No Control (L.S BDSM)

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This chapter was edited the 17.02.2023

Harry Edward Styles:

It's not about what you can live without, it's all about what you want to live with.

His soft and warm hands gently running down my spine, my shivers of excitement of his existence in the room. It's in these surroundings I know he wants me. Behind the dark curtains he shows me who badly he needs me, to taste, to smell and to be inside. The game is always better with him. And I'm always ready to beg for it, to take it, to rest it on my fingertips, to taste it and feel it out. I'm always in, right now. Just give what I need, and I will obey every command of yours.

"I'm going to drive you crazy" Louis whispers into my mouth as we are kissing roughly in the elevator on our way up to the third floor. The sex beast inside of Louis mind has become a physical beast, and I'm feeling like the beauty ready to please him enough to become the prince.

"You can try" I challenged him. His hands roughly grabbed me and pulled me against the elevator wall. The quick actions catching me with surprise.

"Your mouth is so filthy today" he spoke while rubbing my crotch through my pants with one of his hands.

"Tell me you don't like it" and as I believed he smirked. The pling of the elevator reaching it's destination, and the doors opening. Louis don't care, and honestly I couldn't care much myself. I'm way too busy being held against a wall getting pleased by a hungry bear. And let me tell you, this is exactly where I want to be.

"Sirs" a third voice distraction our hot kiss. Louis pulls way, and I'm suddenly down on the floor with my feet. The third man standing there with wide eyes staring at us. In the reflection of some mirrors in the elevator I can see my hair in every direction, and a darkening hickey on the left side of my neck. The man must have gotten the sight of his life, or the trauma.

"This elevator is not fooking available" Louis sparks and click the 'close the doors' button at the elevator panel. I can't stop myself from laughing, seeing him like this was hilarious.

"Uhm I'm sorry" the man said and quickly left the hallway. Poor guy. Seeing Louis rubbing my dick through my pants must be shocking and eye wakening for him.

"That was fun, a bit of humiliation of you. Think about if you were naked when that man saw you"

"You got scary thoughts"

"I know, and you like it"

"How could you possibly know that?" I mocked him. He stared me down with intense eyes.

"The way you turn the question into mocking instead of a confident no, the reason to your hardening cock, to your heavier breath. I can sense all of your body language baby. I know you better than you do yourself" for each of his explanations a hand on the body part he is describing.

"So, what if I do like this kinky shit?" I halfway irritated asked him, not letting him know all of my shame. How would people you know thing of you if they knew you liked your dominant to tie you up and fuck you recklessly?

"Then I'm very pleased" he smiled with his cockiness spreading from top to toe. His eyes of confident self-joy, and his whole body acting like a horny animal ready for it's prize.

"I'm not" I said with my arms crossed, my mouth pouting.

"Oh, and why is that you little brat?" he asked placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to himself.

"Because you haven't fucked me yet even though you told me in the car you got no control, and you couldn't contain this anymore" of course I remember still what his words were. They've been stuck in my head (both the one with the brain and the one leaking) ever since they left his hungry mouth. He knows how to turn me hungry too.