The Puppet Master

Chapter 4~ Punished and Abandoned-

I opened my mouth to speak, to object, push his hand off of me, to say or do anything, but I found the words trapped in my throat, my body tense and frozen in place.

He knew it too, he knew I was trapped in my own shock and terror, and I couldn't even fathom how much he enjoyed it. His smirk said it all, although I'm sure his pleasure in my misfortune stretched on endlessly.

Using his obvious dominance, he moved his hand from my hip, instead wrapping his long fingers around each of my wrists, dragging me over from the wall to the bed on the other side of the room. I gasped, my senses coming back to me quickly, snapping out of my petrified state, I began trying to tug my wrists from his large hands, but it was no avail, he easily used his strength against me and dragged me right where he wanted me.

Panic quickly over came me, this was Harry Styles. I could only imagine what he wanted to do with me on a bed and the thought was terrifying. Endless possibilities flashing through my mind. I looked up at him with wide eyes, "Please...n-no.." I begged, looking from his emerald eyes to the bed alarmed.

Shaking his head, he slowly let go of my wrists, siting on the bed in front of me. The smirk was now gone from his face, despite the fact that I had hardly ever seen him without it, his eyes which were usually always so full of anger or lust, now void of emotion.

"Over my lap, Grace." He commanded, patting his thighs.

I felt my mouth drop open in shock, out of all of the idea's running through my head, this was not what I expected, at all. I was not a child, and I would not be treated like one, no matter how much he terrified me.

Shaking my head, I took a step back, "You can't do that." I protested, my voice coming out so much weaker and timid than I had hoped, sounding more like begging than refusing.

Sighing, he met my eyes, a stern look in them, "Grace, do we need to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

I looked at him with wide eyes, slowly edging back, hoping he didn't notice my small movements.

"Grace Anne Connors." He snapped, annoyance flickering across his face, "Get back here now." He growled, pointing to the spot in front of him.

Trembling, I slowly walked forward, stopping right where he wanted me, I looked into his eyes, silently begging him not to go through with this.

"Now," He glowered at me, "You can either climb over my lap like a good little girl or I can drag you there, but if I have to force you, I can guarantee your punishment will be much worse."

He spoke to me as if I were a child, the way he always does, condescendingly and patronizingly, as if I were below him, a creature with little understanding. He seemed to believe that I were stupid and incompetent. Which was ridiculous and degrading. Every time he spoke to me like that, I felt the need to barf. It was sickening.

Now, I said nothing, knowing the trouble I was already in. My heart pounding so hard against my chest I was scared it would burst out. He would go through with this, and I knew it. I genuinely didn't want to give him the satisfaction of my being submissive, but I knew how I was with pain and I had absolutely no tolerance for it.

I couldn't force myself to look at his face, but I knew he was watching me with those green eyes of his, carefully observing my every move. He was waiting, and I knew his patience was wearing thin.

Hesitantly, I did as I was told climbing over his lap so that I was sprawled across him, at total access and completely powerless against him.

"There's a good girl." He cooed, a smirk in his voice, his hands suddenly yanking my jeans off my legs, slipping them down to my ankles and tossing them to the ground.