I Am Prostitute (Narry Stripper AU)

Chapter 12: This House No Longer Feels Like Home

***Harry’s POV*** WARNING: some small smut. Do I even need to put that now it’s been rated R??? hmmm

I wiped the sweat off my brow as I stood at the kitchen bench, reading the list of jobs. There were 101, and yes I counted. What was I up to? 67, and it wasn’t almost time for Louis and Zayn to be back. Most of the jobs would’ve been easy if the house wasn’t so friggen big! I mean come on! Who needs a bathroom for every bedroom, of which there are 7. SEVEN! Zayn doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to have many friends, so why does he need that many bedrooms? I looked at the list again, to see what I had to do next. ‘Bake a Cake. Make it so it’s ready for when we get home. Caramel.’ Stupid prick.

I walked over to the pantry and was looking for the ingredients, when the front door open. I looked at the clock, they were early! Crap it’s fucking Tuesday. School is let out early on Tuesdays. I sighed and kept looking for he ingredients. I was bent over grabbing the self raising flour, when someone slapped my ass. I yelped and stood upright, forgetting that there was a shelf above me. I winced in pain, as my head began to throb. I heard a chuckle behind me, and I turned to see who had violated me. Zayn, with that perfect quiff, perfect skin, perfect eyes, fuck! Just everything about him was perfect, but I knew that underneath, was a hideous beast. One that couldn’t be tamed. He smirked at me, knowing that I hadn’t even come close to finishing the list. I stormed past him and put the ingredients onto the bench. He came up behind me and pinned me to the bench, his chest pressed up against my back. He leant into my face, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

“You didn’t finish the list.” He stated. His voice was low and husky. This could only mean one thing. He was extremely turned on. Something must’ve happened at school, and he thought that now would be a good time to let loose. I turned around to face him, our faces only inches apart.

“So what if I didn’t.” I whispered. His eyes narrowed, and he smirked.

“I told you there was to be punishment.” I moved closer to him, so that my breath was now on his lips.

“So punish me.” He smirked and closed the gap between us, smashing his lips onto mine. He forced his way into my mouth, not that I gave much of a fight. What I didn’t expect was him pulling away and ripping my shirt open. I openly gaped at him and he chuckled.

“Strip.” My mouth opened wider, if that was even possible. “I said, STRIP!” He yelled. I flinched, but started to undress myself all the same. This reminds me of when I worked at the strip club. SHIT! They must be friggen pissed! Not worried, cause they can always replace me. I’m not the only curly-haired, green-eyed teenager in the world. Once I was completely naked, I turned to face Zayn with all my pride and confidence, lol jokes I was fucking terrified. He smirked when he saw me, and I felt violated again when he raked his eyes up and down my body. I blushed, hard, when he started to walk towards me and he chuckled. “Don’t worry babe, you get to wear this!” He pulled something out of a draw, and I gaped at him. It was a fucking apron.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Yep.” He smirked. “I am. Put it on, and bake my cake.” I stared at him a bit longer, and glared at him while I put it on.

“Fucking jerk.” I mumbled.

“I heard that!” Now it was my time to smirk. So I made the cake with my bare bum facing Zayn, and I swear he didn’t leave his spot from behind me once. Pervert. I finished baking the cake and I brought it over to him. He looked at it, took it from me, and placed it beside him. I frowned at this. He didn’t even want it! “You knowww,” He drawled. “You look sexy in that apron, and I had a bit of a hard time controlling myself.” He stood up from his chair, and pulled me close to him by my hips. He bent his head towards my ear and whispered, “But I bet you look better with it off.” He sat back down in his chair, pulling me on top of him, and I could already feel that he was hard. I gulped. “By the way Harry, your punishment isn’t over yet. You still have to put on a show for me.”