She Loves Control

Versace On The Floor

So baby let's just turn down the lights and close the door
Ooh I love that dress. But you won't need it anymore. No you won't need it no more. Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Warning: smut

Anastasia

The flight is shorter than I expected it to be and I didn't like that. But then again I don't like a lot of things. As we settled into Harry's private house on the beach in Jamaica. Harry takes me straight upstairs to the master bedroom and began to unpack his stuff.

So fuck the tour of the house, I guess

The view from the window of the master bedroom is gorgeous. But the man behind me is even more amazing.

Wait. Did I actually just say that?

"Wanna go skinny dipping?" Is that a rhetorical question? Do I actually get a say? The ocean was available to us whenever we wanted. I ignored him, too busy missing Savannah. I look at the pink wrist band Savannah gave me before Harry and I took flight. I never been away from her and it's killing me inside.

It was the first time she actually sobbed. Other than when she was hurt badly. But as soon as I told her I had to leave, her tears fell causing me to choke up a little bit while saying goodbye to her.

"Savannah?" Harry came next to me and smiles warmly. I nodded my head slowly. "I know she misses you too."

"That's not making it any better." I quickly wipe a tear from face.

"I'm trying, Anna." The room is comfortably warm. Harry is being nice. Way too nice for my liking.

Harry moves closer to me, like a predator stalking his prey.

"This Versace dress looks amazing on you. Showing off your beautiful curves." My Versace dress is a gift from Gracelyn. It's black with a deep cut showing off my round perky breast. The sides of my dress side up all the way to the top of my hip bones.

Harry wraps his arms around me as we both study the ocean. The waves crash along the shore. I turn my head slightly, Looking at the magnificent room.

One of my colors.

Maroon.

The color screams sex. The room is unbelievably large. It even has a mini hot tub in here along with a mini refrigerator, large and black mirror attached to a drawer. Two walk in closets and a huge bathroom. In the center of the room, there's a large flat screen tv that hangs from the ceiling.

The bed is a double king sized, literally able for four people to sleep in. Four adult people. The canopy above the bed is black as well as the pillows. Harry turns me around, kissing me strong in the lips. Our lips automatically moves in sync. He slips his tongue inside of my mouth. He tastes sweet and sour.

Harry walks away, leaving my backside cold. He comes back with two gold wine glasses and a bottle of wine. He takes my hand and leads to me to the bed. "Sit" He demands has he pours one glass and hands it to me and pours himself one.

"Cheers." When he smiles like that his dimple shows. And I can't help but to give in. Harry is very handsome and boyish in some ways. But if I crossed him he turns into a monster.

I clink his glass against mine and drown the Scarlett red liquid.

Harry sits down next to me. Too close for my liking. I scoot over a bit, rubbing my hand through the silk black sheets.

"Strip." He unties his tie, sliding it off of his neck. "Leave the heels on."

Slowly I stand up from the bed while he gets comfortable on the bed. He sits straight on the edge of the bed. I begin stripping off my Versace dress leaving the useless material on the hardwood floor. I'm now fully exposed to him.