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This chapter was edited the 15.02.2023
Louis William Tomlinson:
With a pair of emerald eyes, he is bringing new vibes to my life that never have existed until now. He is in pink. A shade of colour I'm mostly used to see on buttcheeks after a round or two with a flogger or a riding crop. He is wearing panties, not the same as any other of my boys. He isn't one of the boys. There is something precious about him. His height and muscles got nothing to say on his personality. He is a princess, much to a difference from what I'm used to do. Could I play the role as the prince? Or would I walk too far out of my personal zone of control? Who am I to joke with myself, I'm already crossing lines I should never consider walking over. I'm inviting one of my employees out on lunch, what a disaster of an idea Tomlinson. But now you have to do it because you still want Harry don't you? You want him on his knees waiting for you. You want all of him, don't you? His curls, mouth, and body. You want him in a way you have never wanted anyone else before. But will you sacrifice your boys for him, to stare into those emerald eyes for how long into the entirety you can see.
"Good morning Marion, could you make lunch here today?" I asked my housekeeper as I went downstairs for breakfast. For the first time in a long while I skipped my morning run. I got too many thoughts in my head to consider, to think through options. I don't like this change of routines, and tomorrow it has to get back on my schedule.
"Of course, sir. What do you want?" she asked. What would Harry want to eat for food? Maybe some kind of Italian vibe to it? Or Spanish Tapas? Tapas sounds good so he can chose between multiple things.
"Italian? Tapas?" I replied.
"What about tapas with some Italian elements. For example, a feta watermelon salad, focaccia, meatballs, and some small pizzas? And some sort of pasta dish" she rattled a long list of different choices, which should be okay with Harry.
"Add some fruits or berries" I told her. Eating healthy food is something I became very concerned about when I started living this lifestyle. Having healthy routines are important for the subs to be able to get through the hard scenes as well as coping with their life besides the bed and obeying.
"Great. Noon?" she asked.
"Yes and make food for two" I smiled and sat down reading the newspapers. How many bad things are going on right now in this world? Another school shooting happened tonight. TEH is helping out with recourses in those crisis, but that shouldn't be necessary in the perfect world. These gun policy's should be discussed in a more appropriate way. Even though I don't want kids, I would never be able to send my kids to school when this is the world they would be living in.
After eating a delicious portion of oatmeal with berries on I left to get dressed. What would be a good suit for todays occasion? A grey one maybe? Or maybe I should do the same as the one I used when I saw him the first time. Deciding on the last alternative, I collected Marco so we could go early into work. It's now 6 a.m. and in two hours Harry is arriving. If I was hoping to get any work done today I must do it before he comes in. He is distracting me too much during the day. Not only with his looks, but also with every action he does. My mind is all around him thinking about if he is being a good or bad boy, if he is feeling well.
"Good morning Mr. Tomlinson" Louisa says walking into my office at 8 a.m. straight, together with my princess. He is wearing a purple sweater today matched with some purple pants. He is standing out. My mind does wander to what he got under the pants. If he followed my task for him. Maybe they are purple as well?
"Good morning Louisa. Hi Mr. Styles" I told them handing them one ton of papers each. They needed to be organised.
"Styles" I ordered as they were about to leave my office. Louisa gave Harry a sympathetically stare, before walking out of my office.
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No Control (L.S BDSM)
FanfictionCEO Louis William Tomlinson craves one thing in life: control. When his eyes stare into the emerald eyes of his assistant Harry Edward Styles he loses all control he has worked so hard to gain. Will Louis be able to control his want for Harry? And w...