His Desired Slave - A Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter - 4

"Please," Harry sobbed. Louis could not feel bad. No. He would not let that happen. He gripped Harry's curls and pulled him up in an upright position beside him on the bed. Harry winced, the tug on his hair shooting pain through his scalp. He could feel the curly mop of hair in his fist and all Louis wanted to do was, press that green-eyed into the mattress and pound the living shit out of him. He took a long breath, closing his eyes, "please," he heard Harry pleading. "Stop. Just... stop talking for once," Louis gritted out, making Harry shiver. He pulled out his phone, dialling a number on his speed dial. Harry sat there, wiping his nose. His nose always got filled whenever he cried. "Put Niall on phone," Harry heard Louis speaking through the phone. Harry gripped his own knees in tension as Louis waited for Niall to answer. He looked eagerly at Louis as the other side said something. Louis looked at him, "I will put him on speaker. Talk," Harry nodded, inching closer to the phone. "Haz?" Niall whispered, his voice wavering. A loud sob escaped Harry's lips. He grabbed Louis's hand and pulled the phone closer to his lips. "Ni?" Harry sobbed, caressing the phone as if it was Niall. Louis saw the smile spreading on Harry's puffy lips. Something whispered in his head for him to cut the call. Harry was here to suffer, he was here to pay for his father's deed. Louis needed to do something to make him cry. Always. What was he doing? Calling his brother to put Niall on phone? So that, Harry can talk? What was wrong with him? Louis thought. But he could not move his finger to cut the call. Harry smiled at the phone with tears brimming his eyes, "Ni? Are you fine? Is he hurting you? Are you okay?" A dry laugh came from Niall. "Hazza? I should ask you these questions, no? I am the older brother, remember?" Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Are you fine? Did he do something?" Louis could feel Harry's tension. "No, Haz. He did not do something to me. I am fine." No matter what Niall said, Harry could feel Niall's tone wavering. He could feel that Niall was lying. "He tou... touched you? He touched you. Is not it, Ni?" Harry asked, his tone rising. Louis looked at him, narrowing his blue eyes. Niall stayed silent this time. Not answering Harry's questions. Harry glared at Louis, his eyes wild suddenly. "He touched Ni. Your brother touched him. You lied. You said Niall will be alright. I believed you. You bastard," Louis gasped when at the end of Harry's sentence, Harry jumped on him, taking them both down on the floor. The phone tumbled on the floor beside them, someone, Niall or Liam saying something. But Neither Harry nor Louis paid it any attention as they wrestled on the floor. "Jesus, Harry!" Louis swore. "harry! Harry! I am fine" Niall screamed from the phone. "Please, Haz! Don't do something foolish. Please! He can do anything to you, bro. please, baby, don't make him angry," They both heard Niall pleading through the phone. Louis looked at Harry, who was straddling Louis with his hands on Louis' collars. Louis took the phone, "Niall, he is fine." He gritted out and t=cut the call, throwing the phone on the bed. Louis' eyes blazed as he looked up at Harry. Harry could not understand, how that guy looked so much in control of this situation from laying under Harry. Louis held harry's wrists and pushed him on his left side, making him slide down on the floor, between the bed and Louis. Louis sat up, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Harry. "So! A good stunt you pulled there, curly!" He said, his tone mocking but Harry could feel the tension radiating off of his body. Harry cowered away from Louis as much as possible, well, until his back hit the bed. Louis noticed it. Of course, he did. Harry looked down. He never felt this amount of vulnerability in his life before. He never felt so helpless. He did not know, what was going to happen to him. He knew Louis could do anything to him. Harry knew Louis was the ringmaster of his life now. and, that was scary. Definitely, it was.

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Harry flinched when Louis exhaled loudly. He closed his eyes in fear. He expected something physically violent actions from Louis. Nothing happened. When he opened his eyes to look at Louis, Louis just rolled his eyes and stood up. "I don't have time for this nonsense. Come, let me show you, your room." Harry stood up, looking at his feet. Louis started walking as if knowing Harry would follow. Harry wanted to disobey. He wanted to stay there, rooted but decided against it. He could not do that and make Louis angry. Louis had the power to destroy his and his family's lives. So, he could not let that happen. At last, Harry followed.

The hallway took them to the last room of that floor. Harry noticed he would be staying seven rooms away from Louis. Oh! Small victories! Louis pushed open the white door to open a medium sized room. Harry could feel his jaw touching the ground. The room was medium sized for that mansion but for Harry? It was bigger than their hall back in his house. If they divided the room in four, then also it was bigger than Harry's room in his house. Louis turned to look at Harry. Harry glanced at his cerulean blue eyes. Louis signalled at a door with his hand, without breaking their eye contact. "That door opens to a balcony, but, don't plan your escape through it. First, I have hounds to guard this place and I have armed guards. They will not hesitate before killing you." The sly grin looked disturbing to Harry. "That white door? It is a washroom. And that small door? It is a closet for all of your clothes. Oh! Wait!" Louis stopped suddenly, smirking at Harry. He walked near Harry, standing in front of him. That sly grin on his face widening. "You don't have clothes! What would you wear? Princess?" Harry looked away from Louis' burning eyes. Louis leant near Harry's ear, placing his right hand on Harry's neck, pulling him closer. Louis whispered in Harry's ear, his left hand holding harry's waist. "Don't worry, babe. I will buy you clothes. After all, daddy earns enough to satisfy his whore." The word slapped Harry right across the face. his body jerking in shock. Harry took a step back. The dull ache in his chest deepening. He looked at Louis' smirking face. that bastard knew exactly what he said. "I... I am not a whore," Harry mumbled, trying not to cry. It did not hurt. No! it should not hurt! Louis arched his brows, his hands shoved in his jean's pockets as he shrugged, "no? you prefer, "slut", then?" Harry closed his eyes. A slut for my every need? A slut for my satisfaction. Whom, I can fuck anytime I want? My slave? My sex slave?" with every question, Louis took a step forward and Harry walked backwards. They ended up pressed against each other when Harry hit the wall. Louis placed his hand on Harry's member. He could feel the dampness there from earlier. His own member twitching. He thrived the way Harry gasped when Louis squeezed him. "A slut, who will be locked here for me. Who will be ready for me all the time." He could feel Harry's member thickening, Harry looked in agony. Louis smirked. Harry hated Louis' every word mentally. But physically? He could not will away his arousal. Louis squeezed him, earning a gasp from Harry. "I will fuck you on every furniture in this room, babe. I will ruin that innocence of yours. I will make sure to not let anyone clean this room. You know, why? So that it smells like our cum and sweat and sex." Harry shivered at the seductive tone of Louis'. Louis kissed Harry's earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, "would you like that, princess?" Harry gripped Louis' biceps, closing his eyes. Louis' smirk widen, he leant in, to kiss the corner of Harry's mouth. "you would like that, right? You would beg for that." Harry shook his head, when Louis asked him, trying to squirm away from Louis. He opened his eyes, looking at Louis with tears in his eyes. "I... I am sorry from my father's side, Louis. Please, let me go. Please?" Louis freed Harry with a push, knocking Harry's back on the wall behind him. Harry winced. "I will tell Kendall to come and give you some clothes. Go, take a shower and when you are done, come to the office. Ask Kendall, she will show you the way." With that said, Louis turned on his legs and left the room. He slammed the door shut behind him. Not wanting to hear the way that green-eyed boy broke down into feet of a loud sob. "He deserves it," was all Louis said when his heart tightened a bit.

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