pics ; larry #Wattys2015 [completed] (editing because yikes)

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LOUIS

Trust me, this is more complicated than it seems. I would be with Harry in an instant if I could, but I just can't.

"Hey! Eyes on me," Ethan snarls, and I can't help but fixate on his bruised nose and split lip. He smacks me lightly across the cheek, more to get my attention than to hurt me.

"Yes, sir," I squeak softly, and try adjusting my wrists a little. The least Ethan could have done was get fur-lined cuffs. But no. I don't deserve that.

"You were very bad today. You got daddy hurt. You'll have to be punished." I whimper slightly as Ethan pulls a leather riding crop from the closet. To be brutally honest, I don't like the whole daddy thing. I don't think it's hot, and I don't know if I ever will. But it pleases Ethan, and that's what's most important, right? I'm also not a huge fan of bondage, but since it floats Ethan's boat, I'll play along and pretend I like it.

Smack! The riding crop comes down hard right above my belly button, and I whine loudly. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Please, no more!" It pops out of my mouth before I can stop it. Fuck, I'm really in for it now.

"You know very well why you're being punished, so grit your teeth and take it like a man!" Ethan's tone is harsh, and on the last word, he hits my thigh - hard - with the crop for emphasis. I wince, feeling a familiar burn on my wrists as the cuffs chafe at my skin when I tense away from the whip.

I feel tears spring to my eyes as he wraps a hand roughly around my neck, and squeezing. "Oh, yeah baby. So hot."

He thinks me being choked is hot. Great.