LITTLE ONE ~ NARRY

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Niall couldn't remember the last time that he had laughed as much as Liam made him. He made him feel the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Only Mr. Styles had evoked the same feeling in him. He felt uneasy, but happy.

He went inside his little cottage as it was already quite dark. With uneasy steps he walked toward his kitchen table and lit the small white candle that he had. It wouldn't illuminate the room completely, but it would give enough light for Niall to get ready for bed.

With slow steps he walked towards his bed. Today was a tiring day at its best. He did his best to meet all the needs that Spirit had and for a horse he had a lot of needs. And afterwards he spend a lovely evening exploring the surroundings of river Dane together with Liam. They had the absolute best time ever. They climbed the old trees and the ones that had fallen over the water. They splashed around and watched the cotton candy sky's roll around the light lilac sky. Niall's little heart was beating rapidly all the time that he forgot that he was in damp clothing. He didn't care. Liam made him feel alive.

But when his mum caught them in the dinning room all wet and dirty, she shone Niall and also the unknown boy. She didn't like her little angel acting so reckless with someone that he didn't even know. She quickly ordered Liam to go to his guest chamber as she made Niall go to his cottage and take a well needed bath and then go to sleep.

Niall sat down on his bed and removed his cotton shirt. It wasn't dirty, just a bit damp. He needed to leave it on the back of a chair and let it dry during the night. So he got up from his bed and went over to one of the two chairs that were in his small cottage. He draped his shirt over the chair and started to untie his pants when he heard quite tapping sounds from his door. It sounded like somebody gently hit their fingernails against the wooden door.

Niall felt a bit frighten as it was very late and he wasn't one to get visitors as he didn't have any friends. But the tapping sounded so delicate, so it's probably his mum that wants to lecture him about spending time with a strange boy.

"Mummy, I get tha-" Niall was cut short when he opened the door and in-front of him stood no other then his Mr. Styles. Niall felt his breathing stop for a well minute.

"We have a serious discussion, boy." Mr. Styles sounded angry and Niall was baffled. He knew that he did everything good. He didn't do any thing that would be wrong in Mr. Styles eyes.

"Mr. Styles, I haven't done anything wrong." Niall's confidence from before was still present. But it soon evaporated when he saw the look in Mr. Styles eyes. They were as dark as that night in the barn.

"You dare to lie to me again?" Harry felt his body tense as images of his Niall laughing with that servant boy flashed before his eyes. "You know that lying will be punished?"

Niall wanted to speak. He wanted to scream. He couldn't find anything that he did to be wrong. He had done everything that he was asked for and even more when he cleaned the stables. Was he not to do that? 

"Use the goddamn words, boy!" Harry whisper screamed as he closed the door behind him and pulled out Spirits whip from behind his back. Niall's eyes widened as he look at the leather whip. It was brand spanking new and it shined like the sun in the dim candle light.

Niall was still unable to speak as he watched Mr. Styles roll his eyes in frustration and grab him by the wrist. He pulled him towards the other kitchen chair. Mr. Styles sat down and patted his lap.

"Lay over." Mr. Styles said with his lips barely opening. His face had coloured with dark red tint. Niall shook his head no as he was scared for what might happen.

"I won't repeat myself, little one." Harry pointed to his lap with the whip and watched as Niall slowly bent over his legs. He felt a rush of an unknown feeling go through his whole body. He felt so bad, but yet so good.

"This will teach you how to not laugh with other men who aren't me, understood?" Harry asked in a stern voice as he slowly slid Niall's pants and underpants down his bum. Harry felt his member get hard underneath Niall's fragile body.

Niall's fear disappeared for a moment when he realised that Mr. Styles was possessive over him. And that truly meant that he was his and only his. But he had Mrs Amelia and there could never be anything between them. And Liam is so lovely....

Suddenly Niall felt the cold leather material of Spirits whip hit his bare bum and a loud scream escaped his mouth. He heard Mr. Styles grunt and as he looked up a bit he saw his eyes closed and his head thrown back. Mr. Styles was bitting his lower lip as his fingers slowly massaged the the reddening spot on Niall's bottom.

"D-don't you dare to scream like that again, little one." Mr. Styles whispered as he slowly looked at Niall and their eyes met for a brief second, before Niall turned his head back down.

Mr. Styles continued to whip Niall's pale bum. Red marks leaving their presence on the previously untouched buttocks of the young boy. Harry didn't seem to be able to stop. And Niall didn't seem to mind that much anymore, he started to feel hot and his fingers were digging into Mr. Styles pants.

After few more slaps, Harry threw the whip on the ground and asked Niall to get up. The boy got up and held his palms over his member. Harry was tempted to remove the young boys hands, but he felt like he already let his unholy mind go too far.

Harry got up and towered over the smaller boy. With in swift movement he picked up the boy in bridal style and took him to his bed. He put him down on his stomach and kneeled beside the bed. He looked at the red spots on Niall's bum and felt regret wash over his body. He started to press light kiss to every red whip mark until he heard Niall moan into the pillow.

"What was that, little one?" Harry asked with amusement linked in his voice. "Do you like it, when I do this?"

Harry's defined lips continued to kiss Niall's bum while his right hand massages Niall's inner tight. Niall felt his body starting to shake. He felt so dang good. This kind of punishment was more of an exciting experience.

"Mr. Styles?" Niall asked in a quite manner as he awaited for his master to answer him. The only answer that he got was a quick mhm while his lips slid over Niall's bare bum.

"Can I asked for you to kiss my lips?" Niall's voice cracked in a most fragile way possible. Harry froze with his lips mere inches away from Niall's bare bottom. He quickly got up and his daze was broken.

"I-I. Little one, I shouldn't have done what I did." Harry started to pace around the small cottage and pull at his curls. What a sinful man I am. If even I can be called a man.

"But why not?" Niall quickly got to his feet and pulled his underpants up and ran towards Mr. Styles. His little, trembling hands grabbed at his silk night gown and he looked up to meet the beautiful jade orbs of his master. "I want you to touch me. I want you to be my first kiss. I want to be yours."

"Oh my lord. I am taking away your innocence, boy." Harry grabbed Niall's wrists and tried to pull them away from his nightgown, but Niall's grip was so tight that he just couldn't.

"Please don't, Mr. Styles." Niall inhaled a deep breath and pressed his head to Mr. Styles chest, listening to his heartbeat. "You can't even phantom how much of my thoughts are occupied with you. You have infatuated me so darn much. I can't even choose which shirt to wear in the morning, without thinking about you. Would you like this on my body. Will it be revealing enough for you. Because, recall, that you were the one to claim me as yours. But you only claimed me by words and I want to be claimed by you in a different way. In a more intimate way."

"Precious boy." Harry's hands slowly crept upon Niall's delicate body as they finally rested on Niall's lower back. "I have done you wrong, by making you believe that there could ever be something between us. It's so wrong in uncountable ways. With heavy heart I must reject you and not give in."

Niall felt his eyes sting as tears started to roll down his cheeks. He was all torn up. He wanted to be Mr. Styles and he could feel that Mr. Styles wanted the same. He wasn't completely simple-minded. He could feel Mr. Styles need for him pressing against his hip. And he had the same problem in his underwear.

"I must go, little one." Harry felt his body become limp in the embrace of the young boy. He gathered all of the strength that was left in him and pushed the boy of him. "Please stay around Spirit for a week or two, because me and Mrs. Amelia will be absent from the premises of this mansion."