author: LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss
on wattpad: LouisThiccSexyAss
summary: The one where Harry goes to an anonymous sex club, and Louis is the anonymous dom.
And then they keep going back...
**TW//: there is a scene where Louis carves his initials and such into Harry's thigh**
word count: 5,913
this is absolutely filthy. disgusting. heinous. i'm so in love with it.
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The boy knelt on the hardwood floor, waiting for something. The ground is cold beneath his legs, the blindfold around his eyes is soft, silky.
His naked cock leaks precum, dripping onto the ground beneath him, and he shivers.
It's getting rather cold, and Harry can feel goosebumps rising on his thighs and arms, bound tightly behind his back.
God, he just wants somebody to come in and play. He's been here for twenty minutes, the smiling worker at the sex club quickly binding him and leaving him on the floor, whispering a 'good luck' as she left.
The door opens and shuts quietly, and he immediately sits up straighter, fixing his posture as light footsteps make their way further into the room.
"Look at you," a voice says seductively, hand grabbing his hair. Harry's head is tugged so that he's looking up at the person, even if he can't see them. "All tied up and waiting for me." They have a thick northern accent, and talk rather fast.
The hand drops his hair, stepping away and into the corner of the room. There's the sound of rustling papers. "Not many hard limits... Harry." They say distractedly, not really to Harry.
Then they're behind him again, undoing the ropes keeping his feet tied together, and tugging him to his feet.
He stumbles, disorientated and a bit stiff, and they chuckle.
"Now, I've decided I'm not giving you my name, nor any information about me, and you will refer to me as daddy and daddy only. Possibly sir, I haven't decided yet. Got it?" He growls, and Harry nods. "Use your words."
"Yes, daddy." He whispers, and the man drags him over to the bed at the side of the room.
He's manoeuvred to kneel in front of the man, hands still tightly bound behind his back. He can sense the man in front of him, smell him. He's so close that if Harry were to move his head forward slightly, then he would be able to touch the fabric of his trousers.
"We need safe words, obviously, and I think we should use colours. Much more simple, don't you think, love?" The man muses, and Harry nods.
There's a sharp slap across his cheek, and he gasps.
"Words."
"Yes, daddy. Simple enough." He mumbles, and the man hums.
"Good boy." He says, and Harry preens. "I'll be asking your colour at random intervals, or when I'm about to do something new, but I also want you to use them, if you're uncomfortable with anything. Alright? This won't work if you don't."
"Yes, daddy." He says, and he's brought to his feet, and moved so he's bent over a bench, mostly used for spanking.
"Wanna spank you, baby, said in your contract that you enjoyed it. Quite the pain kink you've got too."
The man undoes the handcuffs around his wrists, and instead secures each to each end of the bench, doing the same with his feet.
He feels very exposed like this, and the tip of a dry finger brushes against his hole. He shivers.
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