Cherry Cola - Larry Stylinson

5. Death or Freedom

"What do you think you are doing, babygirl?"

Louis stood there with his mouth hung open for a second before latching onto Harry once again. He knew it was useless but everything is worth a try this time.

Harry caught both of his hands in his and flipped them over. He has Louis pinned to the bed as he started sucking another lovebite on Louis' neck. It all felt like a Deja vu for Louis. Louis' eyes stung with tears once again and the piece of glass fell off of his hand to the ground from how hard Harry is pinning his hand to the mattress.

Harry pulled out once he's done and stared into Louis' tear filled eyes for a second.

"You are a fucking monster!" Louis spat on his face. Harry doesn't seem impressed about spit running down his cheek but he wore a smug smile anyway.

"Aren't we both?"

"I am not! I don't kill people for no reason!" Louis glared.

"Oh, really now?" Harry let out a maniac laugh, making Louis' blood run cold. "You killed people for a hickey" Harry shook his head. A moment of silence passed as they both stared into each other's eyes. The way Louis' eyes screamed anger only fueled Harry's actions. Harry smirked again as he spoke.

"But you can't kill me because-" Harry leaned down to reach Louis' ear.

"I mark what's mine." He whispered. The hot air leaving his mouth painting unknown patterns over Louis' already decorated skin on his neck.

Louis' dick twitched at those words because man was that damn hot? And of course, Harry felt noticed it and it only brought him to hysterics of his maniac laughter. Louis laid there, blushing and helpless with his hands pinned to the bed by none other than Harry Styles himself. The most wanted killer that the whole world looked for. The same thought washed over Louis' mind once again.

Oh, how stupid of Louis play his little game with this dangerous man.

-

"D-DADDY!" Louis cried out as he reached his 4th orgasm that day.

"Repeat!"

"I-I belong to you, d-daddy. I-I'm your little rag d-doll. You'd- you'd keep me as lo-long as y-you want me." Louis repeated what he has been telling after every orgasm. He was hiccupping this time with tears running down his face.

"Good. Get ready for the next round babygirl." Harry smirked against his ear, making Louis shiver.

"N-no, no please, I c-can't." Louis sobbed.

"Shut the fuck up, slut! What did you say? You are a rag doll and you belong to me. I make decisions about my little rag doll." Harry spat out and landed a hard spank over Louis' exposed skin of his ass. If Louis' every limb wasn't tied to the bed with strong ropes he would've slapped the man.

"Y-yes, sir." Louis hiccupped.

-

By the time the night fell, Louis was in subspace. He hasn't gone into it since the night he lost his virginity.

"Louis, baby, come back." Harry has been trying for good four hours, only to get a dreamy expression from Louis. Harry untied him few hours ago and he applied cream to every sore part of Louis. He even gave the boy a bath. Nothing seems to work.

His own actions starting to surprise him because Harry has left many girls and boys in subspace and demanded his guards to throw them in the streets but why is he doing all these caring stuff with Louis? He, himself, didn't know answers for that.