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"...I just need time to think, I need time to myself." I say into the phone. Luke had been trying to get me to come over to his place since the call began, but in all honesty, I did not want to go home.

"Beau, this is ridiculous. Why can't you just tell me where you are? I want to know if you're okay and if you are, why can't we talk?"

Because I'm at my ex-boyfriends house, you know, your boss? Yeah and he just went down on me.

"Luke, I just need to be alone right now, okay? I'll call you later." I hang up the phone before he even gets the chance to speak again. I let out a breath of air and look at myself in the mirror. I'm just glad I didn't wear that much makeup, the lipgloss was no longer there but I had remnants of mascara.

I look under the sink to find the brand new pack of makeup wipes I had left here long ago. After I remove my mascara, I get out of the bathroom to see Harry coming out of the bedroom, shirtless and in sweats with a pillow on his arm.

"Is everything alright?" He asks, dragging my attention away from his tattoos. I run a hand through my hair.

"Well you know, just my boyfriend wondering where I ran off to." I say and Harry chuckles as he walks towards the couch, pillow in hand. "What are you doing?"

He looks up at me as if it wasn't obvious that he was going to sleep on the couch. "I'm going to bed, why?" At this, I look away. I mean, it wasn't like he didn't have another bed in the playroom. Or his bed in his bedroom.

"I thought maybe you'd sleep in the room..." I trail off.

"With you?"

"Preferably." I shrug. "Or I could go sleep in the playroom so you can have your bed?" Harry looks at me in thought.

"You want to go in there?" He placed his hands loosely on his hips, an eyebrow raised. "Right now?" I bite my lip and shrug. "You're horny, baby?" He smirks.

"Harry!" I whine and he laughs.

"Okay, okay." Just as he was about to come close, I stop him.

"Bring that bottle of whisky with you, though." I suggest and he chuckles but obeys. He unlocks the door and allows me in first, once again the room was the coldest from the whole apartment, I shivered and instantly felt my nipples grow hard. "One more thing," I say and turn to face him. "No phones."

I put mine in silence and so does he before he leaves them out of the room. I wanted no distractions, I wanted it to just be us two in here. We both walk to the bed, the same cold satin sheets make me shiver when they touch my skin.

I reach up to Harry, bringing him down by his neck to me. Our lips connect hungrily and his tongue immediately meets with mine, soft and warm. As his hands roam my body, I push him down on the bed. He is taken aback but I soon straddle him. I take the bottle of whisky and reach it to my lips, swallow and then take more in my mouth.

This time, I reach down to Harry. As if he already knows what to do, he opens his mouth and I drop the drink in. He swallows and harshly grabs my face and slips his tongue in my mouth. We swallow each other's moans as I feel his dick harden underneath me.

"You make me so fucking hard," Harry mumbles against my lips. His hand reaches down to my pussy. My panties were gone from the living room so he had easy access and he took advantage of that as he slipped his fingers inside me. I gasp.

"Shit." I felt his long fingers curl in the right spot.

"Look how fucking wet I make you." Harry coos, kissing my cheek. "So fucking wet." Eventually, he's stops his assault and I get off him, he remains in bed and watches as I remove my dress, leaving me in absolutely nothing.

I then drop to my knees in front of him and remove his sweats in a quick motion, his dick veiny and huge. His head was throbbing and swollen. I start from his shaft and lick up to the sensitive part of his dick, feeling it twitch and Harry to groan.

As I take him in my mouth, I watch as he fists the bedsheets, clearly enjoying my mouth. I swirl my tongue around him. The alcohol acted as a good numbing agent for my throat because I could now take him in my mouth fully. This seemed to surprise Harry as he looked down to me.

We kept eye contact as I sucked him off, his eyes half open rolled to the back of his head as he fell back onto the bed to enjoy this. His moans and grunts made me even wetter that I could feel it running down my thighs.

"Do me a favor," Harry says once I stop. "Open that top drawer." I listen and go to it, there were chains and I knew exactly what they were.

Nipple clamps.

My stomach erupted in butterflies as I reached for the cold chain. When I walk back to the bed, Harry is now sitting up. He takes them from me and brings me closer. He wraps his mouth around my nipples and licks them all over before he's putting the clamps on. "Tell me when to stop." He says and begins to make them tighter.

It wasn't painful at all, if anything the lack of circulation made it feel so much better. "Stop." I say once it was too much.

He did the same to the other and laid back down. "Ride me." He says and I oblige as I climb on top.

We both gasp as I slide down on him, Harry's hand goes to my waist as he guides me up and down. His free hand reaches for the chain, pulling on it making me jump at the sensation. "Do that again." I moan as I roll my hips. We were both a moaning mess and he tugs on the chain some more, I throw my head back.

Harry sits up and wraps his arm against my waist, still pulling on the chain. He thrusted into me hard while his mouth licked me all over. This continued for a while before he's standing up, still holding tightly onto me. My back hits the wall and I tighten my legs around his waist as he savagely thrusts into me with no mercy.

"Can he fuck you like I can?" He moans in my ear. "Is he any better than me?" When I don't answer, he harshly tugs on the chain making me scream, my nails dig into his back. "Only I can make you this fucking wet," he thrusts into me harshly, earning more loud moans and screams from me. "Only I can make you scream as I fuck you this hard," his words were so dirty. "Only I can make you feel this fucking good, baby. No one else can make you cum like I can, you got that?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" I gasp as he keeps hitting my g-spot over and over again.

"You're mine!" He groans as his thrusts, still fast and deep become sloppy. "Say it." Harry seethes.

I nod as I was so close to my high. "Yours, only yours," I moan. His mouth goes over mine and three trusts later, we were both cumming on each other.

Harry looks up at me, his eyes glossy with lust. "I fucking love you." He breathes out.

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I woke up the next day, legs sore and with a slight headache. When I looked around, Harry and I were still in the playroom and he was dead asleep next to me on his side. I notice he was never much of a cuddler, but I guess I can't blame him.

I hear the sound of the doorbell ring and I quietly get out of bed, quiet enough not to wake Harry up. I open a closet and take out one of Harry's white button up shirts that he had stashed in here for me when we used to frequent this room.

I close the door behind me and pick up my phone that had many missed calls from none other than Luke and my sister. When the doorbell rings again, I go to it and make sure I'm somewhat presentable for whoever it is that's there.

When I open the door, Luke stands there and I am taken aback. "Luke?" His eyebrows furrow as he sees what I'm wearing. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He was angry and looked like he could foam at the mouth. I can always say this is a friends and hope that Harry doesn't come out. "Why are you wearing that?"

Just as I'm about to answer, Harry speaks. "Can we help you?" I turn to him in disbelief. He was shirtless and in last nights sweats. He had my scratch marks on his chest, arms and back. He walks closer.

When I turn to Luke, he looks like he could kill someone, maybe me, maybe Harry. And honestly, it'd be hard to tell who would win between them. They were both the same built, same height, probably same weight.

This is what's more important?

"What the fuck is going on, Beau?" Luke growls.

"I'd say it's pretty obvious," Harry remarks and I have to turn to him and glare.

"Can you please give us a second?" I say to Harry but he stands his ground, he looked angry too.

"Are you fucking him?" Luke asks.

"Look—"

"You are, aren't you?" Luke interrupts me. "I should've known," I look at him. "The way you would flirt with everyone when we first met. Always had those fuck me eyes in meetings."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I defend myself.

"About how much of a fucking slut you are!" At this, Harry steps closer but I stop him. "You want to fight me over her? She'll probably do the same thing to you, that's what whores do."

"Shut the fuck up!" I push him back and without warning, Luke's hand goes up and slaps me in a quick motion making me fall to the floor.

After this, all I saw was Harry lunge towards Luke. I tasted metal in my mouth and I was sure I was bleeding. I forced myself to my senses to see Harry savagely beating Luke. There was blood all over his fists and Luke's face.

"Harry!" I shout at him. "Stop!" I go to him and pull him off, Luke coughs and spits out blood on the floor and groans.

"Get the fuck out of here before I kill you!" Harry threatens, I was sure he was seeing red and quite honestly I was feeling a little scared of him right now. Soon, security reaches our level and Harry tells them to have him removed.

He was shaking in anger as he closed the door harshly behind us.