Valentina (one direction au)

Valentina - Chapter 6 - Miss

Harry's POV 

A small knock on my door awakens me out of my daydreaming, and I sit up.

"Come in," I say calmly. I have my black dress pants and white button-down shirt on already, and my suit jacket hangs on the door of my closet. I stand, expecting to see Niall and start to walk towards the door as it opens.

"Sir?" A small voice says, clearly feminine. My eyes widen and I hastily tuck in my shirt and grab my suit jacket, attempting to look presentable for her. When she walks in, I completely lose it. 

She looks beautiful, gorgeous, like a dream. The silky peach dress hugs her in all the right places, and her long black hair cascades down her back and shoulders. A small smirk plays on my lips. Mine. My mind says to me. She's mine. She looks so innocent standing in front of me, I can't help but let my mind wander. She'll look stunning at the party, compared to the rest of the slaves with the strict short, black and white dress code. 

Yes, I planned it like that. 

My eyes rake her body lustfully, and I can tell she's embarrassed as color floods her cheeks. I walk up to her and place both my hands on her waist, running them up and down. I slowly lower my head to her neck, taking her skin in between my teeth softly and biting. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, just to turn her on. 

"You're mine," I whisper slowly, and she shivers under my touch. I continue kissing down, down down to her sweetheart neckline, but pull up before I can go any lower. I then turn and walk away, grabbing a belt from the carved winged chair and put it on. "Niall has briefed you, I presume?" I say, hearing my accent twinge my words ever so slightly. She nods. 

"I think I got all of it." She says. I give her a look. "Sir." She adds quickly, sensing my need for dominance. I'm not insecure, far from it, I just need to make sure my slaves know they are, in fact, slaves.

"Good. Anything you're confused about?" I ask, cocking my head, making sure there will be no screw ups tonight.

"No, I think that's all, sir." She smiles at me. She has a lovely smile, but I can tell she's still a bit shaken from the kissing.

"That bracelet, by the way, is a tracking bracelet. They all have cuffs, but you have a bracelet to signify your position, even though you're not at all higher than any of them" I stress. If she starts abusing her status, there will be consequences. I tell her this and she nods solemnly.  

"I understand, master." She says when I'm done. I shake my head. 

"I am Sir normally when we're alone. I am Harry or Haz around the other slaves and the press. I'm Master only when I make you scream." I whisper into her ear, nipping the earlobe. I open the great oak door and half usher half shove her out, aware of the rising noise level from downstairs and the time. 

"Ready?" I say, holding out my arm. 

"Ready," she responds, biting her lip to hold back any emotion caused by I just said.

Valentina's POV

"I'm Master only when I make you scream." He says slowly and seductively into my ear, and I feel a wave of heat surge through me. So this is what it was going to be. No different, no better. Besides the whole friendlessness. I was disconnected, I was different. I blinked a few times, adjusting to everything I'd just learned. 

"Ready?" I hear him say, breaking my silence. 

"Ready," I respond, taking his outstretched arm. He guides me to a small jut out in the hallway, looking over an open atrium where people mingle and talk below. I notice they are all wearing black and white, and I'm not. I wonder vaguely if he planned it like that, but watch as they all begin to look up and start clapping. I recognize Niall, Liam, Louis and Amory, the only four people I've met here.