50 shades of Styles

7

Harry took Niall to a door and he took out a small key with a red ribbon around. He then looked at Niall and his face was grimly. He pressed together his jaws, before he took a breath.

"You have the right to leave whenever you want. I have a car waiting for you, as can take you home right now."

Niall frowned. Okay? Could a playroom to be that dangerous? He still wanted to see what was in there and he didn't hesitate for a second that he wanted to stay.

"Open the door!" he said. "What could be that bad that I want to go home?"

Harry smiled wryly and he nodded a little bit. He pressed the key in the door and he turned it around. The door slid open, and he stretched in his arm and lit the ceiling. Niall slipped into the room.

The first thing that Niall thought about was that there was no window. The other idea he had was that it smelled leather and then he saw what it was. It was a sex room for sexual games. There was everything. Whips, straps and a bed, which stood in the middle of the floor. The walls were black and all the furniture was red. Niall held his breath. He saw the grille in the ceiling, where it hung chains and he also saw various objects that probably were used in the game or act. Harry stood behind him and Niall sensed that he expected a reaction.

"You have a..." Niall didn't know what he would call this room. "It's an adult's room?"

Harry swallowed behind him.

"Yes, Niall." he whispered dark. "This is a room for various games."

Niall took a few steps inside and he noted some big dildos. He held his breath.

"And you like to play with all this alone?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, this is what I want to do with you."

Niall turned around and he frowned.

"Do with me?"

Harry nodded. He was still uncertain, and he chose to stand still.

"Yes, Niall, I want to play with you. I want to tie you up and do things with you."

Niall jaw dropped and he looked around again.

"How do you plan to do things with me?"

Harry just looked at him.

"Yes, I'm the one who decides. I'm your master and you're my slave. But I do it for both, our pleasure."

Niall frowned. He didn't know what to say. He looked at the bed, and he noted the bands as someone could be tied with.

"So you want to hurt me?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, Niall, I want to own the right to give you pleasure on my terms."

Niall looked at Harry again.

"And why would I want to do this?"

Harry smiled faintly and he took the first step toward Niall.

"Because I want to do it all to you." he whispered hoarsely. Niall hesitated.

"And what do I get out of it?"

Harry put his head askew.

"You get me."

Niall felt his pulse rose. He realized, for once, that he really wanted this man, but on his terms? Was Niall willing to put himself in second place?