Heated

Chapter 6

My mind kept thinking on the plane, wondering how wonderful it'll be to finally get sexual pleasure, it's been so long. I wanted Louis fully, all of him at once. His tight abs, his hard stare and his sweaty eager body.
Before I knew it my pants became insufferable and I look to Louis hoping he'd help me out. To my surprise he's already looking at me.
"Daddy-"
"Yes yes I see. What do you want me to do about it? There's a woman right there." He whispered softly into my ear.
"Just..." Before I can finish my statement his hand lightly went over the bulge in my pants. He rubbed with his thumb making me take a sharp breath. It felt so good but so wrong. I had never been on a plane and it felt as though everyone was like sardines.
"This? This is what you want?"
"No. No no no stop please." I push his hand away and sigh, this teasing wasn't fair.
"Just because this whole thing happened doesn't mean you're allowed to give me attitude!" He growled grabbing my hand roughly. My teeth clenched and I suddenly craved the sexual torture over the rough and true torture.
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His breath was hot on my ear as blood leaked out of the open wound on my head. It started to matt my hair and my vision became blurry.
"Fag. That's sure a word I want to hear from you. Repeat to me what you just said Harold do it." Louis voice was like venom and his eyes burned.
"I'm sorry I didn-"
"You said it. So say it again!"
"Don't touch me there you faggot."
I had said it because he kept grabbing my butt and telling me that I was his. After I had called him a faggot he shoved me so hard I hit my head on the couch and he forced me up to look him in the eyes. I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes, all I could feel was the throbbing in my head.
"You will learn one day Harry you will." He kissed me softly and walked out of the house.
He left me for a week. I had the whole place to my self for a week. And it was the hardest thing I have ever went through. I would spend hours crying in the shower and then days drawing. I had no way to tell time but the sun and nothing to occupy me than what was in the house. All exits were sealed shut.
When he walked back into the house he did it nonchalantly as if he only left for an hour.
"Hello love."
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"I'm so on edge right now. I just want to land and relax and take a bath." Louis moans into my ear, making me jump and yelp a bit.
"Sorry I'm sorry. Me too." I say sighing.
"We will be landing in 10 minutes.

I dragged my bag into our beautiful resort room. I had to get sexual release soon or I'd flip out, my hormones were through the roof. As soon as Louis closed the door I forgot that he was so dominate and took it upon myself to lead. I shoved him against the wall and kissed him so hard I felt all my emotions being transfered to him. His muscles felt amazing under my large hands.
"Harry baby..." He pulls away but holds onto my hips as if I'll disappear. I knew he didn't want it as much as I do but I needed him to want me.
"What...?" I close my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek. I felt a wave of sadness hit me. All of this tension and need was hiding my true fears.
"Let it out." He whispers wrapping his arms around my neck and holding me. Before I knew what I was doing I started sobbing and let everything absorb into me. My old best friend tried to rape me, my parents miss me, I'm on the run from a drug lord with my abusive captive who stole me. And yet here I am seeking his comfort.
Do I want to go home though?
I thought and thought, how would it be to go home? They'd ask me a million and one questions and I'd miss the kiss of him and I'd miss the cuddles and the love. It doesn't sound better. The only thing that would be better is that I wouldn't be hit. That's all.
"I'm sorry that I didn't do this the normal way I'm so sorry I just couldn't wait..." His words made the tears come quicker as I fell to my knees sobbing. "Love..." His voice cracked slightly.
I could tell he was crying by the way he breathed and the fact he no longer touched me. Why was he crying?
"Do you wanna go home my love?" He asks softly trying to disguise the sorrow and pain he's going through. "We can take you home."
"No! I have nothing at home worth while except Gemma and my mum. I don't want to leave you I'm just tired." I say getting up trying to keep my composure. The whole being strong for Louis thing was getting hard for me but I had to learn. I wasn't a baby anymore.
My eyes met with his blue ones and although the sadness was still there, I understood why I stayed perfectly.
I know people would tell me I'm wrong but this is the safest place for me mentally and physically.
"Re-remember when you told me you'd never love me...let alone like me?" Louis sighed and looked to his feet, as if he was the submissive this whole time; he looked so innocent as if I took him.
"That was a lie. Because I love you now, I love you so much its ridiculous. And we're on a beautiful resort together! Like a normal engaged couple. You're my fiancé and I'm yours." I had never comforted Louis like this; I rarely talked like this either, the whole mushy love stuff. It all felt so refreshing.
"You're right. Hey, let's get some rest, we're hysterical."
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"I hate you!" My heart had grown cold and my body hurt so much. I could no longer control my crying, I didn't know when I was; or more like when I wasn't. I really did hate him with everything I am. He took me from my family and my friends and locked me in the basement.
"You've known me for a week you don't know if you hate me or not." The scary part was, he was amused. He was smiling and looming over me like a dictator. Despite only a foot difference it seemed as if he was ten feet tall and I was only one.
"I do! I want you to burn in hell like you deserve!" My lungs hurt from screaming for days straight. No one could hear me, no one could save me.
"Oh little Hazza!" He rubbed his nose against mine, his hand roughly held my head in place. No matter how much I tried to move my head away, he held me so tight I could barely even think. "If I go to hell, you're coming with me! You think I didn't see the lust in your eyes when I was changing before. You think I didn't see the bulge in your pants. You're a homosexual, they all go to hell." His lips brushed against mine and I felt myself being pushed for a kiss. Our lips crashed together roughly in perfect harmony that made me burn with more hate.
The worst part was that he had let go of my head after he stopped talking, I kissed him. On my own free will I pushed my lips onto the one I hate.
"Oh baby trust me, you'll warm up to me." He whispered in my ear and then backed away. Without another word he turned away and started changing. Slowly and sensually, making my little friend start to grow and harden. I had no control over my body at all.
"Stop." I begged, I didn't want to think of the evil man who stole me that way.
"Why?" He started unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them. They slid down a bit, held up by the bulge in his pants. He swiftly removed his underpants and pants at the same time, leaving me gobsmacked. His cock was fully erected. "Oh shoot I forgot something upstairs I'll be right back!"
When he disappeared upstairs I sat on the bed, letting my thumb run over my cock softly. It was beginning to hurt.
After five minutes of waiting patiently I decided that was his torture; he wasn't coming back.
Slowly I pulled down my pants and started to wank off slowly. I closed my eyes and pictured Louis' big cock and his lips around mine.
I couldn't control the moans and 'Louis's that left my mouth and my hand moved quicker. I was about to finish when I hear his voice
"Aw look at you breaking the rules! That hard baby?"
I hate him.
"H-help me?" I try boldly.
"Finish yourself. Only nasty animals touch themselves. That was rule number?"
"I don't fucking know!" I scream, this wasn't fair. He tried to tell me a bunch of rules and their numbers but I never wanted to remember them let alone follow them.
"Bold. Fucking bold of you." He slapped me across the face as hard as he could and exited the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
I didn't see him again for a week. And that was to give me a bag of chips and three bottles of water.
It took him another week to finally feed me a meal.
The third week he started feeding me regularly.
And the forth week he asked me if I had learned my lesson. I had, no wanking off, no cursing and no talking back.
Four and a half weeks later he started talking to me again.
The fifth week I finally got a shower after he called me swine.
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"Harry? Are you okay?" Louis was shaking me, causing me to gasp. I was in a cold sweat and my head felt like it was full of sand.
"Yeah yeah, nightmare." I sigh rubbing my temples. I didn't have the heart to tell him he was the bad guy.
"You need a shower, you stink."
"Fuck you." I spit out laying back down. I knew better than assuming I'd get away with it so I just acted as if I was still asleep.
Louis knew me better than that, he dragged me up by my tee shirt and had me standing.
"Excuse you? Get your fucking ass in the shower. One more burst out and I will punish you." I did as he said and nearly ran to the shower. He was a man of his word and just because we had been found did not mean he'd back down. I knew that.

After the refreshing shower I walked out with just a towel on.
"I have realized I have been easy on you and need to put you in your place. No more mister nice guy." I tried to return to the bathroom out of fear but he grabbed my whole body and threw me down on the bed. My face was full of sheets as he ripped the towel away and I heard a noise I dreaded. I haven't heard it in a while.
The hard leather of his belt slammed onto my butt, stinging and making me yelp.
"Count bitch. We have ten. If you stutter or slow down I'll add five."
"One!" I said loud and clear. I knew.
Slap!
"Two!"
Slap!
"Three!"
I forgot how hard this was.
Slap!
"F-four!"
"Five more!"
When we got to fifteen I was sobbing, I wanted hugs and kisses but I knew they wouldn't come. I shouldn't have pushed, I knew I shouldn't have.
I couldn't blame Louis, I really really couldn't because I was pushing his limits. Its not as if I hadn't been with him for years and didn't know any better. I had gone through these exact situations many times, Hawaii was no exception.
"We're going to lunch to see a friend and we will act as if nothing has happened, right?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?
"Yes sir!"
"Call me daddy during this dinner and act like the little slut you are and touch me. Make sure they know it too. Near the end I want you to give me a blow job. His little pet will be doing it too so don't worry. Do not ruin this for us, he owns our new place to live!" The life from his green eyes was gone and I couldn't understand where the loving Louis went. The Louis I stayed for was gone but I was still here.
"But isn't he in-"
"He flew out here and is paying someone to fix up the place for us. I picked our your outfit come on we're late!"

As we sat down in the cold resteront I got worried. A lot of people were here and I'm wearing the skinniest jeans I own and a see through black top like the one I wore to the dinner he proposed at. My hair was neatly brushed and made me feel cute, but the sheer fear masked the confidence up pretty well.
Across from us was this cute Irish man with blond hair and a crooked smile. His eyes are light blue and he was no bigger than Louis. Next to him was a pale brunette with blank brown eyes and a perminate frown on his face. Do I look that tortured?
"Lou! This is Xander! Say hi Xan!"
The boy suddenly perked up and put on a fake smile.
"Hello!" He said a little too cheerfully.
"Cute, a little skinny though." Louis said softly. He seemed to have no soul at all. "This is Harold."
"Hello." I said, I didn't need any urging, I'm better than Xander who is "cute".
"Ah well behaved I see. Sexy." Niall's accent was nice but he reeked of booze and sadness. At least Louis was happy.
The two dominates started a conversation and I remembered what Louis told me to do.
"Daddyyyyy..." I moaned loudly, running my hand down his chest. I had to do this well, I keep seeing him peek at Xander.
I nibble on his ear softly and let little moans escape. I see Louis bite his lip and his leg start to shake. Niall seems to not even notice but Xander does.
"Daddy remember how good I am in bed? Remember when I put that lace thong on for you?" Now it was fun, I could see I was giving Lou more than what he thought I would. "I'm wearing that thong daddy!" I was; he picked out regular underwear but I switched it, trying to fit the role of a slut.
Louis' bulge told me he was at half mast, so I decided to up the game by running my fingers over it. I kiss the gape of his neck, moaning a bit and kissing up.
Louis' sweet spot is right behind his ear. If you kiss it, it'll make him want to pounce. I let my lips fall onto it slowly, while gripping onto the bulge roughly. It became fully harded in my touch and I heard him gasp.
"Harry!" He moaned so loud other tables looked and Niall smirked. "You promiscuous little bra-"
"Daddy can I suck it now?" It was way early in the dinner but now I wanted to, I had to.
"Ye-yes baby."
So that's what I did, but not without another kiss behind his ear which erupted another deep throated moan from Louis.
I got on my knees under the table, and spent no time ripping open his button and zipper and pulling his throbbing cock out. Slowly I let my tongue run over it. I do this until the whole thing is covered in spit, and then I lick the balls softly. I hear his moans and his attempts at having a conversation. I put the tip in my mouth and suck gently, knowing that as soon as he can he'll take control.
Which he did, he grabbed my head and thrusted up into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I had no gag reflex, so it barely fazed me.
I went up and down bobbing, until I knew he was getting close.
Instead of going faster like I usually do he grabbed my head and slammed into my mouth continuously. I wondered for a second how weird it looked from other tables.
The thought was washed away when he came deep in my throat, giving me no choice but to swallow.
After cleaning up and zipping him back up I popped back up to the table.
"Be more like him Xander." Niall grabbed the boys hair and got right in his face. "Learn from him."
I suddenly felt sad for him, he was still young. 15 maybe 16. That used to be me, dead inside and confused.
I hope one day he falls in love with Niall and let's himself feel emotions again.
"I'm gunna fuck you so hard tomorrow. On the beach, with people there." Louis whispered in my ear.
Xander was no longer in my thoughts, all I could think about was tomorrow and how thrilling and embarrassing that will be.