Liar Liar

Louis (1)

Harry and I's meeting wasn't your traditional begining to a love story but after that one night two years ago we were hooked on each other and after i picked him out of the crowd the 13th time he finally asked me on a date. Which lead to him being my beloved boyfriend/Dom.

Now I sat on our bed rubbing lotion on my freshly shaved body getting ready for my next client. See the thing is even though harry and I have been together and he makes more than enough to support us I still work at the strip club. He doesn't know that of course. I normally wait until after he has left for work to leave and then I'm sure to get home and shower hours before he returns. Sometimes when I cant make it to the club I have certain clients who come to the house. We use a spare room and I give them lap dances, blow jobs, and sometimes they fuck me. I have successfully done this for our whole relationship and today I happened to get caught.

I was bent over on all four AJ (a regular) had me nearly pressed in half as he rammed into me. My moans and his grunts filling the room with erotic noises. My MP3 still blaring in the background from when I gave him a lap dance. AJ wasn't as big as harry cock wise but he got the job done. I came against the sheets panting as he pulled out and finished himself on my back. All over the lace nighty I still wore. He slid my panties back in place before re-zipping up his pants and tossing me a wad of cash and turning to leave only to stop in his tracks. He seemed frozen I stood and was about to ask him why he was standing there when I caught site of what he was looking at. Harry stood in the door way his jaw clenched and his hands white against the frame. I was speechless and frozen. The tension in the room unbearable. Harry was the first person to make any sort of movement. Which was only averting his eyes from AJ to me. I could see the anger, the hurt, and the disappointment in his eyes and it made me feel like shit.

"Get him out of here now" harry hissed and I was quick to grab AJ and push him out of the door past harry and into the foyer. He looked back at me with a concern ridded expression.

"You going to be ok?" he asked

I nodded hesitantly I wasn't sure honestly but I hoped so. He gave me a small smile before walking out the door. I watched him climb into his car before I slowly made my way back into the house. I held my breath as I walked up the stairs. I felt over exposed all of a sudden my heart was in my throat. Instead of going to the spare room where I assumed harry would still be I walked into our bed room. Rummaging through my drawer and pulling out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I had one leg in my sweats when I heard the door creak open. Harry stood glaring at me his hands balled at his sides.

"What are you doing?" he asked his voice laced with venom. I didn't reply as I stepped into the other pants leg. Pulling them over my thighs.

"I asked you a question" he hissed

"Getting dressed" I mumbled

"Speak up" he snapped

I looked over at him my hands still holding onto the hem of my sweats. "Getting dressed sir" I said reluctantly.

"Take it off" he snapped

"What why?" he didn't give me an answer instead he walked over to me and pulled them off himself making me nearly fall over. Once the sweats were off he looked me over.

"What is stopping me from leaving you here and never looking back" harry hissed. His words taking my breath away. He couldn't leave. He wouldn't leave at least I hoped he wouldn't.

"I love you" I whimpered

"Apparently not when I come home to you letting some guy fuck you into our guest bed." He yelled

"And what the hell is this" he asked throwing the wad of cash at me "are you a prostitute now"

"Don't call me that" I snapped back

"Then what the hell do I call it Lou?"

"The same thing you called me when I got with you" at my confession he looked taken back.

"You-....." "No Louis why would..." he stumbled over his words. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to come up with a complete sentence. After a moment he finally tried again "why are you still doing that?"

"Mo-"I couldn't even finish speaking before he snapped at me

"Don't you dare say Money because I give you whatever you want, need, and more. So you're going to have to give me some other half assed excuse."

I could feel all my resolve breaking. "I like it" was all I said as I picked up the discarded sweats from the floor.

"What?"

"I like it harry. No I love it before you found me that was my life for over 6 years did you honestly expect me to just stop. You knew what you were getting yourself into."

"If I knew you were going to remain a whore I wouldn't have ever asked you to be my boyfriend." He hissed

"I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was but what do you want me to do about it?"

"STOP DOING IT DAMMIT!!!!"

"Fine" I hissed

"Promise me"

And with my fingers crossed I did.