No Control (L.S BDSM)

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Word count: 1761
This chapter was written the 19.03.2023

Louis William Tomlinson:

In a group of people, you will find different persons who take a role, not necessary the same role as they would have with someone else than you. You take with you part of your personality into each interaction you have, just like everyone else. It's where two with the same personality traits meet, you will figure out how you change in the meeting with others. Environment can be a factor on how you change, and who you become. If you get the right soil, enough (not too much) water, and the sunshine you need then you can bloom wonderfully in the way you wished. If you are in the opposite environment then leaves can hang low, and it can be hard to maintain your own identity.

"I'm not exhausted Louis, I really want to" Harry complains that I've said no to take him to the playroom the last three days. I wanted him to rest after the whole Luke episode, as well as his punishment the earlier days. So today we have spent the day in bed, all three of us, Aster sleeping safe and soundly in his bedside crib.

"Harry it's written all over your face that you are exhausted" I try to tell him.

"Yellow" he then says. I try my best to wrap my head around what the reason to his colouring might can be, but I'm blank. There is no reason why he should do this now.

"You need a break? Tell me what you need so I can make it better" I ask him, feeling shit that I don't even know myself what he need. I should be able to tell that by now.

"I need you to fuck me" he demands. His voice is confident and strong. He is stubborn, he wont give up now. He has set his goal, and if I won't give him it, I'm sure he would use every trick in his book of experience to get his will pleased.

"Are you trying to be topping from the bottom little one?" I tell him getting my stricter and more dominant voice to tower his statement. I would have no chance to make him feel intimidated with my height, being the lower one of us, but I have a way more dominant attitude than the small kitty in Harry.

"What if I am? Would that make me a bad boy daddy?" he smirks at his own dirty talking. While I'm trying my best to keep true to my own statement that today was going to be bedrest for all three of us, the words coming out of his mouth is making the situation way harder than I expected and intended it to become.

"A very bad boy indeed" I tell him. Harry crawls on top of me and starts to lick down my bare stomach with his tounge. He makes sure to tease my nipples in his process. He is making me frustrated, and I want to flip him over and give him a good spanking for denying my orders.

"I can be a very good boy, if you will take me to the playroom" he tells me looking up at me with his puppy eyes, and then continues to tease my nipples. His teasing works to his benefit, and I let out a loud moan. My cock is hurting in the tight boxers.

"Harry" I use my strict voice.

"You only have to tell me to stop daddy, but I'm not sure your cock will agree with you if you do" Harry smirks.

"You have three minutes to be naked and kneeling in the playroom" I order and gain the biggest smile on his mouth. He rushes of my body, and sprint towards the playroom.

"You better sleep and don't make a sound while I take care of your daddy" I tell our son and grab the baby call taking it with me to the playroom. When I get inside the room Harry is kneeling in the middle of the room, just as I instructed him to do. His pure and soft skin is looking wonderful where the light shines on him. His muscles covered in his hot tattoos can make me drool where I look at him. And I know I have won over everyone else getting to call this man my husband, to have him under my mercy every day, to love him, and adore second by second.