You look at the clock again, "Really?11:00?" You rolled your head back and groaned waiting for Niall to come home.
You got a text from Niall earlier in the day before he had left for the studio saying:
'I have three tasks for you-
Put on what's in the box on the table
Have an open mind
Be waiting for me in the kitchen by 10:00'
So you sat in the middle of your dining room in a chair just like Niall had told you to. You had on a sexy black lace lingerie with a button up denim colored shirt that was barely buttoned, and short shorts with black heels.
You were all for it. All day you had been sending him naughty texts and pictures getting him hot and bothered, he must want revenge.
You always loved when Niall was in control and he does to. Your tiny, innocent body was just to temping not to dominate. You got that Niall had a job and he had to work but you couldn't stand these long nights alone.
You were sitting pretty and patient like a good girl all night waiting for him.
You heard the lock on the door click open and heavy footsteps coming toward you.
Before you knew it their stood a hot, sweaty, not a bit tired Niall with a hungry look in his eyes. He dropped his bag on the floor and opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him.
"I don't need an explanation."
He walked towards you until he was almost directly in front of you. You looked up with snooty, sassy eyes yet still innocent.
"Do you really have to leave everyday? We can work from home you know." You said sexily as you played with the buttons on his shirt turning him on yet he kept a straight face.
"I guess I'll just have to put in over time on you."
He lifted his hand and pointed towards the hall to your shared room.
You stood and stared walking down the hall with Niall close behind.
You walked in the door and before you knew it Niall pinned you up against the wall with his hands on either side of your head pulling you into a deep make out session.
He pulled away and looked you up and down. "So you followed orders, good girl." He grabbed you shoulders and flipped you around so you were facing the wall.
"Now their are gonna be some rules, Rule number 1, No talking in unless I say so. Rule number 2, I can touch you, but you can't touch me. And rule number 3, you always follow my orders. Remember, I'm not afraid to punish you." He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bed.
"I'm the boss in this house."
Laying you down he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the dresser and proceeded to cuff each of your wrists to the head board. He straddled your legs. He pulled down your shorts with little effort and threw them behind him.
"Who made you this wet?" He smirked. "You" you moaned testing your restraints.
"Ah already breaking the rules I see."
Were you in for quite a night
