larry stylinson

"C'mere"

"You miserable bastard," I mutter as I enter the bedroom and flick the light switch. A long day at the office and Harry thinks he has some sort of right to my time, but he does. I can't do anything about it.

When I feel a faint vibration coming from my left pocket, I reach in and grab my phone.

10 minutes, my office. The only things you'll be wearing are in the top drawer of the nightstand.

Every minute you're late, you'll regret it.

I glance at the bed and purse my lips, thinking about just going to sleep, but that wouldn’t please him. I mutter "bastard" again before walking towards the large bed.

I stare at the black lacquered nightstand and step closer, then open the top drawer. Inside is a box. I lift the lid and peel back the paper.

Inside is a garter belt and stockings that reach up to the thighs, so thin I have no doubt they are silk. I lift the paper, my eyes searching in vain for the last piece of clothing. Nothing. No thong, no panties.

I open the other drawer, but find only a velvet-covered box. These things never contain anything good. Except for leading to orgasms, whispers a voice in my head, but I push it back. Do I want to open it? I ponder this for half a second, then decide to, knowing I have no choice. Slowly, I lift the lid.

A silver anal plug and a ball gag lie on the black velvet. I examine them before brushing my fingers over them.

My phone buzzes again and I reach for it. The screen is lit.

You're late, Louis. For every minute that passes, I'll take my anger out on your ass.

I take the anal plug and ball gag from the box, then close it and put it back in the drawer. My eyes drift to the bathroom door. I hesitate briefly, then decide to go and get up from the bed. I can probably manage to wash the day's sweat off in five minutes. When I realize I've wasted another minute thinking, I grab my towel and head to the bathroom.

Screw it.

When I get out of the shower, I check my phone. Four minutes over the limit already. I grab the stockings and garter belt. I put them on, then glance at the anal plug and ball gag. I pick them up, toss my phone on the made bed, and walk to Harry's office door.

I knock tentatively on the dark cherry wood and hear a deep "come in" from inside. I turn the handle and the door opens with a loud creak. Harry sits behind his wide desk, his dark eyes fixed on my body. I swallow before stepping in and closing the door behind me.

"Lock it," Harry says, and I swallow again before turning the cold key in the lock. Harry beckons me with his finger and I take a hesitant step closer. Only now do I see that his laptop is on and he's in the middle of a conference call. Now the gag makes sense.

His eyes roam over my body, stopping at my crotch, making me squirm and press my thighs together awkwardly.

"You're late. I thought I made myself clear." He must be on mute because now his eyes are fully on me as he rests his hand on his chin. "I just wanted to—," I begin, but he cuts me off by raising his arm, silencing me.

He stands and strides towards me. When he stops in front of me, he unbuttons his sleeves.

"Look at me," he says, and I meet his dark gaze. Then he slaps me. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make my head turn and my cheek tingle.

"Look at me," he growls again, and I slowly raise my head. His hand strikes my face again, harder this time.

"Bad boy." He grabs my waist, turns me around, and presses a hand on my back until I’m bent over his desk. Harry sits back down and responds to the voices on the call. Then he mutes the mic again, his gaze returning to me.