My Cruel Kidnapper || Harry Styles Fanfiction
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A whimper escaped my lips as I examined my whole body infront of the dusty and broken mirror.
I was wearing only his oversized shirt, bruises showing from my pale skin, my legs trembled at the sight infront of me.
'Who is this girl?' I asked myself as I stared back at her with pity..
Only wearing an oversized shirt that reached her mid-thigh.
Bruises all over her pale skin, her hair was covering the side of her face..
And the sad part was to realize, It's me. He did this to me.. He took everything from me! My life, my friends; My virtue-- the respect for myself, gone.
I squeezed my eyes shut and a gasp left my lips as I glance at the side, seeing him smirked infront of the mirror..
His hands snaked over my hips and I was too petrified to do any actions that I might regret..
He kept massaging my hips and I winced whenever he touched the bruised part, only making his smirk grew bigger.
His hands snaked on my stomach and played with my belly button while his chin rest on my shoulder.
"Admiring your bruise, are we not?," He inhaled the smell from my hair and I closed my eyes, carefully squirming from his hold.
"Why are you doing this to me?," I whispered, making a loud gasp as he pushed my back to hit his chest hard. "-You gave me pain, isn't this enough," I whispered, being careful not to anger him; the last time I didn't want to do, is to anger him.
"Tha fact that it hurts you.. makes me enjoy the most.."
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"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.
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