like I have a team of monkeys working for me. They're all idiots!" He grumbled.

"Ah. I'm sorry..." I said quietly.

"Don't be. It's not your fault." He assured, closing his laptop and facing me.

"Come sit?" He offered, moving some papers to the coffee table to make room for me.

"Thanks." I murmured as I sat down.

He nodded and smiled, just staring at me. I felt hot under his gaze and could feel my cheeks begin to redden. "Whaaat?" I complained, "why are you looking at me like that?" I smiled, blushing.

"Want to." Harry answered shortly.

"Whyyy?" I countered.

Harry sighed and sat up a little straighter. All at once his whole posture changed and I could feel the mood of the situation shift.

"Listen Louis. I've decided to just go ahead and be straightforward with this. I need to talk to you about something serious." I gulped audibly at his words. What was he going on about?

"I'm very well aware we just met and don't know a whole lot about each other but I like you a lot already. And based on the kissing we shared last night, I assume the feeling is at least somewhat mutual. Am I correct?" He inquired.

"Y-yes." I said meekly. "Where's this going?"

"Hold on. Just let me explain." He cleared his throat. "I don't want to push you into anything and I promise I don't want you to feel obligated to accept to what I'm about to ask of you. I just wanted to come out with it openly so it is what it is or it won't."

"You're confusing me..." I stopped him.

"Okay. Let me just ask; do you know what BDSM is Louis?" He said very seriously.

My face instantly flushed. I didn't know a whole lot about it but I did know the general idea of it. "I-isn't that like a sex kink. Or where there's a dominant a-and a s-submissive one in a s-sexual re-relationship?"

"Yes mostly. You're right. As you'll figure out, if you haven't already, I'm a very dominant person. I like to be in control and I like things to go my way. But I also believe I'm a very kind understanding person. I try my best to be nice and make others happy. And that's what being in a dominant and submissive relationship is all about. It's not just controlling rough sex Louis, it's about the dominant caring for and pleasing their submissive. And in return, the submissive fully gives in to their dominant. And... And that's what I want from you Louis." Harry finally said. "I've been in a handful of relationships like this before, but I met like-minded people online or at clubs, so I understand how strange this must sound considering the way we met." He continued.