His Angel ☆ l.s.

Chapter 11

Disclaimer: This chapter tends to have more BDSM undertones than usual chapters. Everything mentioned is totally consensual.

✧Third P.O.V✧
"Now, let's begin." Harry grinned slyly.

Harry cracked the whip against his wrist, the loud noise bounced off the walls. He slowly approached the bed, whip in one hand and handcuffs in the other. He swung the handcuffs on his index finger, smiling as he peered down at Louis. Louis was blindfolded, obediently waiting.

"You don't know what's in store." Harry chuckled. "Open your hands." He commanded.

Louis brought his hands together at the middle of his back. Harry quickly fastened the handcuffs around the pretty boy's wrists. Harry's fingers crept on Louis' hands. Louis' hands were clammy. He was nervous.

"Don't be scared, I'm right here." Harry whispered into the boy's ear. Louis nodded hesitantly. His blindfold slowly creeping down his nose as he moved his head.

Minutes passed as Harry stared at Louis. The red fluorescent lights illuminated Louis' skin. He was laid on his tummy against the bed, hands restrained behind his back, blindfolded, and only in his boxer shorts. Completely defenseless.

Harry quickly brought the whip back, creating a "swoosh" noise in the air. The whip came in contact with Louis' back as Harry brought the whip down forcefully. Louis cried out as a dozen red lines appeared on his skin.

A cycle of whipping and crying continued for a few minutes before Harry stopped. He placed the whip on the stand and stood behind Louis, admiring the markings.

"Doll, what's your color?" Harry asked sternly.

A moment passed before Louis spoke. "Green." He voiced. Harry nodded and approached the bed. He kissed Louis' shoulder blades like they were buttercups. He soothingly caressed the boy's calves, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"You did wonderful, baby boy." and phrases of the sort: "You're so strong, so beautiful."

Louis smiled and tried to sit up, but was pressed against the bed again. "We're not quite finished." Harry said somberly. Before they continued, Harry continued to reassure Louis.

"I'm okay. Let's continue." Louis voiced eagerly. Harry nodded and stepped back from the bed. He went to one of the shelves and contemplated on what to use.

"You'll enjoy this one." Harry said amusingly. He chuckled as he saw Louis' body tense up. He walked towards the bed, wand in hand.

"Roll over. I want you on your back." Harry ordered. Louis tried to rollover with his hands restrained. Harry watched as the boy struggled.

"Help?" Louis giggled waiting for Harry to help. Harry walked over, placing the wand in his back pocket. He pulled Louis' arms up and placed them above his head. He then rolled Louis onto his back. Harry's hands brushed Louis' sides, slightly tickling him.

"We won't be needing these." Harry smiled. He looped his hands in the waistband of Louis' boxers and swiftly pulled them down to his ankles. The cold air quickly nipped Louis' skin, creating goosebumps on his body. Harry grinned with delight.

"Now, you can always object if something is too much. Use your safe word if so. Understand?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, sir." Louis nodded. As soon as Louis' spoke his nipple was met with a zap.