Fifty Shades of Swift

5

Harry

She f.ucks...

Hard.

I looked at her and she did a hard stare at me. Taylor then gave out her hand and said, "Come follow me, I want to show you something." I grabbed her hand in mine and I stood up from the table and followed her. Taylor intertwined her fingers with mine, we turned a corner and she stopped, she grabbed a key from her skirt pocket, Taylor held it in her hand and looked at me.

"Right behind this door, and this key is for it... You can always back out, alright?" She held the key up, raising her brows, I got a little impatient. "This is my playroom." she pointed with her thumb, the key still in her hand.

"Like your Wii and other stuff?" I looked at her confused. She smirked and shook her head.

"Not that kind of playroom, Harold." I bite my bottom lip and she then put the key in the lock and turned it. My heart sped up as she opened the door, my eyes literally went out of there sockets when she turned the light on.

Oh

My

F.ucking

God.

The walls were blood red and so were the sheets on the bed. My mouth gapes when I see cuffs hanging, red ropes, and others. I walked in and Taylor closed the door, I walked over to some different kind of sticks and I touched them. How could she be into this? This must be brutal. I walked of to some things that was in orderly fashioned and I touched one of them, one of them were a feather like material and then Taylor interuppted my thoughts.

"That's called a flogger." I brought my hand to myself and looked around some more.

I stopped in front of the bed and turned to her. "You're a sadist."

"I'm a dominant." she pointed out and I knitted my brows together. What the hell is that?

"What's that?" I asked her.

"A dominant is where you - the submissive - give your body to me, and I pleasure you."

"With these?" my eyes widen and pointed at the stuff at the side of me. She nodded and let out a small sigh. Oh my god.

"Don't these hurt? Or do men do this to you?"

"I do this to men. It's all about pleasure, Mr. Styles." she pointed at the things, I looked at her like she was crazy.

"These things are for pleasure? They look like they're for pain." I pointed out and take out a breath that I held in.

"Everything in here is for pleasure, Mr. Styles."

I shook my head and looked at the flogger thing. I looked back at her, "What do I get out of this?"

She smiled and huffed a small breath. "Me."

-

Taylor and I went out of her playroom and we were now on the couch, I was still surprised at how she's into... that. Taylor just sat there and glanced at me, "Want me to show you your room?" I looked at her and small nodded. She got up and I followed her upstairs., taylor opened the door and it revealed a plain white room that you'd see in decor magazines or something. "You can decorate it however you want." Taylor said as I walked in. I sat down on the bed and looked out the window, it was already night and the lights of New York were like little stars shining from afar. I looked over at Taylor whom was now beside me.

"How many guys?" I asked her in a low voice

She glanced at me. "Six."

"Wow." I looked away from her and looked at the floor. How? How could guys handle that?