Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 44

Brief AN: You MUST listen to the Youtube video with this chapter omfg.(I recommend starting the video once they get to the basement) If you don't like bdsm this chapter may not be for you...actually, the book. Sorry :( But for you who do, enjoy the following scene.

Mia's P.O.V

As we pulled up in front of the house, I became more and more anxious by the second. There was nothing but silence. Harry got out of the car, not even bothering to open my side for me, as he normally did. I got out and followed behind him as he unlocked the door to the house. He went straight into the kitchen and pulled down a glass and a bottle of Vodka. He sat down at the island and after pouring himself some, he just stared at me, his thumb and two fingers resting on the side of his face.

"So," he said, breaking the silence. "What happened?" The way he was so calm right now was scaring me.

"I...I was d-drunk and I didn't know what I was doing...I thought it was you, Harry, I-I swear..."

He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and nodded his head.

"You know what I think, Mia? I think that you want this. You want to feel the pain that I'm capable of afflicting." He stood up and walked around the island. "You want this, don't you Mia? No, not just want, you're begging for it." By this time, he was standing in front of me.

"Harry.." Before I could say anything more, I was turned around, bent over the counter, and yanked back by my hair.

"I think that we should have a little fun," he said whispering in my ear. It sent chills down my spine. "Don't you think?" I couldn't answer. He pulled my hair harder. "I said don't you think?"

"N-no..." I stammered out.

"No? Well princess, I think we should anyways." He released my hair and grabbed my wrist, but he wasn't leading me to the spare room. It was another door and when he opened it, I could see that it was a basement. When we got down the steps, I saw a huge bed in the center, chains and cuffs hanging above it, and also on it. There was a large "X" shaped structure that wasn't too far from the bed.

"Clothes off," he said. I didn't want to make this any worse than it was going to be so I did it, rather quickly. Now I was standing in front of him, exposed. He walked up to me, biting his lip. I was turned around yet again, but we were now facing a huge mirror, like the ones that were in dance studios. I looked at my thick figure against his clothed body. His hand covered my pussy.

"I bet you can't wait for me to fuck this pretty pussy, can you? You just want me to fuck you until those brown eyes of yours are in the back of your head, but guess what? I'm not stopping." He slid two fingers in me. "I won't stop until you're sore and passed out on that fucking bed." I was so wet at this moment. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please." He slapped my ass.

"Yes what," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Go over there," he said pointing to the X thing. He followed behind me, and I rested my back against the structure. He cuffed my hands upwards on the top part of the 'X'. Then, he walked over to what seemed like a bureau, and he came back over with a blindfold. He put it over my eyes, and now I was even more anxious.

"Harry..."

"The safe word is 'Blue', alright?"

"Yes Daddy, but..."

"Ah ah ah, no questions. Just feel." I heard his footsteps walk away, and then a drawer opened and closed. He came back near me. I was trembling with both fear and excitement.

"Now, tell me what happened again Princess."

"I-I was drunk and I started d-dancing on a man.." I felt a sting on my lower area, causing me to cry out in pain. But I didn't say the safe word because, in some weird way, it felt so good.

"Now, what would make you do that?"

"I-I was drunk, I-I didn't know.." Another hit, this time on my boob. I cried out again. Finally, after a few more hits, I heard a small thud. He must've dropped whatever he was using. I felt his cool fingertips on my waist.

"Maybe, you just need to see how sluts are treated, hmm?" I whimpered as he slowly moved his cold hands up and down my body. "You need to remember who's slut you are." At this point I wasn't sure if I was supposed to feel demeaned or what. All I felt was excitement. Then something cold snapped onto both of my nipples. It felt like metal.

"These are nipple clamps. If they start to hurt too much, say the safe word." Then, he slid something into me. A vibrator. I could feel that he was smirking at how helpless I was right now. The vibrator was switched on, causing me to wriggle and tug at the handcuffs. I got closer and closer to my orgasm and finally, screamed out in pleasure. This was going to be a long night.