Louis woke up the morning to the sun coming in from the big window. He let out a whine and rubbed his eyes. He looked over, seeing that he was in Harry's arms. It was perfect. He felt so safe in his arms. He cuddled into him more, resting his head on his chest, breathing in his scent. He felt like Harry's wife, and he felt like Harry was his husband. He hoped he could wake up like this everyday.

Harry woke up a few minutes later to feathery hair tickling the tip of his nose, then he became all too aware of the weight draped across his chest. The previous night came flooding into mind and Harry, still fazed by sleep, smiled lazily and brought his hand up to drape it across Louis' bareback. "Morning," he murmured lowly, voice thick with sleep and raspy. He still wasn't awake enough to really know that they were cuddling, but even if he had been, he didn't know if he would have pushed Louis off. It felt... Nice.

Louis smiled and cuddled further into his chest, wanting to feel as warm as possible. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" Louis asked softly and pressed a small kiss to Harry's cheek. He felt so caring for Harry all of the sudden. He wanted to take care of Harry, he was starting to fall for him.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed at how gentle Louis was being, but he shoved it off, deciding not to pay any attention to it. "Good," he simply answered, followed by a soft yawn. Palming at his eye with his free hand, Harry slowly let his eyes flutter open, momentarily blinded by the light, then he looked at the alarm clock next to their next. It was nearly ten o'clock! He had never slept in this late. He truly must have been exhausted.

Louis looked at him. "Do you want to order some room service? Cuddle a little longer?" Louis asked and looked at Harry. He noticed how Harry's bright green eyes sparkled in the sunlight and how gentle Harry rubbed his eyes. And the way his voice sounded. And how his lips were in the shape of a little pout when he slept, and were still that way when he woke up. He was starting to notice the little things.

Harry shrugged and relaxed back, his head falling back on the cotton pillow. "Order whatever you like," he mumbled, not caring the slightest how late it was. He hasn't had a chance to sit back and relax for a long time, so it felt nice. Shifting in the bed a little, so Louis' chin was no longer digging into his chest, Harry stayed silent, not answering Louis' question about cuddling, but his arm still draped around Louis' waist seemed like a good enough answer.

He didn't notice the longing glances, or how Louis seemed to be studying him, drinking in all his features like this was the only chance he would truly get to. He was content with just relaxing, eyes closed without a worry in his mind. He didn't have any important matters to worry about, and didn't have a meeting scheduled until four.

Louis grinned. "Well I think I want some waffles with fruit on top. And maybe some eggs and bacon. I'm really hungry." Louis giggled. "You sure you don't want anything?" Louis asked with a pout.

Harry sighed and finally opened his eyes, moving up the bed enough so that he was slightly inclined. "If it gets you to shut up, order me pancakes and eggs with a side of bacon," Harry growled. Louis was absolutely annoying in the morning. How did he not comprehend Harry's want to stay in bed and possibly have a nice fuck? Talking wasn't needed, nor wanted.

Louis frowned at Harry's tone of voice. "Sorry." He said and grabbed the phone, calling room service. He ordered what Harry and he wanted. After he was done calling he stayed silent, not wanting to speak and annoy Harry.

Harry stayed silent for a second and regained his composure before he looked at Louis. He was chewing his lip as he ordered, eyes cast down at his lap. When he hung up, he stayed looking down, silent. Harry glanced over his body for a second, taking note of the faint hand prints that were starting to bruise on his hips. "How do you feel?" Harry asked, finally moving his gaze back up to Louis' hidden face.

Louis looked at Harry and bit his lip. "Um, pretty sore but I'm okay. I feel a little sticky since you came inside me. When can I take the plug out daddy?" Louis asked softly and shifted uncomfortably where he sat. It didn't feel good anymore.

Harry blinked a few times, confused. "Oh," he breathed out, just now remembering the plug. Grinning darkly, Harry climbed up onto his knees, the blanket pooling around them, and leaned forward a little so his face was only inches away from Louis'. "Breakfast won't come for another half an hour," Harry began, letting his fingers glide down Louis' arm, the action so gentle, like he was afraid Louis would shatter. "So," he drug out the word, then pounced, trapping Louis beneath him in seconds with the boys arms pinned at his sides.

Louis gasped and looked up at Harry, swallowing hard. He squirmed slightly in his arms, just to see how tight Harry had actually pinned him. When he could barely move a muscle, he realized how pinned he was. His cheeks flushed read and looked down at himself. He had a feeling that this was going to happen a lot now. Them having sex. It's not that he didn't enjoy sex. He just preferred cuddling over sex.

Harry grinned, admiring how brightly Louis' cheeks flared. "I want to test something," Harry whispered, grasping Louis' wrists and moving so his arms were pinned above his head now. "I'm going to see how you react when you have no control; no senses. You will be tied down to the bed, hands and ankles restrained, with a blindfold on. I have yet to decide about the gag, because I admit I enjoy the sounds you make."

Louis nervously looked up at Harry. "R-Right now?" He asked and blushed harder. He was about to say something, but decided against it because he knew it would be considered talking back. He stayed quiet and slowly nodded, almost as if he was giving Harry permission.

Harry eyed Louis, face twisted with confusion. Did he not think right now was a good time? "Is there a problem?" Harry asked, moving to stand on the side of the bed. He hovered at the edge, one foot already in front of the other so he could go into the living room to get the bag, but he hesitated. Of course he could always force Louis, but he wasn't that type of man. He can talk all he want, but that's not who he is, who he vowed never to be.

Louis looked at Harry and watched him curiously. Why wasn't he forcing him? "I uh, it's fine." Louis said and smiled. "I'm okay if you want to do it. I don't know, just seemed a little sudden. Do whatever. I'm fine." Louis said reassuringly. He bit the inside of his cheek as he laid back down.

Harry huffed, eyebrows staying furrowed. Louis seemed to... Relax after Harry stopped what he was doing. Shaking it off, Harry nodded them went into the living room. Tucked safely in the side of his bag was a white box, the contents inside all new toys he purchased just for Louis. He, of course, had a larger selection at home, but he just brought what he thought was necessary.

Such as lube, binding ropes, an eye mask, gag, cock ring and... He apparently even packed a dildo that was curved at the top, made specifically for a male so it could massage the prostate directly. This could be fun. Grinning, Harry walked back into the bedroom, then dumped the contents on the bed. He grabbed the red, silk ropes, black blindfold, and lube, a new idea popping into mind. Complete control over not only Louis, but his orgasm too. He wanted to see how long the boy could last with all of his senses being abused before he became a sobbing wreck.

Louis waited patiently for Harry. His stomach churned and twisted with nervous. He didn't know how this was going to go. His eyes widened when he saw the contents of the box. He swallowed hard, seeing all the things. He couldn't help but get slightly aroused at the sight. He never saw any of those things before, and it intrigued him.

After making Louis lay down in the middle of the bed, Harry tied his arms together, making sure the rope was loose enough not to cut off circulation, then tied them to the headboard and did the same to his feet. "Lift your head up," Harry commanded gently, quickly slipping the blindfold in place before he walked into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. He wanted to clean Louis up a little before doing anything else. Well, Louis' hole to be more precise. He didn't want his cum getting them sticky.

Louis didn't like this very much. Being tied up was okay. But not being able to see was something he did not like whatsoever. He gasped when the washcloth touched him bum as Harry began to clean him. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen.

Harry cleaned around Louis bum, then gently tugged the butt plug out, making Louis squirm at the sudden feeling of being empty. Harry grinned and hummed, quickly cleaning Louis as best as he could before he grabbed the dildo and lubed it up. "Arch your hips up," Harry said, grasping the side of Louis' hip which earned him a gasp.

Louis whined and lifted his hips up, chewing on his lip. "What are you going to do to me daddy?" Louis asked nervously. It was obvious how nervous he was. Yesterday he just had lost his virginity and now here he was, doing some dirtier stuff. He was nervous.

Harry ignored Louis for a second and, in favor of doing so, traced a lubed finger around his stretched hole. "I'm going to bring you to the brink of an orgasm, then keep you there for as long as I please," Harry said, leaning forward to nip at Louis' sharp hip bone. He wanted Louis to focus on that, and when he knew he was, he shoved the dildo in and leaned back, watching as numerous emotions flittered across Louis face; shock, pain, uncomfortableness, then his mouth fell open and pure pleasure formed on his delicate features.

Louis whined. "B-But I've never really held in an orgasm before. I'm not very good at keeping i-" Louis cried out as the dildo was slid inside him. "Ah ah ah.. Daddy.." Louis whined. He then let out a moan, squirming slightly. "Mm.. Daddy.."

Harry grinned. Louis honestly had no idea about sex, did he? Or that Harry could prolong his orgasm. "I have a cock ring here," Harry said, picking up the metal ring. He unfastened it, then leaned over the bed to put it around Louis, making sure the vibrating metal bullet was wrapped around his scrotum tight enough it would delay his orgasm. "What it does, is applies pressure on your perineum, which stops semen from entering your urethra and it delays your orgasm. Therefore, keeping you erect and you will be on the brink of an orgasm, but won't be aloud to release until I take it off," he said, fastening the ring and making sure it was secure before he flicked it on, keeping it on a low level. The room was filled with a low buzzing noise, the sound mixing with Louis' quiet moans.

Louis gasped and whimpered softly in pleasure. "But I'm a good boy. This seems like a punishment. Was I bad? I'm sorry if I was bad." He said, already feeling himself grow harder. He hated that he got turned on so easily. It was like Harry's hands, everything he did. Everything he touched felt so much better than he could ever imagine.

Harry flicked on the dildo moments later, then moved it around until Louis arched and scream, meaning it was pressed against his prostate. Grinning, Harry moved to the side of the bed and climbed up on it, kneeling next to Louis' chest. "You are a good boy," Harry whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on Louis' forehead just to reassure him that this wasn't a punishment. "Prolonging an orgasm makes the release stronger. It will be intense, and I want to see how you react to being restrained and always teetering on the edge, but never getting a release."

He left out the fact that he was a control freak and simply loved the idea of controlling Louis completely. He already controlled his life; what he ate, who he spoke to, when he went to bed, what he wore. Now he could control when Louis released, and it felt amazing.

Louis moaned loudly, squirming. The bundle of nerves that Harry hit were just so much for him. He couldn't believe how something could make him feel so good. "Okay daddy. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't doing anything bad. Always want to be a good boy for you. Like doing things that you ask me or want me to." Louis said.

Harry smiled, feeling like a proud 'Daddy'. It was a sickening smile, his lips curled up and his teeth barely visible through the crack. "I ask you to be quiet, yet you never listen," Harry said, lips puckered off to the side as he trailed a hand down Louis' chest. His skin was a pretty pale color, his nipples a stark contrast.

Louis gasped. "I'm sorry daddy. I just really like talking. I don't know- I'm sorry." He said quickly and bit his lip. He gasped as Harry trailed his hand down his chest. "Daddy may I ask a question?"

Harry pulled at Louis' nipple and hummed, rubbing the small bud between his fingers. "Go ahead," he said, watching, and feeling, as his nipple grew. He suddenly squeezed it, knowing it would be painful, but also pleasurable. It would have two different types of feelings attacking Louis' nervous system, and when combined right, pleasure always won.

Louis whimpered loudly at the feeling of his nipple being pinched and rubbed. He didn't know that his nipples were so sensitive. Louis whined and swallowed hard. "Do you think I'm going to get pregnant from what we did last night? Or is it gonna take a few tries?"

"It entirely depends. Were you tested for how high your levels were?" Harry asked him, now suddenly curious himself. He's never really met anybody who has gotten pregnant their first time, but he knew it could happen. It entirely depended on the partner's levels. Harry's sperm count was high, remarkably so for a man with his level of stress, so he didn't need to worry about himself. Now that it was brought to his attention, he really should have asked Louis if he had been tested the first day they met, or requested the results when he had the std ones. He knew damn well Louis was clean, he just had to be certain.

"I got tested right on my birthday. My levels are pretty high." Louis said biting his lip. "The doctor said it's one of the highest he's seen for a male especially." Louis said his cheeks turning pink. "So I'm guessing that means there's a pretty good chance?" Louis asked him chewing on his lip.

Harry blinked a few times, surprised. His fingers stop pulling and twisting the small bud, and he instead looked up at Louis' half concealed face. It was uncommon for a male to have normal levels, let alone high levels. A malexmale couple were lucky if they had a child after a few years of trying. But with this new information, Harry knew Louis might damn well be pregnant. Swallowing thickly, Harry cleared his throat and switched to the other nipple, deciding it too needed some attention. "It's a possibility," Harry agreed with a small nod.

"When we get home, I'll set up a doctor's appointment for you two weeks from the day we return. I just want to be certain that if you are pregnant, we are following the necessary health plan for young, pregnant males," the entire time he spoke, Harry pulled and twisted Louis' nipple, pinching it every few seconds. He wanted to be cautious, even if that means being overprotective. A child is something he has always wanted and he's not going to risk losing it because he was careless.

Louis whimpered loudly and arched his back at the feeling. "Oh daddy.." He moaned and bit his lip. He couldn't see the expression on Harry's face when he said that, and he was kind of glad he couldn't. He liked talking like this while they were having sex. He loved talking to Harry. No matter what it was about or what they were doing. He was completely in love with how Harry spoke. But since he had the blindfold on, he couldn't see Harry's gestures and movements. "I've never met a pregnant male. No one ever told me how it works." Louis said shyly.

All blood flow shifted in Harry's body and began to pump blood in the area he didn't want to grow hard yet when Louis moaned that god forsaken word. He groaned and bit his lip, shifting on the bed a little when his pants began to grow tight. "A male can get pregnant the same as a female, only a different hole," Harry said, having a hard time concentrating when Louis was rolling his damn hips like that. "When it comes time for him to give birth, they will perform a c-section."

Harry has met plenty of pregnant males in his time. He's even had male employees get pregnant, which he would later fire for their sake.They had the choice get an abortion and continue working as a prostitute, or they could quit themselves. Half of his employees would choose abortion, and he knew that, so he fired them. He didn't want a child's life hanging over him. They could choose what they wanted to do when they were no longer working for him, but he refused to employ someone who would choose work over a child.

It might seem like a stupid, unnecessary decision to others, or that Harry was simply letting his emotions for children get in the way of his work, but he didn't care. People have told him his employees could always put the baby up for adoption after they gave birth, but he knew half of them would rather get rid of the thing, rather than becoming swollen and fat for something they didn't plan on keeping. So Harry has stuck with his rule; you get pregnant, you are gone. It's as simple as that.

Louise nodded and moaned, leaning his head back against the headboard. He continued to roll his hips, knowing Harry liked it because he way his voice changed slightly. "Well I knew that part about the pregnancy. But how come the baby has to come out c-section?" Louis asked curiously.

Harry snorted and placed a hand over Louis' hips to still his movements. He was supposed to be the tease, not the other way around. "The damage a baby will cause coming out anally will be irreparable. Once your anus is stretched far enough, their is no going back to the way it used to be. The muscles will become weak, and a person will shat themselves constantly," Harry said, grimacing at the vivid picture his own mind painted. There has only ever been one male to give birth anally, and he was never the same. It might have been from shoving a watermelon sized human being out of such a sensitive hole, or because he was forced to wear adult diapers. It was never really determined, but it was honestly such a sad thing.

Louis made a face. "Gross. Sounds really painful too. You'd think because we can get pregnant a male body that can carry a baby would adapt somehow, or change." Louis shrugged. "It would be cool to, but obviously I can't."

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "You have no idea," he said, glancing down at his lap. This conversation has succeeded at doing one thing; making him soft. Harry ignored the rest of what Louis said, knowing it would end in some pity me sob fest because he can't have a baby naturally, and moved to grab Louis' cock. It was fully erect now, precum leaking from his tip. Harry had not even the slightest idea how Louis was able to stay so calm and collected when he had a vibrating ring wrapped around his cock, and a vibrating dildo pressed against his prostate. It truly amazed him.

Since Harry had stopped talking to him, he wasn't distracted anymore. He was easily distracted by things. He began to whimper and moan, arching his back at the feeling. "Mm.. Daddy.." He whined and squirmed. He ground his hips down, trying to fuck himself with the Dickson.

Harry grinned. This was what he wanted. He spread Louis' precum around, then started to pump him, stopping when Louis' body began to shake. He was close. Harry spread his body across Louis' and nosed up the length of his neck, then kissed his lips just as there was a knock on the door. There wasn't even a second to react before the door was opened and a young man walked in, pushing a cart with a white tablecloth draped over it. "What the fuck," Harry growled, spinning around to come face to face with the man.

Louis cried out and arched his back. "Daddy I'm close." He whimpered. He heard the door open, but he wasn't sure what was happening. The boy looked at Harry and swallowed hard at the sight he was seeing. "Y-You ordered room service. I'm just here to bring it up. The man who ordered said I didn't have to knock." The young man said and stared at Harry. He was terrified. He knew who Harry was, and knew what he was capable of.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Harry requested privacy when he made reservations, so he expected nothing but. His wife was fucking nude right now, on the brink of a fucking orgasm! "Do you not enjoy your job?" Harry asked, practically seething as he stood up from his bed and approached the pale man. "Because I will have you fired, buried, and, completely forgotten before you can come up with some other poor excuse to cover your ass," he made a mental note to punish Louis later, and make sure it was anything but pleasurable.

"I do not care what my wife said," Harry said, taking a step forward. His eyes were darkening now, pupils blown so large the green was just a barely visible ring. "I expect the privacy I requested, and paid so very handsomely for," he was inches away from the kid now, anger and power radiating off of him much like fear was off the kid. "I suggest you leave before I stay true to my word and make you disappear," he said, poking him in the chest. Anybody who knew Harry, knew that he wasn't bluffing. He has made many people disappear, or simply made their lives living hells. He was a dangerous man, one who you didn't want to piss off.

The young man nodded. "I love my job sir. I'm really sorry." He said and swallowed hard, feeling as if he might cry. The young man left quickly. Louis listened to the conversation, immediately beginning to sweat. He didn't like the sound of it. He knew Harry was angry, the angriest he had ever seen him. He knew it wasn't going to be good for him, which made him feel even worse, his stomach getting more butterflies. Louis swallowed thickly and sighed shakily. "I'm really sorry daddy. I didn't know we were going to be doing this when they would deliver the food."

"Be quiet," Harry growled, still staring at the closed to. He didn't have time to listen to Louis, nor did he care to. He stalked across the room and grabbed his phone. Within five minutes, the kid was fired. Now having some sort of calmness sweep over him knowing the filthy perv would no longer work here, Harry turned to face Louis. The boy had been whimpering and moaning the entire time Harry had been on the phone, continuously calling out to his daddy and begging to finally be able to cum. Harry stripped from his clothes, then climbed up the bed, his cock bobbing. Louis had somehow, even in his angered state, managed to arouse him. "You will not say another word, you will not moan, and you will not make one noise. You do, and I swear to god you will regret it," Harry said, voice low and making his threat that much darker.

Louis couldn't help but be needy. The feeling of the dildo and the cock ring were really getting to him. His cock was so hard, precum dripping a great deal from the head. Once Harry spoke to him, he went so silent you could hear a pin drop from across the room. He nodded his head, staying as quiet as possible. He did not want to be punished. Harry was already angry, and to be punished while Harry was angry didn't seem like a good idea at all.

Harry reached across the bed and grabbed the lube, quickly squirting some in his hand before he spread it along his shaft. He was not at all gentle when he pushed Louis' legs apart and ripped out the dildo, throwing it across the room. He heard it hit against something, then the vibrating from it silenced. Harry kept the cock ring on, feeling like Louis needed to hold out longer as a more mild punishment, and once again being more harsh than necessary, he lifted Louis' hips up and thrust into his hole without warning. His body tensed, his blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh above Louis' ass. He hadn't expected Louis to be so tight, nor did he expect to not only feel the vibration from the cock ring, but to also feel Louis' walls quivering around his cock. Louis truly had been close, and from the sounds of it, about ready to pass out from the pleasure that licked at his nerves, but didn't fully sear.

Louis couldn't be quiet as Harry manhandled him like he did. Louis let out a loud cry as the dildo was no longer inside him, instantly feeling empty. He continued to whimper softly as Harry spread his legs. He tugged on the restraints as Harry thrusted into him. Even though he couldn't see, his eyes were rolling into the back of his head from the immense amount of pleasure that was occurring. He let out soft little moans and whimpers as Harry fucked him. But the feeling in his cock was so much. It hurt he was so hard. His whimpers got louder from the pain slowly beginning to take over the pleasure.

Harry thrust into Louis harshly, his pace fast and shallow. He didn't bother slowing down nor did he bother being gentle. Louis had made him mad, and for the next few days, he would be walking around with the reminder not to piss Harry off again. The older man still, of course, had more colorful punishments in mind, but for now, this would have to do. Harry slapped Louis' ass hard with each small noise he made, reminding him over and over again to shut up.

Louis cried out at the roughness of Harry's actions. "Daddy! Ow!" He cried and squirmed more under Harry's grip. He did not like this at all. "I'm sorry daddy!" Louis whimpered, a hard slap on the ass in response to what he said. He whimpered, tears forming in his eyes. He continued to squirm, he couldn't help it.

"Do you not understand you were a bad boy today?" Harry asked, breathing heavily through his nose. Sweat glistened his skin, and the sound of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room, followed by the headboard slamming against the wall. The once visible ring of green was no longer visible in his eyes, his pupils blown to the point that his eyes were black, darkening with every thrust. "Bad boys don't get nice Daddy. They don't deserve to be treated right," Harry slapped his ass once again, then clumsily unfastened the cock ring when he felt his own orgasm nearing.

Louis began crying. "I didn't know we were going to be doing this! I thought we were just going to be laying in bed. So we didn't have to get up to answer the door when he came in. I'm sorry!" Louis cried and squirmed. He just wanted to cum and have this be over with.

"That is why you ask!" Harry shouted, becoming visibly angrier with every single word, though Louis couldn't see him. "I enjoy my privacy, and if you can not respect that, then I will not hesitate to punish you." Harry said, angling his hips so every word was enunciated with a direct hit to Louis' prostate. "You think this is bad? My darling, this is only the beginning of what I can do," Harry growled, knowing damn well how scary and cruel he sounded, and how Louis' view on him will surely change. But he didn't care. He needed Louis to understand he couldn't allow just anybody into their room. Harry, although he was respected by many, had also made plenty of enemies. People have tried killing him, and who's to say they won't come to their hotel room to try and do a job no other could do? With a wife as stupid as Louis, the job would be a walk in the park.

Louis cried harder and squirmed more. He didn't find this pleasurable at all anymore. He was scared of Harry now. His tears soaked through the blindfold, rolling down his cheeks. The blindfold had wet marks from his tears. Because he was scared, he really wasn't turned on anymore. His cock was still pretty hard, but it wasn't as red and angry, begging to cum like it was just minutes before. He wished Harry would just stop and leave him alone, but it was obvious that wasn't going to happen.

Harry noticed Louis' sudden disinterest, and he couldn't have that, so he wrapped a hand around Louis' cock and with a few tugs, Louis was cumming, voice cracking and hoarse as he scream at the top of his lungs. Harry had no idea that Louis didn't want to come, or that he himself was becoming the man he swore never to be right now. He simply thought Louis was upset over learning about the fact that he was a bad boy. So, with these facts unknown to Harry, he followed after Louis seconds later. He was thankful Louis had the blindfold on, because he didn't bother to cover his face, nor did he try to muffle the low moan he emitted. Pulling out as soon as his orgasm subsided, Harry rolled onto the opposite side of the bed, his chest rising and falling quickly. He was panting loudly, not fully sedated from his orgasm because it was quick; harsh. He prefers to take his time, to get a slow build, then release.

Louis let out a scream, his voice cracking and rough from crying. He came on his chest, more tears rolling down his cheeks. This whole thing started out okay, but now, in the end he felt violated and gross. He continued to cry, not caring if Harry thought he was a baby or not. He tugged on the restraints and whimpered. "C-Can you please untie me?" Louis asked, his voice hoarse and shaky. He sounded so scared and so small.

Harry rolled onto his side and stared up at Louis, head propped on his arm. He hummed, but didn't say anything as he stood up and quickly untied his ankles, then his arms. He admitted that it didn't sit right with him to ignore Louis when he was clearly uncomfortable and distressed, but he needed to. He had to let him learn his lesson. He had to seem unfazed, or Louis would think Harry regretted it and would never do it again. Which Harry would, if pissed enough.

Clenching his fists at his side, Harry pulled on his boxers and, just as he was walking out of the room, turned to face Louis at the last second. Louis was sat up now with the blindfold still in place and his knees drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. "I am a monster. It is best you learn that now than later. I highly advise you keep this memory fresh in your mind, and never forget who I am," Harry said, biting back the sentence 'when you think I care, remember back on this day,' because he did care. Just not in the way a husband was supposed to care for his wife.

Louis sighed in relief as Harry untied him. He wiggles his wrists and ankles, loving the feeling of having them free. He whimpered, backing up a bit when he felt Harry so close to him. He couldn't believe he was starting to fall for Harry, because after this, there was no way in hell he was ever going to love such a disgusting man. He knew that there were expectations when it came to being in the mafia and being a husband in general. It would make sense for Harry to treat him like dirt when people were around. But no one was looking. This was who Harry was. And he didn't like that one bit. "Yes sir." Louis said weakly after Harry was finished talking.

Harry hated how hollow his gut felt when he nodded and left the room. But this, the strain he had just put on their marriage, would put distance between them that would, in the end, protect Louis and keep him from getting hurt. Harry was a monster, just not the kind he led Louis to believe he was. And even though he didn't like having the boy's view of him tainted, he knew it was for the best.

Louis slowly took off the blindfold, squinting at how bright it was. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he slowly got up, going over to the cart the young man had brought in. He sat down and slowly began eating his breakfast, staying as quiet as possible. Tears continued to fall. He couldn't stop crying. He wanted to leave and go back home.

This wasn't the life he wanted. He would have rather been chosen for a different position. Harry Styles was not the man he thought he would be. He terrified Louis, and said things that hurt him, but in the same breath, he was praising Louis, making him feel like a princess one moment, and a pile of dirt the next. The young boy didn't know if he could take it anymore.