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Clarity

54.

Finally the clock had struck one.
The chime of the old Granfather clock was barely audible above the music, but my all to senstitive ears caught the sound because I had been nearby the device. Of course though when Harry turned off the music and told everyone to leave, there were complaints.
Complaints that instantly turned into goodbye's when Harry threatened to get anyone remaining in the house after ten minutes deported. Shailene and Marcus though did linger a bit longer though, but soon much to my dismay left as well because it was a school night.
I couldn't even imagine how I was going to function tomorrow when my night was officially over. In the last half hour of the party I hadn't seen Carson, but did bump into Gemma who appeared to be in a better mood, but now I was more wary of her.
Finally never the less, Harry scooted out the last person, leaving the house empty now except for the resident's living there. Not that I was counting myself.
"Wow! This place is a mess." I laughed, kicking at an empty plastic red cup, making it roll over the littered carpet.
"It is, but my maids will take care of it." Harry said, pulling off his gloves before tossing them over his head prior to walking over to me. "Now I do believe we have a commitment in the playroom?" He purred, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me up against him.
"Yes I do believe so." I said, resting my hands on his shoulders, and he grinned as he pecked my lips. "Then get your ass in there, and wait for me. I need to change into proper attire for this commitment." He growled, kissing my forehead then pulling away so I could walk away.
"Course you do baby." I said with a sarcastic smile, then proceeded to make my way upstairs with a churning stomach, Harry at my heels.
"I'll have to give you the key." He reminded, and I nodded; pausing for a moment to allow him to catch up before proceeding to climb up the rest of the steps. "Do I have to wait long?" I asked, holding out my hand for him to hold, a gesture he did willingly with the shake of his head.
"Just a couple of minutes I need to get changed." He said, kissing my hand then releasing it as we climbed the final step and walked the walk down to his bedroom.
"Wait at the door. I don't want you to see where I hide it." Harry informed once we reached his bedroom door, and I was pushed aside.
"Fiiiine." I drawled, folding my arms and leaning against the wall as he disappeared in his room.
I wonder why he didn't want me to know the location of the key? I mean, it wasn't like I had any interest in going in the playroom.
I, quite honestly, had a tendency to forget the room existed unless Harry made mention of it. "Here you go handsome!" Harry then announced, popping his head out of the room, and holding up a small gold key, one I took into the protection of my hand.
"Don't loose it, or I'll do much more then whip ya." He warned, then vanished back into the bedroom with the click of his door. Shaking my head at him I pocketed the key and walked down the hall in persuit of the double red doors.
Once I had come to them, I slipped out the key and allowed myself in prior to flicking on the lights.
The room seemed larger this time, everything seemed to be better quality, and in better shape. Whistling to fill the awkward silence.
-Harry's P.O.V-
I could scarcely contain my excitement to finally get Louis in the playroom.
Even though we had done a few kinky things before, both in and out of my sacred room, this time would be more fun. The first time I had brought him in there I had been incrediably nervous he would get creeped out, but if anything he seemed not to care in the slightest.
Well of course though after tonight that would change.
After I had given Louis the key, I practically pounced under my bed to get the Magic Mike costume, and the whip. I knew in some people's eyes my actions were immoral, which they were, but Louis made me feel like it was worth the sin.
Fuck, the sins I'd commit for my boy.
Once I had gotten the costume out of the plastic bagging I nearly tore off my Dracula costume. At one point of our night I had considered keeping the vampire costume on in the playroom, but I felt as if Magic Mike was much more appropiate.
As soon as my garments were removed I took the liberty of pulling on the leather pants then strapped the bow around my neck, not bothering with a shirt. After my costume was on I slipped into the bathroom to clean off my facial costume.
Of course it took a moment to wipe of the make up, and it took even longer to make my hair look semi-normal with the dye still streaked in it. I wasn't presented with a problem until I tried to pull my teeth out, and much to my dismay learned I couldn't because I had used to much glue.
Eventually I gave up, and decided Louis would just get a mix tonight, though I'd have to be careful with the teeth.
Looking myself over in the mirror, giving my appearance a nod of approval, I decided to go make my dramatic entrance as I tossed my whip over my shoulder.
Christian Grey worthy entrance might I say, because my Anna was waiting.
-Louis' P.O.V-
After I had snooped around the playroom a bit, I decided to sit down on the couch and play with the limp feather on my hat. Harry's few minutes had turned into ten, and I was getting bored.
The whole time I had been sitting in here my nerves only increased, making me fidget in my seat, and take the occasional shaky breath. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared for Harry to use that whip on me.
I mean, I knew he would never do something to intentionally hurt me (well at least I hoped he wouldn't), but from what I had heard whips hurt. Yet though I was to prideful to back out now, and disappoint my boyfriend.
Harry was really quite the character, I literally could not put into words his personality. It would confuse people. I guess it was just in his DNA.
Or he had some kind of multiple personality disorder, but same thing.
Sighing I sat back, letting my head fall upon the back of the couch as I looked up at the ceiling. It was an interesting ceiling, very clean, and very white. Almost like unfallen snow. Only it didn't glisten.
For a short time I stared at the unentertaining ceiling, then yawned as boredom settled. "I'm going to get him a watch." I muttered, referring to how long he was taking as opposed to how long he said he was going to take.
I then slipped my hand into the waistband of my boxers where I was hiding my phone, but the instant my finger tips brushed over it the red doors of the playroom flew open with a loud bang, making me nearly pee myself in surprise.
"I do believe I'm looking for a Louis Tomlinson." Harry's thick accented voice purred, and I looked up with wide eyes. He had really out done himself on the scale of hotness this time.
He was wearing tight leather pants that showed nearly every detail of his bulge; he had a red and black bow around his neck; a whip rested over his shoulder, and he was wearing no shirt. Meaning every inch of his tattooed, muscle ridden torso was exposed.
All of that making me drool, metephorically speaking.
"Oh. T-That's me." I squeaked, rising to my now shaky legs as my eyes grazed over his appearance again and again. Harry then stared at me for a long moment, saying nothing as a smirk rested on his face, then he revealed the set of fangs still in his mouth.
Gulp.
"Don't laugh but you get Vampire Harry and Magic Harry. I used to much glue on my teeth, meaning it won't wear off for awhile, and I'm not willing to wait." He informed, taking a step towards me, and I felt highly intimidated by my boyfriend.
"Well, you look hot." I laughed, both actions nervous ones as I leaned against the couch, gripping the armrest. Harry merely chuckled, walking the rest of the way over to me, his eyes a vibrant dark green, and he stopped directly a foot away.
"What do I need to do?" I asked quickly, feeling my heart beat faster as my face flushed.
I was getting so worked up now that I felt sick. Oh gosh, don't throw up Louis, don't throw up.
"Give me a kiss." Harry said, flipping the whip around his neck as he grabbed the back of my neck with both hands, pulling me towards him a bit roughly. For a moment I did nothing, then one of my cute innocent smiles slipped onto my face, and I shook my head as I sucked in my lips.
"Nope!" I said, biting down on them. "I don't take no for an answer Mr. Tomlinson." He growled, moving an arm around me waist so he could pin me up against him.
"I'm sorry if my fangs hurt you." He said, then pressed his lips to mine, hard, hard enough to make the fangs scratch my upper lip. Just for a second I kept my lips sucked in, then let them slid out as Harry's attacked mine with no shame.
Then that's what we did. Harry picked me up by my thighs and slid his tongue into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me over to the bed. "Mine. Mine." He muttered repeatedly inbetween the smacking of our lips, and I nodded to show I understood.
When we got over to the bed he laid me down, immediately climbing ontop of me as he assaulted my mouth with his every way he could, causing a metallic taste of blood to come between us from his fangs, but neither cared as he straddled my waist.
Once my waist was straddled he then pulled his lips away, and pressed them down to my neck, scraping the teeth over my sweet spots as whimpers let my lips, and my bulge grew hard. There it was, the burn, appearing once again.
A burn only Harry could extinguish.
After he had pressed enough kisses to my neck to satisfy himself, he placed his forehead on top of mine and kissed my nose. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispered, giving me that almost demonic smirk again.
"For what?" I panted, nearly breathless from his actions. "That you'll be walking funny when I'm done with you." He said, pecking my lips then slidding off of me, prior to me sitting up.
"What are we going to do first?" I asked, naturally assuming he was going to screw me first, but of course I was wrong. "Whipping." He said, cracking it a few times in the air as he spoke. "Okay." I sighed, then stood up.
"Can I take off my costume? I don't want you ripping it." I asked, smiling a bit at my joke, and he rolled his eyes with a nod. "Of course you can, as much as I'd love to rip it from your body shred by shred." He shrugged, glancing at me with darker eyes, and I swallowed.
Was it possible for a human being to look the way Harry did? Was the lad even human?
Exhaling a long breath, I then unbutton myself before slipping my costume quickly off, tossing it aside, now only clad in my boxers.
"Ready." I informed, wrapping my arms around myself as I bit my lip. "What do kinky whips do?" I asked, and Harry turned his attention to me as he ran his thumb and index finger over the length of the whip.
"They bring pleasure not pain. No worries." He said, giving me an assuring smile as he held his arms open for a hug. Smiling to myself at how he could be so sexy, yet so cute, I shuffled over and wrapped my arms around him in a loose hug, one Harry tightened.
"Did you know the first time I ever did this to someone the whip wrapped around my leg when I cracked it and I tripped myself." He informed, and I laughed.
"No it never came up." I said, looking up at him and he grinned as he kissed my head. "True. Now go lay down." He sighed, pulling his arms away from me and I nodded. "How?" I asked, walking towards the bed, and he pursed his lips.
"On your back, because I don't want to freak you out." He said, and I opened my mouth to make a comment but swallowed it as I laid down on the bed, then watching Harry as he went into the closet.
"You sure it won't hurt?" I asked. "Positive. It might leave a bruise or two, but kinky whips feel good." He promised, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, and my breath hitched. "I trust you." I whispered, my widdened eyes watching him as he stalked over, then cuffed my wrists to the headboard.
"Don't tug to hard on these or your wrists will bleed." He warned, and I nodded to show I understood even though I was already pulling on them. I didn't like being restrained.
"This won't hurt a bit." He then said, running his slender fingers through my hair in an attempt to comfort me, before pulling back, and grabbing the whip off the couch. "I'm scared." I admitted, and Harry shushed me.
"It'll be okay." He promised, then raised the whip above his head as he stood over me. "I'll do one lash, and you tell me how it feels." He said, and I nodded as I squeezed my eyes shut, begining to tense.
"Don't tense baby." Harry warned, rubbing my stomach, then I heard him crack the whip. When the worn piece of leather made contact with my skin, it was far from what I expected. Yes it did hurt a bit, but the way it struck my skin made me feel weird, so my first response was to moan softly.
"Good response." Harry chuckled, and I dared to flutter open my eyes and look at him. "That wasn't to bad." I said, smiling a bit, and he smirked. "Good." He growled, then hit me again, and again and again.
With each lash the weird feeling increased, and I started squirming as I moaned loudly.
It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasure. It was like right inbetween, and I admit it was much different then I had expected.
Also not to mention Harry looked hot as hell when he whipped someone. His eyes were the darkest green they could be; his muscles flexed with each strike; and his smirk grew with each sound I made. At one point in our activity it was so wide he looked like the Cheschire Cat, which was funny to me because he was from Cheschire.
Then with a flash of a second, Harry stopped hitting me and dropped the whip. For a moment I had assumed he stopped to rest his arm, but instead he was stripping out of his leather pants and undoing the bow.
"No more whip?'' I asked quietly, squirming a bit in the prision brought upon me by the cuffs, and he looked up at me with pursed lips as he flung his pants over his head, completely nude now.
"No. I can't take those moans anymore, I need to fuck you." He breathed, walking over to me before pressing those cheeky lips to my chest, scattering light kisses over my skin as he literally tore off my boxers.
"Harry." I gasped, reminding myself to swat him later for ripping another article of clothing that belonged to me. "Louis." He mimicked, grabbed my half hardened length and pumping me, which sent me into a frenzy of moans and whimpers, as pleasure shot up my body like a bullet.
"Ah Harry!" I nearly shrieked, his tight warm hand feeling amazing, and he only moved those sneaky fingers faster as he nibbled and sucked on one of my nipples.
"Such a beautiful boy." He whispered, his hot breath making me shiver as I bucked my hips, allowing my head to fall back while I tugged viciously at the cuffs, the metal tearing into my skin and making me bleed.
"Harry p-please..p-please.." I begged, not sure what exactly I was begging for as small shrieks left my lips, but he only pumped me harder in faster, making me near my climax.
"I love it when you beg." He growled, gliding his tongue over my salty skin, made that way from the thin layer of sweat coating it, and I gasped for breath.
I wasn't sure why I was reacting to violently to all of his actions, but I knew that he knew what he was doing to me.
"Harry! I'm close!" I warned, my voice shrill, and immediately he pulled his hand away before climbing ontop of me and straddling me, causing his bare member to press against mine.
"Oh no baby, we don't want that." He purred, biting down on his index finger as he looked down at me with a sly smile. "W-Why?" I heaved, completely out of breath as bruises formed from the whip, and my member pulsed.
"Because I want to make you cum." He said, pecking my lips before grabbing my legs. ''Ready for me to fuck you?" He asked, and I nodded. Eager to get this all over with. "Good." He said, then lined up his tip in front of my bum hole.
"I think I'll leave you cuffed for this one." He said, and I opened my mouth to protest, but my unsaid words were muffled by a gasp as he thrusted all the way in with out warning.
"Ouch Harry!" I shouted, pulling on the cuffs hard, because I seriously needed to touch him, but he made no move to aid me in that goal. "Sorry baby." He said, even though I could tell he was far from it.
He then pulled all the way out and thrust in again which made me whimper and moan. With in a moment he had created a painfully pleasurable rhythym that consisted of him pulling all the way out, then slamming all the way in as fast as his hips would allow.
The whole time I was shrieking, moaning, whimpering, tugging at the cuffs, etc. It felt amazing by the third thrust, so good I could barely take it. From that moment I decided I loved it when Harry was rough with me.
''Shit babe you feel so good!'' Harry groaned, his eyes shutting as his moist pink lips fell open in silent moans, his nails tearing into the skin on my hips. "I can't t-take the c-cuffs anymore." I whined, knowing they were going to leave a mark.
Finally Harry broke me free from my prison, by undoing the cuffs and tossing them aside. The instant he did that I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on his hair as my body moved with his.
"Damn I love you." Harry then breathed, the words true, but random. "I k-know." I stammered, and his lips were pressed to mine as him screwing me roughly, turned into him making love to me softly.
The rest of the time he thrusted in and out of me we kissed. It wasn't a hot and heavy kind of kiss, just a sweet one that was occasionally interupted by a moan.
Finally, in union, the both of us let out loud animal like sounds as our orgasm's built, then released at the same time, lathering us in each other's liquids.
Once Harry had recovered, much sooner then me, he began to clean me off, lapping up anything he could get his tongue on, pausing inbetween to lick and suck lightly on my sensitive tip.
When he had finished his dirty deed he slid off the bed, and pulled me into his arms bridal style, a relief to me because I was to tired to walk. "I reccond we should go to bed now." Harry mumbled, pressing his lips to my temple, and I nodded in silent agreement as he left the playroom, and went into his room.
"There you go baby." He cooed, laying me gently down on the bed before pulling the covers over to me, and slidding in next to me so he could pull me into his arms.
"I'm going to be drifting off in class tomorrow." I mumbled, feeling more tired in that moment then I had in my whole nineteen years.
"I don't mind, you've earned it."

Notes

Comments

@mandyyloveslouisandharry



@Larreh Stylersun
nvm. i think she's done writting it

XavierDye XavierDye
11/21/14

@XavierDye
I can't find it:(( could you help me please ive been waiting for an update sooo long

@XavierDye
Can you tell me her 2nd profile name in Wattpad please??

Larreh Stylersun Larreh Stylersun
10/27/14

If you want to read another chapter go on wattpad and look it up, she updated. It's just her second account

XavierDye XavierDye
10/25/14

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larrys_berry Larrys_berry
8/13/14