Dirty Talks

"Fun and games is not what we’re here for, Miss Y/L/N," mr. Luke Hemmings tells me.
"Then what are we here for?" I ask, shifting around in my chair.
He takes a small breath and somehow manages to make me almost forget how to breathe with the look he gives me. His steel blue eyes pierce into me, somewhere deeper than I can ever imagine.
For the past few days, every since I met him at his office, he’s been on my mind. Thinking about his eyes, his blond quiffed up hair, walking around in that light grey suit like he can control anyone and anything. And that’s exactley what he does to me. Everytime I see or talk to him, he’s got me under his control. I no longer know what to do without him guiding me.
"Come with me. There’s something I have to show you," he says as he stands up and holds out his hand for me to take.
And without objecting, I do.
We walk up the stairs and down the hallway. What is he gonna show me? Oh dear lord, does he collect dead animals? I hope not. My thoughts are interupted when we stop in front of one of the doors. He turns to me and looks in the eyes. Damn those blue beautiful orbs.
"What’s inside this room is who I am. And who I hope you want to be for me. Remember, if this is not what you want, you can leave me and forget about everything. And just live your normal life," he explains to me.
"And what if I stay?"
"Then you’ll start a new life, as a new person, with me. You will not question what I do or want, just go with it. However, if there’s something you really don’t want to do, you tell me and I will respect your wish. Now when I open…"
"Just open the damn door, Luke," I tell him.
He gives me a some what nervous look. What? Luke Hemmings is getting nervous? When his hand is on the handle I can see it’s shaking. He opens the door and steps inside, as do I. He turns on the light.
What’s inside this room is something I’ve never seen before. The walls and ceiling are a deep shades of red and grey. A wall on the right filled with whips and what looks like leashes. There’s a little bench with a pillow on it in the left corner. Next to it is a huge closet with God knows what in it. And on the other side of that is a fancy chair with leather straps on the arms rests and the places where the feet are. When I look back to right side of the room I also see a long table with hand and feet straps again. It’s the kind of table you find in a massage salon.
But what really catches my eye is the big black, with red covers and pillows, king bed. There are poles on each corner of the bed. It’s facing the wall in front of us. Which holds a large mirror that displays not only the giant bed, but also my impressed expression. Aswell as Luke’s tensed body.
"Wow," is all I can say, " So what do you want from me with all of this?"
He stands in front of me, takes my hands and looks me in the eyes: “I want you to trust me. To completely surrender your body and mind to me. ‘Cause what I’m gonna do to you in here will take alot of effort from your end. Please know that if something happens that scares you or makes you feel uncomfortable and you want to leave, that you can. I will not hold you back.”
I look into his eyes and say: “I’ll try it.”
A smile of relief spreads across his face. And is immediately replaced with a almost dominant look.
"Take off your clothes and go stand in front of the door," he commands.
I want to object. What? Take my clothes off the first time I’m at your house? But when I look back at him, I see there’s no point in arguing. Mainly because I have a feeling I will not get away with it.
I undress myself while he’s watching. Standing there like he’s the lion king. But who am I kidding? If he says ‘jump’, I ask how high. Once I get rid of every piece of clothing, I go stand in front of the closed door. I’m feeling really exposed like this. Especially since he’s still wearing all of his clothes.
"Good girl. Now crawl over to the little bench on the left," he orders.
I get down on my knees and hands and crawl to the little bench. Once there, I hear footsteps coming near me. I look to my right and see him standing next to me.
"Now lay on the bench on your stomach."
I do as told and wait. I hear him get undressed too. Next thing that happens is his hand on my ass. He’s caressing it. Tracing all kinds of shapes. It feels so good. His touch feather light with a skin softer than silk.
"You have to lay still. This will not hurt you in a bad way," he says with a low voice.
I wanna say ‘what’, but when I do I feel a hard slap on my ass. Damn! But to my surprise it doens’t hurt. At all. When he starts caressing again it actually feels kind of nice. And then he slaps me again. It kind of hurts in a good way. A very pleasant way. When the third slap comes, I can feel the inside of my thighs become wet. Why does this turn me on?
"Come one, get up," he says, extending his hand to me.
I take his hand. But he lets og of mine when I’m on my feet again. He directs me to the massage-like table. When I look at him I can see what he wants me to do. I lay on top of it, my back exposed. I lay my head in the head area where there’s a hold I can lay my face in.
"Put your wrist next to your head."
I lay them next to my head. On the place of the straps.
My ancles are being strapped in. Aswell are my wrists. Then he walks away. I hear him ruffle through something. When he comes back, he puts a blindfold on me. All I can do now is feel and hear him.
"Trust me. Surrender yourself. You will not regret it," he says with a somewhat strained vocie.
I relax myself as I feel him caress my whole body. When he reaches the spots underneath my bum, I tense up from excitement. It feels so good, it’s unreal. He feels around on my back when I feel a leather little whip trace my ass. Then a soft smack is landed on my bum with the whip. I moan softly, no being able to hold it in any longer.
His breathing deepens. And he smacks me again. And another moan is released. He keeps on playing me like this for a while. The way his breath hitchs when I quietly moan only drives me further.
Suddenly all contact is lost and I’m being released from my straps. And the blindfold. I still close my eyes. My mind is not in this room anymore. It’s somewhere higher than satellites. I can feel him get me off the table, put me on my feet and lead me somewhere new. When I open my eyes, I see that I’m being laid down on the king bed.
I look down to his body, standing next to the bed, and see that he’s completely naked. He looks like a god. No, better than that. His pale skin makes every feature stand out. I’m just lost for words.
It takes a couple of seconds before I find my voice again. “What will you do to me?” I ask.
"I will take complete control over you. And touch you in ways nobody ever will," he says with a smirk.
He goes to the big closet. I can’t see what’s inside. But when he comes back, he holds a piece of silk. He crawls on top of me and takes my wrists. He ties them up and on the headboard. Why would he do that? I wanna touch him even more now.
He starts to kiss down my neck, my collarbones and chest. With his fingers he teases my nipples. This guy works magic with those hands. His groin is pressed against my leg and I can feel how excited he is. He moves on further down my body. With his tongue, he dances around my belly button.
As he goes back up, he rubs himself against my core. He stops when he feels how wet I am.
"I bet you really want this, don’t you Y/N," he breathes heavily.
"I do, Luke," I whimper.
Without another word, he pushes himself inside of me. The feeling of being completely filled, warms me up on the inside. He sets in a steady pace, hitting me deep on the inside. It feels so good, I start to pull at my restraints. I wanna lace my hands through his hair and make him kiss me. His eyes stare into mine and all I can do is moan from pleasure.
"Fuck, baby. You know how to drive me crazy," he groans.
I buck my hips when I start to feel a ball of warmth beginning to grow inside me. His hands immediately hold me down by the hips.
His thrusting becomes deeper. He starts to attack my lips. He breaks to kiss and suck on my neck again, feeling the coolness of his secret lipring. Meanwhile, I’m still pulling at the silk to let me go. I try to wiggle my way out of his grip, but to no use. If only I could hold on to that blond hair.
And there it comes. A tidal wave of pure pleasure flows over me and drowns me in bliss. I moan out his name, echoing in the room. His speed increases.
With a deep groan, he empties himself inside of me while saying: “Yes Y/N. Oh yes.”

It feels a bit sore when he pulls out. He unties me. The last thing I feel is being lifted from the bed in his arms. Then I close my eyes to darkness.

Notes

My sister (@flowerpetal) is writing a new story and I even can't wait to read it. I don't even know what it is besides what what she, it's gonna be a Zayn book!

So look out for it.