Breathing Your Love

Chapter 5: "How about dessert?"

Warning: This chapter will contain sexual content. Please do not read if you are not of appropriate age.

*Justin's POV*

I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers beside my paperwork as thought of the kiss that I shared with Hannah crept into my mind. I know it's strange, but I swear I felt something. I can't really explain it. I've never been one to catch feelings fast, but I think that's what happening. She makes my tummy weird and my brain fuzzy. Something that I haven't felt for a very long time.

The bad thing is, I know what I shouldn't take a liking to her. She's not my girlfriend, not even really my friend. She's someone that I bought. Someone that I only brought into my house to use for sex whenever I'd like. What would I tell my friends when they ask how we met? Or why I went for such a young girl? Which, she isn't really. Her birthday is only 8 months away. Then it will be legal for us to be together.. right when she leaves me.

All I know is that if I fall for this girl now, I'm going to regret it in the future. So I just.. won't. She'll be my sex slave and that's all. Not my friend, not anything. Maybe I'll talk to her every now and then if I need to, but other than that the only thing that her mouth should be doing is sucking me. Definitely no more kissing. That gets me too emotional. All lovey dovey. I swear, I almost stayed home from work and cuddled with her all day. Cuddled. Justin Drew Bieber does not cuddle. Especially with the help.

All though, it probably isn't a good thing to call her the help. Max is the help, and I certainly would never do with him the things that I would do with Hannah.. Will do with Hannah.

I shook off my thoughts as my phone began to ring. "Bieber here." I answered. "Ohh.. That's so businessie." Hannah giggled. I instantly smiled. "What's up, Hannah?" I asked. "I wanted to make dinner but Max said that you would be upset." She replied. "No, no. That's fine. You can make it if you want. What're you making?" I asked. "What do you want?" She asked. "You know what? Surprise me." I smiled. "Will do Mr.Bieber!"

"Mr.Bieber, aye?" I asked with a chuckle. I could practically hear her smile. "Well yeah.. you're all businessie." She giggled. I smiled and shook my head. "Go make dinner. I'll be home in half an hour." I replied. "Can't wait.." She said in this flirty voice that made my stomach do that thing again. "One more thing.. When I come home, I want my dinner on the table and you in the bed. No clothes. Understood?" I asked. She lightly gasped. "I.. okay." She replied in a whisper. I smirked to myself before hanging up the phone.--

I walked into the house, instantly smiling as I saw my dinner sitting on the table. Mm.. lasagna. I sat down and quickly ate the food, feeling kind of empty because Hannah wasn't there. The worst part? I knew she was waiting for me upstairs naked the entire time.

After I finished, I removed my shoes before making my way upstairs. I made sure to stomp so that Hannah knew that I was on my way. I walked up to the door and saw it just barely open. I slowly walked over and pushed the door open to find Hannah laying on the bed, on her side letting her long hair cascade down onto the pillows. She was completely naked just as I requested as she propped up her head on her hand. The seductive little pose sent shocks straight down to my cock.

I bit my lip as I looked up and down her body. That was the first time I ever saw her completely naked and could actually get a good look at her. "How was supper, baby?" She asked. My eyes traveled up to hers. "How about dessert?" She added. "There was none." I replied in a confused tone. "Wasn't there? That's my bad.. Maybe I can whip something up?" She asked before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

I could practically feel my mouth drop open as she innocently smiled over at me. I walked into the room and slammed the door behind me. "Hannah.." I groaned. She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows. "Come on, Justin.. make me feel good." She winked. "Justin? Justin." She called out. "Mr.Bieber? Wake up, sir. It's time to go home." I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "What?" "Mr.Bieber!" All of the sudden, I opened my eyes and found myself in my office, sitting at my ask.

"Fuck, how long have I been out?" I asked. "Only a few minutes, sir.." My secretary, Donna replied. I nodded and stretched, hearing my back crack a couple of times. "Thank you." I mumbled before waving her off. I quickly stood up and basically sprinted outside to my car. I raced home and didn't bother stopping at the kitchen table before running upstairs. I walked into the bedroom to find Hannah, sitting on the bed talking with Max. "Oh, hey.." She smiled over at me. "Did you eat? Dinner is on the table." She smiled. "Max, can you excuse us for a second?" I asked.

He obeyed and quickly walked out of the room. "What is this?" I asked. "What is what?" She replied. "I asked you to be in bed naked when I came home." I growled. "Oh, I'm sorry.. I was talking to Max and I guess I just sort of forgot." She shrugged. I flared my nostrils before pulling at my hair. "Next time I ask you to do something and you don't do it, you're in so much trouble!" I screamed before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind me. I immediately walked downstairs and found my food waiting on the table. Being nothing but mad, I picked up the plate and threw it across the room.

"Max, clean this shit up!" I yelled before walking out into my den. I fell down onto my chair and let out a sigh. After a couple of minutes, Hannah walked into the room with a robe wrapped around her tiny body.She innocently looked down at me before crawling onto my lap, straddling me as she did so. I kept my hands on the arm rests as she sat her hands on my chest. "Max, go somewhere upstairs." Hannah called out.

"I'm sorry.." She whispered. "I know I'm just your sex slave. I got too comfortable and I thought maybe you wouldn't mind and it was just inappropriate." She added. "Now.. I don't have on anything under this robe and I believe I'm only here to do one job so.." She trailed off. I wanted to argue with her. Tell her that she's much more than just a sex slave and that I was only upset because I'm beginning to gain feelings for her but.. I couldn't just say that. "Forgive me?" She asked. "Yeah." I mumbled before moving my hands to her hips. "But, I don't want you right now. Go get into bed. I'll be up in a couple of minutes to go to sleep."

I swear, her entire face dropped, but she nodded and stood up off of me. "Well.. I'm here whenever you feel that you want me." She replied before walking out of the room and upstairs.

I'm such an asshole but, she needed to know where we stood in this arrangement. She was the sex slave and I was the boss. She was right. We had both gotten too comfortable.

I made my way upstairs and found her laying in bed, her back turned to me and her body hidden under the blankets. "Our kiss earlier.." I spoke before closing the door and taking my shirt off. "It's not going to happen again." I added before slipping my pants and boxers off. "Are we understood?" I asked. "Yes." She whispered in reply. I knew she was hurting, and it honestly made me feel like a giant asshole knowing that I was the one who made her that way.

I think we understood our places though. She knew that I was the man and she was the slave and that's just how it would be.

I crawled into bed next her and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Goodnight." I whispered, but I got no reply. So I went to sleep with my slave in my arms, terribly, terribly miserable.