Harry Styles
"Are you seriously smoking?" I asked Cleo, raising one eyebrow at her as she lit up her cigarette.
It took her about two minutes to manage to reach out her hand to grab the pack and the lighter from the nightstand, and of course, I didn't help.
I liked to see her struggling like this, she had no idea she was going to struggle much more. She actually hadn't moved from her spot in bed, lying on her stomach and just now propping herself up on her elbows so she could smoke.
It was around three a.m. and neither of us could sleep, for obvious reasons.
I was exhausted and so was she, but the adrenaline was still making my heart race and I was having a very hard time processing what the fuck had happened.
My mind was very full and I wasn't talking much... but the way Cleo was looking at me said it all.
I was sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard, and I had removed the collar and the handcuffs, letting them fall on the floor. I had deep cuts all around my wrists with dry blood on them, plus dark red bruises from all the struggle to get free.
What really sucked is that I dislocated my thumb in the wrong way, because when I tried to put it back I actually felt that I had broken it, and not only moved the bone.
Well, desperate times call for desperate measures... and I really did break my thumb to get out of those damn handcuffs because I couldn't take it anymore. I had to fuck her the way I wanted.
My stomach was still clenching every time I remembered what Cleo did... what I let her do.
Fuck me, I begged.
I actually begged several times and I had tears in my eyes because of the tension and frustration. This was the first fucking time I ever did something like this, I never allowed anyone to have so much power over me.
God, I was so conflicted.
Of course, I enjoyed some parts... especially the collar. I just knew my neck was all bruised because of it and it was a little fun, it made choking more intense.
Speaking of choking, I got carried away with Cleo.
The thin metal chain from the leash that I used to choke her had cut into her skin from how rough I'd been, and she had raw bruises and a few cuts on the sides of her neck. She didn't even bother to clean off the dry blood, she had a stupid smile on her lips.
I didn't know why she was smiling, she was the one who couldn't walk or sit... I made sure I fucked her ass hard enough to leave her like this for days.
That was going to be the first punishment.
The second punish was going to be a challenge for me too, but so fucking worth it. She had no idea what was waiting for her.
"I'd be smoking weed if you had any, I need to relax a bit before my body collapses." She said, inhaling some smoke and keeping her eyes on me. "I'm so tired but so alert. We should be asleep."
"I can't sleep right now." I sighed, looking down at my bruised thumb as I tried to move the bone again, but the pain and the way I couldn't move my finger at all was enough evidence that I truly broke it.
I had gone to the bathroom so I could change the bandage on my shoulder because it started bleeding again from all that happened, but I was too lazy to immobilize my thumb or get some ice. I didn't want to leave Cleo alone, too.
"How's your thumb?" She asked me with a smile and I arched my eyebrows at her. "You're insane... I'm surprised you didn't break the cuffs."
"I tried, in case you didn't see my wrists." I huffed, stretching my arms and folding them behind my head as I looked down at her. "You were expecting me to do something, weren't you?"
"I know you, baby." She smiled before smoking again, and her simple words were enough to send a chill down my spine.
I looked down at her ass where I'd left new imprints of my initials and fresh new bruises from how hard I'd spanked her. I really lost it, I hadn't hurt her like this before but she enjoyed it even more.
"You know me enough to expect payback then, right?" I smiled, slowly raking my eyes up her curves until I met her gaze. "The way I fucked that pretty ass was just a small taste... of what's not to come."
Cleo furrowed her eyebrows in the cutest way, holding her cigarette between her lips as she tied her hair up in a bun, groaning as she moved.
Fuck, I enjoyed seeing her like this a little too much.
She gave in so fucking quickly when she called me daddy, just like I knew she would. Cleo was a submissive, she couldn't magically change that. But I would admit she was a nice dom... fuck, a very nice one.
"You'll see, baby. This punishment won't be the fun kind." I told her with a grin, and her eyes widened when she noticed my tone was serious.
I wasn't going to give her what she wanted... as in I would only kiss her and nothing else. I'd carry on until she couldn't take it anymore, crying for me and begging on her knees. And she was very mistaken if she thought I couldn't deny her. Our little encounter at the hotel back when we hated each other was a great example.
Fucking her tonight was a way to satisfy my urges so I could keep myself in check, and it would help me during this torturous plan. I was motivated enough, though... Cleo really pissed me off and my ego was bruised more than my neck.
Yes, seeing her in charge was very fucking hot and different, but I had my limits. And I knew her limits... but she didn't know that once I was determined, nothing could stop me. Teasing her would be pleasant enough to distract me from sex, especially since I knew it wouldn't take her too long to beg.
She had her time to have fun and feel in control, but that was over. Maybe we could revisit a few things, such as the way she ate my ass. Only Zayn had done it before but in a situation where I was in control and not as good as she did. The way Cleo did it... fuck, I wasn't expecting it.
It was the hottest thing ever, especially when she used her finger. It was nice to know she was open enough to do this, I knew we hadn't talked about it before but I was glad we crossed that line.
But some lines shouldn't be crossed... and the way she forced me to get on my knees and beg before she spat in my mouth was going to be engraved in my brain.
I was too shocked to react at the time, and she actually fucking dared to call me a little whore? Oh, she was fucked. No matter how much reaction it got from me, she'd never know.
"You're just upset I'm a better top than you," Cleo spoke up, putting out her cigarette and turning to look at me. "Threatening me with punishments You know I love them."
"We'll see." I cupped her chin, leaning closer to peck her lips. "You're brave, I'll give you that."
"Baby, you forget who I am." She smiled at me. "Thank you for tonight, though. I needed it."
I leaned my forehead against hers before I took a deep breath, enjoying her proximity and the way her scent was all over the room.
"I know," I whispered. "That was some good as fuck make up sex."
"Shut up." She chuckled, lying back down and a yawn left her lips. "You're lucky I love you."
"I really am." I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Get some rest, baby."
She groaned in response, keeping her eyes closed as I turned on my side, lying down right next to her.
And Cleo actually fell asleep much quicker than I expected, her cute little snores making me smile.
I pushed my damp curls off my forehead and reached for my phone on the nightstand, checking the unopened texts I had there because I was too busy with Cleo.
Zayn had arrived at the hotel and he was alright, he said he'd call in the morning. Ash didn't say anything yet because she probably didn't have time to look into things, but I was quite anxious.
I didn't want this bounty situation to be more of a problem when our plate was already full.
But another text caught my attention.
I know you'll see this when you wake up But we need to talk one way or another You need to know the truth I love you -Anne.
Shit.
A chill went down my spine and I honestly froze, staring at the screen because this was the last thing I expected to read tonight.
I actually had to remind myself that my mother was alive, I nearly forgot for a second and my heart stopped in my chest.
Either way, this was the first time she was directly speaking to me. How fucking dare she get my number and text me? Fucking Amber had to be behind this... well, too bad.
If she thought I wouldn't answer she was mistaken. I'd been planning on talking to her and asking the many questions I deserved knowing the answers to.
I could do this, there was no way she'd control my life anymore. So I replied.
I'm awake. Your truth or the actual one? -H
I pressed send and just stared at my screen, knowing I had to change my number soon just to be safe.
It was very late but I just had to text her back before I lost the courage, the adrenaline was enough to make me act recklessly and I wasn't sure if I regretted it or not.
The whole truth Can I call you? -Anne
No. I'm gonna be in front of the hotel in thirty minutes. -H
I cursed myself right after I replied, having no idea where the fuck I had this brilliant idea of leaving the damn penthouse when I shouldn't.
But there was no way I'd ask her to come here, so the hotel would be neutral ground. I'd stay inside my car and then she'd talk her shit, I'd be back home before Cleo could wake up.
The small detail that it was gonna be at 4 a.m. also made me feel better about this, no one would expect me to be anywhere at that time, not even I expected it.
Cleo would be pissed once I told her, but she couldn't walk and I had to take advantage of this determination inside me before it was too late.
I glanced at her and she was sleeping so damn deeply... I wish I could stay, but the possibility of finding out the truth tonight was driving me insane.
My brain was already a hundred miles per hour when I got up from the bed, walking towards my closet so I could put some clothes on. I put on my boxers and then the first black skinny jeans I found, followed by a simple black jumper. I dressed too quickly and didn't even bother to tame my hair, also ignoring the annoying pain on my thumb.
I grabbed my gun and tucked it in the back of my jeans, glancing at Cleo's naked body one more time before I got ready to leave. I wrote down a small note just in case she woke up sooner than expected and I left it on the nightstand, though.
And I walked out of the room before I could change my mind.