Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Chapter 22

"Is this him?" Louis' friend asks while I busy myself with making dinner.

"Yes, it is." A hand lands heavily on my shoulder and I wince slightly as I continue to stir the sauce on the stove, trying to appear unfazed. "What do you think?" My eyebrows scrunch together slightly in confusion. What does he think about what?

"It's hard to say without seeing his face. Not to mention there's way too many clothes in the way," he says with a chuckle, and Louis laughs along with him.

He tightens his grip on my shoulder and spins me around to face the stranger. I glance up at him briefly before turning my gaze to the ground like I've been taught.

"How old?"

"Eighteen."

"Well done, Lou. He's pretty."

I frown a little at that. Wait, me? I glance up at Louis and he's wearing a proud smile on his face as he nods. He kisses the top of my head and my cheeks flush as I give him a shy smile.

"Finish up the food, I'm starving," he demands and I quickly whisper a 'yes, Sir' before turning back to the stove.

After the meal is completed, I carry it to the dining room and serve the food onto the two places sitting on the table. I swear I had placed three settings... is his friend not staying now?

"Get me a beer, gorgeous," the man says, and I tilt my head in confusion. I glance over at Louis who's staring at me with a hard glare. My eyes widen and I quickly scurry off to the kitchen to collect beverages. I place them down in front of the two men sitting at the table before looking over at Louis.

"Excuse me, Sir?" I whisper timidly, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"What?" he grumbles around a mouthful of food.

"D-do you know where the p-plate I put out for m-me went?" He looks up at me with a raised eyebrow before barking out a laugh.

"Pets don't eat at the table. You can stand in the kitchen and eat." What the hell is he talking about?

"B-but, Sir..."

"Now. Get out of my face, slut. I'll come get you when we're ready for you."

My eyes fill with tears and my bottom lip trembles slightly as I hang my head in shame and walk back to the kitchen slowly. I always eat with him at the table, why is he acting like this?

I've just finished cleaning up the dishes when Louis comes in and grabs my wrist, tugging me to the playroom without a word. Not wanting to anger him, I simply follow him silently and without complaint. I see movement from the corner of my eye and gasp, quickly averting my gaze when I see his friend lounging on the bed we have down here, completely naked.

"Don't act all shy, you and I both know how much you love cock," Louis snickers from beside me as he shoves me forward towards the bed.

My eyes widen when I realize what's happening and I quickly shake my head. "N-n-no, I don't w-want to do this, Sir," I whisper quickly, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"Don't you love me, Luke?" I frown and nod my head slowly.

"Of course I do, which is w-why I don't want to d-do this," I reply, wringing my hands in front of myself anxiously.

"If you loved me like you say you do, you'd do this for me. I love to watch, it turns me on. Don't you want to please me?" I nod again and wipe away a few tears that have managed to escape. "Then go on, show me what a good little slut you can really be." He nudges me towards the bed again and I take a deep breath before slowly walking over to the man.