You Crawled Under My Skin.
The moment Louis got home, his staff knew better than to get in his way. As soon as he stepped into his large home in Kensington, he began barking orders and slamming things. It was only 10:30 pm and he was sexually frustrated and full of pent up energy and aggression. And what made him angrier was the thought of Harry and the fact that he shouldn't even be thinking about Harry in the first place yet here he was, stomping up his large staircase to the second level of his 30 million pound mansion like a sulking teenager and that infuriated him further.
He stepped into his bedroom and flopped down on his king size bed. He huffed at himself. He didn't know why he even bothered to tell Adam to keep Harry away from VIP. Why had he done that?
Because you like him and don't want him to be touched by anyone, his subconscious threw at him and Louis knew that if his subconscious was a person right now, he would slap it across the mouth. But even if he could, he wouldn't because even though he would never admit it, it was true. He got up off the bed and stormed into his ensuite bathroom undressing as he went letting his clothes fall helter skelter on the way. The maids will clean up after him tomorrow. He placed his phone on the marble top of his vanity, rested his hands on it and let his head hang low between his shoulders. He closed his eyes and immediately Harry popped up behind his eyelids. Louis ground his teeth together, his nails clawing at the cold marble as he tried to dispel the image of the boy from his mind.
He grabbed his phone and went to contacts. He scrolled and stopped at a particular name then hit the call button. After two rings, his call was picked up.
'Its me. Come to the house. Now! Go straight down to the basement and don't be fucking late. I mean it.' He hung up and got into the shower, turning the water to hot. He let it run all over him as he tried to relax but it was doing nothing to soothe him. He knew what he needed to hopefully get him out of this funk. He washed himself quickly then when he was done, he turned off the shower and towelled himself dry. He walked to his bedroom and put on a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of black tailored pants not bothering with shoes or socks. He ran his hands through his hair a couple of times and then headed downstairs to the basement. He met none of his staff on the way and for that he was thankful. He didn't want to have to fire any of them just because he was pissed off and sulking like a school boy.
His basement was his sex room. It was a soundproofed room with walls padded in studded black leather. The floor was carpeted in thick black fitted carpets and those who entered this room had to enter barefooted. The room only held a four poster bed in the middle of the room. The two head posters at the bed had leather handcuffs hanging from them. There was no other furniture in the room save fora rack that held about 50 types of different belts. Louis was not into BDSM. Louis was a plain sadist who got off on pain. It drove him wild to know he was inflicting pain. He didn't use toys or different things like whips, gags and blindfolds. He just used belts. And he never aimed to please any of his men. He never gave them a safe word.They did not come here expecting pleasure from him. They knew what they came here for.
Ashe entered the room, he found Claude already there, barefoot and in his briefs standing at the foot of the bed. Claude kept his eyes to the floor. Louis needed them to be totally submissive and give him full control to exercise his kink. Obviously he paid them well and they took it. Yes he hurt them but he didn't care and they never complained. They always came back so it worked well for Louis.
