Master Tomlinson

5- Louis

Once I approached the round car loop just outside the large entrance of Louis' mansion, I felt my lungs tighten even more so than they were already. The anticipation, the occasion, was making me pale and nervous. Being a slave from such a young age and getting taken out on special dates or outings usually meant rough and private interactions. As opposed to being sexually humiliated in front of other slaves.

That's not a good mentality, Harry.

A deep breath was sucked into my tight lungs as my feet padded down the washed stone, towards the sound of a soft engine. The first thing I caught a glimpse of was a navy suit and hands fixing chestnut hair. Then I saw Louis; sea blues, a sideways smirk. His trademark. It made my tiny thighs weak and the oxygen in my throat knot up in a ball.

"Harry." Louis' young, polite voice greeted once I finally made my way in front of him. With a swift glance at his watch and a flick of the eyebrow, he released a small breath. "Right on time. Shall we?"
My words were a bit mangled at his actions and I could sense my nerves easing, so I managed a nod of my head in confirmation so we wouldn't be standing there until I got my thoughts together.

The air felt... positive. Louis is my master, Louis is also a gentleman to me. My brain was beginning to take a second look at all of his motives; whether they be simple ones or the small mysteries he put me through. Like this one. It made me wonder what Louis had in store for the future, and if he had ever done this with his other slaves. There was no denying that the thought made me disappointed, but Louis can do whatever he pleases with us.

Louis' hand disrupted my contemplations as it was set to rub and caress my thigh. When I looked up at him, I could see that he saw the distraction in my eyes and that my eyebrows seemed to furrow every few seconds when I would manage to muster a new thought.
"There's no need to be nervous." Louis whispered to me softly. His tone was comforting, but I felt myself getting more terrified when the car went dark for a few seconds. I grabbed onto the seat and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the older memories resurface. The darkness was never a good sign when you went for outings, it meant that nobody could see, hear, witness. That's what I've learned.
But to my surprise the light reappeared seconds after, and there was so much of it. Lights of bars, buildings, restaurants. Everything a city could offer a rich man. Why am I here?

My bright green eyes went to Louis' out of curiosity, which was then that I realized that I had leaned against him out of fear without acknowledging it. Louis had a look of amusement smeared across his face, with a small hint of something along the lines of.. I told you so, which resulted in me looking down at my lap with a small inaudible whine.

Minutes later we came to a complete stop, doors were opened, we were escorted out to this five star exclusive restaurant titled "Crave". The name itself made my stomach feel uneasy, but I took Louis' good words that were whispered in my ear as we were led to our seats.
The smell of fresh lobster and French delicacies swarmed the air around me; it made me feel intoxicated. I've never been treated to a five star restaurant before.

"M-Master-"
"Harry, my kitten." The taller, handsome master of mine whispered in my ear behind me, causing my toes to curl against the new boots I had on. Once I caught my breath, he seated me beside him in a booth and began to look over our options. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to begin to browse also, but this was.. new.
"I don't know what you like to eat," Louis began to speak, our eyes connecting during the pause. I stared briefly, before I felt a blush creep on to my cheeks and peeked away nervously. But, soft fingertips pressed to my jaw gently, attempting to redirect my eyes to Louis' once more. It seemed like Master was trying to make me feel for him. Not as a master, but as Louis, and I know I couldn't be 100% about that thought because a lot of my thoughts are segments of my imagination.

"Tell me what you want for dinner, Harry." Louis whispered with a fond, yet amused grin towards my big eyes and small surprised breaths.
"I-I'll have whatever you order me, Louis.." I choked up silently, my fingertips digging into my own thighs gently. Our faces weren't too close, but I could feel his warm breath against my face and the beating of his heart in the tips of his fingertips. It made me feel like I was soaring through the highest mountain.

Without further complaint, Louis agreed. His hand left my jaw and was pressed to my thigh once more as a waitress came into our booth and took our order. My head remained ducked down by instinct, but I didn't mind. It gave me an excuse to observe Louis' long, slender fingers that pressed into my thigh ever so slightly. His words were a soft blur in the distance when I began to look at his knuckles and the white sleeve poking out from his navy blazer, which I found to be very.. attractive.. in a way. Louis dressed like a man. To me, he is a man. Much like my papa. Respectful and generous to those of a lower power. It isn't something that intimidates me when I compare my current Master and my papa. It's reassuring.

"Your thoughts are running wild again." Louis pointed out, the tip of my ear being nicked by his soft lips as they whispered. I've noticed that he's also very.. Conservative, in a way. He keeps to himself- us, when we're around others. It raises my questions, but I would never ask. My eyes were brought up to Louis' with a small amount of confidence, and a little smile that I rarely ever wore out in public when taken there. "Thank you for treating me to dinner." I whispered to him, my eyes going back down to his hand as it began to rub soothing circles into my suit pants. After that, I felt nothing more but his gentle touches and soft whispers to me under the table, during our meal, on the ride home, and his sweet whispers about the city and my curly hair and pretty face.