That did not just happen...I know it didn't...
"Oh yes the fuck it did, princess." Did I say that out loud? And what's up with him and that name... Princess? "I have a name...Mr.Horan and I didn't mean to do that...um sorry?" I really don't know what to call him after our encounter thing... I did want to, it's not like he forced me because I've been dreaming of this day unfortunately. "Your mine now Lanelle, and don't get smart with me. You know you wanted it. Come past my house around 6 and don't be late...Princess." Niall smirked, handed me a piece of paper and walked away...well that was blunt, what does he mean his?
It's something about him...I just can't put my finger on but it turns me on in ways that are unspeakable. Well I guess I am his but how do I show it?
Well let's see what's on this paper...
❎Time Skip❎
After work I went home to get ready for Mr.Hor- I mean Niall.
When I was done with my make up and clothing, nothing special just a white tank top and sweats I got in my car and drove to the address on the paper he handed me earlier.
It took me about twenty minutes to get there, not long compared to how long I thought it was going to be.
His house was huge compared to my little flat, it's too big for one person... I walked up to the burgundy wood door and knocked lightly twice. I stood there and waited...and waited.
Well of course he can't hear you with that small ass knock his house is humongous!
I knocked louder this time...I hope it wasn't too loud... I stood on his doorstep for a bit longer until I heard the door unlocking to reveal Mr.Hor- fuck why do I keep calling him that! Niall standing there in a red velvet silk robe and messy hair... he's so sexy.
"Well it's about fucking time, you knock like the police." Opps. "Sorry Niall." Well that felt weird. "When we aren't fucking of doing anything sexual it's back to Mr.Horan. Got it?"
What the fuck? is he bipolar or something? One minute he wants me to call him one thing and then the next moment another?
Wow.
But I just nod my head yes to avoid conflict cause who knows what he can do to me...oh the things he would do to me.
Well at least I dont have to fight my dirty minded thoughts anymore.
Niall pulls me into this house and throws me on the couch. "You can't just stand there! Do you want to look like a prostitute?!" Niall yelled at me.
Yup something's wrong with him.
"Well shit you didn't invite me in, and what the fuck is wrong with you and why do you have a seven inch plastic dick up your arse!?"
One thing about me is I don't take bullshit.
Niall takes slow steps towards me with something in his eyes I can't detect...then he grabs me and slams me against the wall.
"Don't ever talk to me like that unless you want a ten inch real dick up your ass, got it?" He growled into my ear. Is that supposed to scare me? "Don't you mean nine and a half? Niall." Let's test him and she where this goes...
Niall's heavy breathing fills my ears, he must be pissed... Good.
I feel teeth clam down on my neck and then his tongue comes trying to soothe it but it doesn't help with him repeating the same pattern over and over again but I can't help a moan slipping from my mouth as his left hand grips my right breast.
"Do me a favor? Learn to shut the fuck up sometimes." Niall smirked and picked me up like a bride then placed me down in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
"Look at your neck princess." Niall demanded. I obeyed moving my hair to one side to see a huge red mark that covers up about half of the left side of my neck. I gasped as I touched it with slight pressure. "That's what you get." Niall chuckled reattaching his lips to my sore neck. "Ow, Niall stop it." I was moaning and on the verge of crying at the same time.
"Nope, your gonna learn your lesson today." Niall mumbled against my neck. When I tried to move he pulled me back by my hair with one hand and wraping his arm around my waist placing my bum against his hardening crotch. "Fuck." Niall moaned. "I want you to grind you hips against me and look in the mirror." When I looked in the mirror I was biting my lip which I wasn't aware of trying to hold back a moan as I moved my right arm from under his to move around his neck and grind into him with an upward motion. "Oh fuck, daddy's gonna fuck you so hard princess." I could feel the wetness pooling in between my legs as Niall's hand went closer and closer to my throbbing area, right where I needed him... "Please daddy?" "Please what?" "Fuck me." I don't care how needy or blunt that sounded.
I need him.
