No Control (L.S BDSM)

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This chapter was edited the 18.02.2023

Harry Edward Styles:

He is standing there, right in front of me, in his high glory, besides a priest, he is the God. He told me he would never change. That this wasn't something that was him. Today he is proving everything he once said wrong. There are new beginnings to other endings. Open your eyes Harry, this is the world you begged for in your daydreams that wasn't supposed to become real, but yet they did. Never stop dreaming.

"You are crazy Louis" I tell him. The worst part of it all. The priest is here. He is dressed in a hot handsome smoking, and we are at a wedding avenue. There is nothing missing.

I can still remember the start of the fairy-tale. The one he told me I would never get with him. I can picture every day I've had with Louis in clear pictures screaming through my head like a Disney movie. The young, immature virgin waltzing into his office just hoping for the smallest job to find some money to live for. Louis already started scolding me for my wrong doings at our first meeting. I was late, and if you know our whole story you would know that being late is 'rude' and 'done by a bad boy' in Louis's eyes, and a spanking would be appropriate. But I didn't know that about Louis at the time I told him 'I'm so sorry sir', and the way he hired me right after my apology didn't give me the idea that what he wanted of me was a submissive. After the scolding Niall told me how sexy Louis was, and he indeed is, even more now that I know the whole him. I told Niall "yeah yeah sure", but you know right now I am indeed sure. And before I knew it my eyes opened for the man with the wardrobe with hundreds of different suits. He invited me to lunch, and stupid innocent Harry thought the man was going to ask you on a date to declare his genuine feelings for you. Yet you were so wrong. Even though I got my loved Watermelon feta salad, and Louis loved seeing me on the office floor in panties, he told me 'I want you', but not the 'I love you', the 'As a submissive". He didn't want to give me the flowers, the dates, the children and the growing old by the fireplace life. What he had in mind was fluffy handcuffs, paddles, and a lot of rough sex, which I a year ago would run for my dear life away from, but now can beg the man for out of my own will. I did a lot of research and it scared me. I kinkshamed a lot of people, and sometimes I felt like he was walking me like a dog with the collar on. But it became the new sexy. It's strange how far you can go when you love someone isn't it? Fisting though was a 'red', and I still don't believe Louis fist would go through my hole. And he could fuck me numerous of times, but I would still make a huge conflict out of the word 'contract' and the date 28th of September was only coming closer day by day. My mom told me she could tell that Louis loved me by the way he looked at me, but when I showed him love, he would act like it didn't matter and he became such a cold soul until the elevator sex could make the mood lighten up. But the cold eyes weren't bearable for too long. How can you stare into the eyes of the one you love and not get it back for so long? He broke me down, but I know I broke him deeper down. Sometimes you need to be broken to be healed. And we both are. Love is present. Love is future.

So, what are you waiting for Harry? This is the fairy-tale you wanted.

"If you are crazy then I want to be crazy with you" I tell him smiling as he opens his suit jacket and pull out a ring box. What did he actually plan this? Did he expect the wedding to go to hell as it did? The bright diamond is shining into my eyes, almost blinding me so much I can't see the man I love.

Louis William Tomlinson:

"I, Louis William Tomlinson, take you, Harry Edward Styles, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart, for when you are lonely, and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me when we're apart. Now you know me baby, just for your eyes only" I tell my loved man as the priest has made his speech.

If you asked me where I would be in one year in 2021, I would never say 'I'm standing right next to the man I love, ready to marry him'. When Louisa told me she was pregnant I thought of a bad time of only bad happenings would arrive. I wanted a woman to be my new assistant, yet an angelic voice of a man with deep green eyes made my decision fade away in a second. And I have never looked back. I'm not going to lie, everything with him told me the word 'submissive' as he responded so well to my scolding when he arrived late. And even though I tried my best to forget the idea that got stronger and stronger by the days arriving and walking past, it just couldn't be changed. It was something in him I desperately wanted, something I needed. If you told me he was going to change the perspective I have on life, then I would kick you out of my eyesight before you could say 'sorry sir'. But he has. Harry isn't the same man as back then. I took a lot of his innocent when I took the price of his virginity. He isn't as clumsy anymore. Which is sad because I loved the view of him on the floor with his panties on clear view. The collection of panties has only grown bigger, that's an honest truth. I told him a strict 'no' to everything closely related to romance, but he kept on being emotional. He had breakdowns and his feelings became closer to me. He never gave up the discussions about that damn contract, which in one way explains how bad idea it was of me to think he would be a natural submissive taking the 'good boy' role right away. He would never anyways. That boy loves giving me extra grey hairs. But his fight mood was interesting, something I haven't seen in anyone before. He had passion, which is why he wasn't the one I would ever let go of even when I hurt him the most. I needed the eyeopener to see how much I love him, to dear to love him back, to say the words 'I love you', and now I don't regret a single thing I've ever done. Because now I feel peace, this is my destination. He can kinkshame as much as he wants, have four nipple clamps on, hate the thought of chastity and fisting, giggle of elevator sex and eat too much gelato for his poor stomach, but he is perfect in every possible way I can think of. So now it's up to me to make the day he dreaded, 28th of September, to the day he will forever love.

"You may kiss the groom" the priest says, and I attack Harry's lips right away.

"Do you have the wedding suite planned too?" he giggles having the same dirty mind as I do. Where would we go without these thoughts?

"Of course, I do. I want to make love to my husband as soon as possible" I tell him smirking.

"Boring daddy. When did you start to make love? I want this hard and kinky" and he is the one taking the lead in what he wants. I have made him kinkier than myself by now. Never thought that was possible when he walked in with his green dream of eyes.

Blue meets green and make a perfect shade.

See you in part 2.
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