-Harry's P.O.V-
Louis and I walked together to the bar and the bartender slid us the drinks right away when he saw our bracelets.
"What are you, pretty boys, doing here?" My eyes widened and so did the bartender's. I know that voice already. Louis and I's chairs spun around and we came facing a blonde. She wore leather shoes that went up to her mid thigh. Then she wore a swimsuit looking thing. It was black and tight and strapless. Her make up was sharp and you could easily recognise here as a dominant.
"U-uh... W-we're..." Louis stuttered and her right eyebrow raised. Her expression was passive and cold.
"They're looking, Aimee." I felt relief when Zayn's voice spoke for us. She looked at us and her eyes trailed down to my wrist. Her lips twitched up into a devious smirk.
"New submissives..." she trailed off and her cold eyes eyed us like meat.
"With bracelets, Aimee." Zayn came into view now and stepped in front of us, hiding us from her predator look. "You can't touch them tonight, not for a week unless they want to."
"I know the stupid rules, Malik," she spat and his shoulders tensed.
"But for some reason you always seem to walk around them." I couldn't help but peek around Zayn to look at the girl. She's so bloody sexy, it makes my lower region excited already. She was looking at Zayn, but her eyes flickered to me for a second, making my skin crawl.
"That's because I've been raised to get what I want myself, so that's what I do." Her eyes then left mine and she looked back at Zayn.
"Here's you're drink, mistress," a blonde girl said as she approached Amiee and bowed her head, holding out a cocktail. Amiee didn't even acknowledge the girl, nor did she take the drink yet. I noticed how the blonde wore a bracelet as well. Why is she submissive to her if she's immune?
A phone rang. Amiee sighed, but got out a phone and put it to her ear.
"Williams." She looked at her nails for a bit, looking so uninterested. "No... Mr. Mathews can come by... Tuesday. Yes... I'm at the club.... Yes, your fucking daughter is fine and untouched.... Okay." No goodbye. She put her phone away and first then looked at the girl. "Go home, you're dad's worried." She took the glass.
"Okay, bye." Aimee yanked the girl's hair now and made her look at her.
"Bye..."
"Bye, mistress," she said quickly. Aimee let go of her and the girl left quickly.
"Submissives under training, always fun with those, right, Zayn?" Aimee asked with an all too sweet voice.
"Yeah, fun. See you later, Gina has been in the bag long enough." Zayn left, leaving us with Aimee. Zayn was fast out of the room and then Aimee put the empty glass down.
"Want me to show you two pretty boys how it works around here?" she asked us. Louis nodded excitedly and stood up. My eyes widened at how quickly he went with her. She's like the bloody she-devil!
"Come on, Haz. We're just looking anyways. It can't hurt," Louis said. I hesitantly got up and nodded.
"Okay, good. Names." Aimee began walking and that's when I noticed how tight the suit actually was. Her ass was so tight and visible in it, making me kinda aroused just watching her ass while she walked.
"Louis William Tomlinson."
"Harry Edward Styles." She stopped when I said my name and turned around. Her eyes looked closer at my facial features, then nodded slowly.
