His Slave

Chapter 12

That night at dinner all of us were sat at the table – Harry one side of me and Michael the other – I felt at home. Harry did limit what I ate – which was really annoying because I could quite easily eat circles round him and still keep in shape especially since I haven't eaten since I got here 2 days ago. Once I'd finished my portion of roast chicken I was eyeing up Harry's. He threw a side glance at me and I smiled innocently, making him chuckle and shake his head. I pouted at him but he just shook his head again and laughed.

At the end of the meal he took my hand and led me into the living room, sitting down before pulling me onto his lap facing him.

"We need to talk about this dance competition of yours." He said, brushing his thumb over my cheek. I nodded and leaned slightly into his touch before I checked myself and stopped, not brushing him off but not accepting his gesture either.

"I agree that you should join you dance troop for the world finals." I perked up at this, looking him in the eye and batting my eyelashes. "But you're going to have to work for it." I feverishly nodded.

"I'll work really hard. I'll train all the time and –"

"That's not what I meant." He interrupted, silencing me. "You have to work harder to accept your new life. You have to work on following orders, showing respect and giving me what I want."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I had an inkling but I needed him to confirm it.

"Why do you think I brought you here?" he asked. "Be absolutely honest, I won't get angry. I promise." He took both my hands in his and rubbed gentle circles into the backs of them.

"Cause you're a douche." I replied, unflinching. I felt his hands tighten round mine but otherwise he didn't react.

"You're right to a certain extent." He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand. "Michael told me and the boys to try and kidnap you. Just try and then tell you who I was and what my intention was. But as soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you because otherwise someone else would have you. I couldn't let anyone else have you."

His hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt my resolve melting before I caught myself again. What is this guy doing to me? Nobody has ever managed to make my walls crumble before. Never. And I've only been with Harry for 2 days. Most of those he's been shouting at me or 'punishing' me. How is he doing this?

"But no that's not the total reason of my bringing you here. I brought you here to service me in any way I want. Meaning it could be anything from washing the dishes to being my submissive for the night at the local club to putting on a show. Simple as." He bluntly explained this to me, watching as my face turned to one of horror.

"But I don't want this." I whispered, tears beginning to gather in my eyes.

"Shhhhh. Come here. Its ok baby girl. Don't cry. I can't stand crying." He whispered into my ear as he pulled me into his chest. I blinked my tears away and sniffed before pulling away from him. "But the truth is that you don't have much choice." He looked at me before continuing.

"To prepare you for the world finals you will train an hour a day for dance or gym or whatever you need in that aspect and you will also do an hour of combat hand-to-hand training. On Saturdays you must do two hours of each before you are allowed your free time."

"Why do I have to have combat training?" I asked. "I can already beat your ass if I want to." I smirked at him and giggled at his jokingly shocked face. Hold up. I giggled. This guy was getting to me and I really didn't like it.