The droplets of rain dribbled down the window and the building flashes passed, I leaned my head against the cold glass with a suppressed smile on my face.
I was happy that we were finally here.
Finally in the place that I dreamed of being in for a very long time.
In a weird way, I feel like I'm at home already.
Like this is the place where I belong.

Harry was sitting in the front seat next to the man driving and the only noise that came from inside the car was the soft hums escaping the mouth of the man singing along to the quiet radio and Harry's deep and rather loud breaths.
He was squirming in his seat. Like he was restricted.
After moments of silence, I accidently let out a little sneeze, catching Harry's attention as his head snapped towards me, "You're catching a cold", he states.
I shake my head, "No, I'm not. I just sneeze a lot"
It was true, once I start, I can't stop. Harry rolled his eyes.
"The hotel's just up the road", he says, not looking into my eyes but more so my mouth.
I nodded but didn't say a word, sometimes the things I say aren't always the way they are meant to sound.
He turned back around, finally stopped staring at me and I sighed with relief.

The car ride to the hotel was silent and awkward. Well for me anyway...
And once it stopped, I looked outside the window to come face to face with the most beautiful hotel I have ever seen. It was better than any I have staying in before, and my family always chooses the best.

I stepped out slowly, after being instructed to my Harry. That boy is really bossy.
A held my handbag on one arm and one of my other bags on the other. Harry managed to grab all his bags and my suitcase as we stepped inside. Needless to say, I was glad that the lobby was warm, considering it was freezing outside.
Many people were filing in and out of the hotel and Harry quickly pulled my close, not wanting me to get lost in the crowd.

As we checked in, Harry then gave our bags to the bell boy and then pulled me to the lift. He slammed his finger into the button aggressively, making me jump slightly and step away from him instinctively. Harry saw my movements and frowned, glaring at me before grabbing my by the waist with both hands and crashing my body onto his.
I squirmed under his grip, not wanting to be this close to him, "Stop struggling. If you want to stop getting stared at by those guys like you are their prey start acting sweetheart", he said through gritted teeth.
I glanced over my shoulder to see three boys looking me up and down with dark smirks on their faces. One boy did that stupid chin lift thing once he caught my stare. The three of them grinned and were about to walk over but stopped drastically when Harry's hands slid down my back to my bum and he brushed his nose against mine.
He began to lean in slowly and my heartbeat increased. I can't do this. Not with him!

You know that saying 'Saved by the bell'? Well, in my case, I was saved by the elevator.
I quickly jumped back from the curly haired boy and pulled him into the elevator, luckily being the only ones in there. "Keen are we?", he smirked, slapping the number 9 button. I'm guessing we're on the ninth floor then.
"No, you're just very outgoing", I stated, shaking my head.
Once again, Harry hit the emergency stop button and slammed me up against the wall so that my cheek my pressed against the glass and my back was facing him.
"Do you know what happens to little sluts like you who talk back and don't do what they are told?", he spat, pushing my head harder against the wall.
"N-no", I whimper.
Before saying another word, Harry used his free hand to yank my black tights down to my ankles but leaving my underwear on. "Fuck", I heard him grunt under his breath and before I could process what was happening, his hand slammed down onto my firm bum. I squealed, only to be spanked again, "Don't make another fucking sound", he grunts into my ear.
Between spanks, his hand massages and pinches my bum cheeks, kneading me in his hands.
Everything in my mind was telling me that it was wrong, but my body felt so good. After the first couple of whimpers, a small moan left me mouth.
"Oh, you like that do you?", he said into my ear, "You're so dirty"

More spanking and rubbing before he pulled away and pressed the elevator button again, letting us continue our journey to our floor. I stood there, gasping for air with my tights at my feet.
Quickly, I pulled them up, going bright red in the face and having a very sore bum. Why the hell would he spank me?! Is he crazy?!
I kept my distance, staying on the opposite side of the elevator as I glanced at the stupid smirk he held on his face, looking proud of making me embarrassed. "Don't worry baby, you have a great arse"
I gasped, moving further away from him and holding my bag close to my chest from protection. He was proud of his achievements.
When the elevator dings, signaling our floor, I quickly grab my bags and rush out, turning left up the hall to find the room as quickly as possible. "You're going the wrong way babe"
I blushed, quickly turning around and following him up the corridor, keeping my distance.
As he comes to a halt, he drops his bags onto the floor whilst inserting the key card into the little slot quickly and pulling it out, pressing down on the door handle and opening it up to reveal a huge room.
Like the perfect gentlemen, he pushes his way into the room without offering to help me with my bags or even asked if I was still in pain, In which my answer would be yes.
I rolled my eyes, careful that he couldn't see because I didn't want to risk getting another beating.
I grabbed my bags and gently placed them inside the room, finally getting a chance to look around. This room was the most biggest and beautiful room I have ever seen in my entire life. I gasped at it's enchantment, looking at towards the bathroom which Harry disappeared into moments ago. The door was shut.
I gently sat myself down on one of the hard lounges, keeping my legs snapped together and my hair straightened out.

I jumped slightly when Harry returned. The door swung open revealing his lean and masculine figure. He didn't look around the room in awe like I did, he simply kept his stare on me.
I was embarrassed and scared. I didn't think he would ever hurt me like that, but he did.
I never underestimate the power men hold over women, but that fact that he persuaded me to come half way across the world with him after having only one conversation with him in my entire life. I'm surprised I haven't tried to run away yet, considering what he just did to me!

I had been too caught up in my thoughts to realize that Harry was now in front of me, glaring down.
"You wanna know something?", he asked with a frown. Despite my eagerness, I was too scared to say yes, so my head shook revealing to him a big fat 'No'.
His glare became more intense, "Do you really want another spanking? Because I will quite happily give one too you"
I quickly shook my head, crawling further back against the lounge.
"You're mine", he smiled evilly. I'm nobodies! "You see, London is the perfect place. I lived here for many years and now, I am moving back. I have kept in contact with my closest mates and they are all eager to see me. Now that we live here, we have to make an income"
Nerves hit me like a ton of bricks. I swear, if he tells me that I have to be some sort of sex slave I will punch him in the throat and be on my way home. "So.. tomorrow, WE are going to hunt around for a large piece of land in the inner city, close to here. We are going to build something from scratch"
"What's that something?", I whispered, not being able to find my voice.
"You'll see", he smirked, yanking off my shoes and tossing them across the room before laying me down on the bed and pulling the duvet over me, "Get some sleep. We're in for a big day"