Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 32

He grabbed me by my hand and led me into the living room, sitting me on the couch.

"Okay, I used to be a dom." I blinked and shook my head.

"Wait, I'm sorry, did I hear you right?"

"I believe you did." Alexa was right.

"Okay, so you mean like that 'Fifty Shades of Grey' stuff, right?"

"Yes." I was slightly baffled. He shifted his position, crossing his legs and biting his lip.

"I want to show you something," he said, standing up. I stood up and followed him down the hallway to a room. (I know what you're thinking, but no, it's not a playroom, lol) He opened the door.

"Uh, okay, what's this? It's just a spare room, " I said, folding my arms over my chest. He walked over to the closet and I went with him. My eyes widened at the sight. Inside were shelves with dildos, handcuffs and collars, and on the walls were whips, floggers, and other things unbeknownst to me.

"Oh my God, Harry," I said.

"Mia, I don't want you to be frightened by this."

"I'm not, I just...I just... wouldn't strike you as that 'type'," I said, raising my eyebrows and chewing the inside of my cheek. I was honestly at a loss for words. Was he planning to use this stuff on me? Has there been anyone else he's had or used them on?

"So, if you don't mind me asking, does...does anyone else know about these," I said, motioning my hand up and down towards the shelves.

"Yes. "

"So there have been...others, I guess is what I'm trying to ask."

He sighed and once again replied with a simple ,"Yes." I felt myself get tense when he said there were others.

"How many 'others'?"

"At least 8 or 9..."

"8 or 9?! Jesus, Harry, how long have you been doing this? I mean isn't this just torture in the form of sex?" I raised my hands and let them drop lazily, hitting my thighs.

"It is," he began, stepping closer to me, causing me to back up,"because Mia, sometimes, people need to know their place. " Now my back was against the wall and his hands were on either side of my head.

"What do you mean 'learn'," I asked, raising my eyebrow and smirking.

"Should I show you?" He stared into my eyes and I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly as he moved closer to me, his lips nearly touching mine.

"I never mentioned how hot you looked in my shirt," he said, now nibbling on my ear.

"Mmm, well that's nice, " I said, playfully pushing him back. He looked and me and smirked and I began to laugh and run away from him. He chased after me, the house filled with our laughs. I loved his laugh, the way you felt the vibrations come from his chest when you were close to him. He had me by waist.

"Come here, " he said, throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my butt.

"No, stop, stop, " I shrieked, pounding on his back. He took me back to the living room, throwing me onto the couch and pining my wrists down.

"You think you can get away from me?" he asked, showering me with kisses on my neck and face, causing me to laugh.

"Say sorry."

"I'm sorry, " I chuckled out.

"Sorry what?"

"I'm sorry Harry." He turned me over so that I was now laying on my stomach. He slapped my ass.

"Nope, wrong answer, " he said, now holding me underneath him so that I'd stop squirming. "It's sorry Daddy."

"Okay, okay I'm sorry Daddy," I said putting emphasis on Daddy.

"Good girl, " he said, letting go of me. He positioned himself in between my legs and kissed me softly. "Now, we have to get to work. I should punish you for making both of us late. "

"Oh my God, what's today?"

"Monday, and it's," he looked at his wrist. "Almost 10. That means you're nearly an hour late. "

"Oh my God I'm so sorry, " I said, getting up from the couch and rushing to get clothes.

"Baby girl I'm kidding, it's only Sunday. " I turned and poked my lips out at him.

"Ugh, Harry."

"I mean, do you want to get punished?"

"N-No. "

"No what, " he asked, stepping up, causing me to look up at him.

"No Daddy." He smirked at me.

"Good girl. Now, let's just go over some rules."