“So what do you want to do tonight?” Harry asks me as his hand slides up my thigh, thumb stroking the fabric of my jeans.

I kiss him roughly. “Well, I have an idea… but I’m not sure you’ll go for it.” I bite my lip.

“C’mon, Anna, I’m bored. What is it?” Harry pulls away from me on the bed and sits on his knees, holding my hand.

I sit there for a moment, pondering what his possibly reaction could be. Then I remember that I don’t care. I’m in control here. So I get up on my knees as well and pull Harry in close. “How about you go get Zayn and I’ll go get changed?”

“Changed? What for—“

“—Shh! Don’t question me. Just do it.”

Harry then smiles, understanding what I have in mind. He gets up, obeying my orders.
I slide off the bed and walk over to our pile of luggage, grabbing a black bag with all my goodies in it. I hear Harry exit the hotel room as I begin to pour the contents of the sack on the floor of the bathroom. A multitude of whips, handcuffs, chains and lingerie are laid out in front of me. I tap my finger against my chin, thinking.

“I think I’ll go with this tonight…” I pick up a black patent leather bustier and a black lacey thong. I get undressed slowly and then put the two items on.

I decide to go with the simple riding crop for tonight—don’t want to scare Zayn too much since this will be his first time… experiencing my wrath. But I’m sure he will enjoy it. I gather my other materials and put it back into the bag, tossing it in the corner of the room.
I take a deep breath and I open the door. I find Harry and Zayn lying on the bed, talking about some bullshit. “Hello, boys,” I say in a low, seductive voice.

Zayn immediately turns to look at me and his eyes almost burst from his skull. “Hey… Anna…” he says, speechless.

I step toward the bed, riding crop in hand. “I’m feeling a little bit playful tonight. How about you?” I slip the riding crop between my teeth.

“Uh, sure…” Zayn answers, still not fully understanding what is about to unfold.

I take the riding crop tight in my hand and whip Zayn’s thigh. “Be more definitive!” I shout.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Zayn cries out; his hand abruptly going to where I whipped him.

“Oh, c’mon, Zayn,” I say smoothly, sitting on his lap, one knee on each side of him. “Don’t you want to play?” I then feel a sudden lump in his pants. “Ooh, I see you do.” I wink at him and then stand up. “Undress… NOW!”

Harry and Zayn practically spring off the bed, tearing their clothing articles off, excitement and thrill building in their bones. I simply watch, tapping the riding crop in my hand and feeling empowered.

Once the boys are disrobed, I instruct them to bend over the bed. “I want to hear you scream; I want to make you bleed,” I seethe through gritted teeth. I raise the riding crop high in the air and smack it as hard as can against Harry’s bum. He yelps in pain. “Yes! I want to hear the pain!”

I notice Zayn is watching wearily. I decide to let him in on the fun. “It’s okay, baby,” I whisper in his ear. “I can make you feel better…”

“AGH!” Zayn grunts as the whip strikes his bare behind. But then a sudden smile appears on his face. He grows harder.

I continue to whip my slaves until they beg me to stop. I then demand that they pick me up and put me on the bed. “Come here, Harry,” I command softly, tossing the riding crop across the room.

“Yes, Mistress?” Harry answers, climbing over me.

“Pleasure me,” I hiss.

Harry removes my bustier and smooches my neck, tonguing my skin. His lips travel down to my breasts. He sucks on them harshly and then bites my nipple tenderly, twisting it with his teeth. I let out a pleasurable moan and run my fingers through his soft curls.

I flip us over so that I am on top of Harry. Arching my back, I feel Zayn’s fingers slide my thong down my thighs. He kisses my lower back and then shoves himself into me. I gasp, taken by surprise. Harry cups my cheek in his hand, embracing my lips.

Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure of being taken from behind and then making out with my slave—I mean, boyfriend, I begin to perspire. I call out obscenities and dirty talk as Zayn continues to ram into me. Harry massages my breasts and I grip his member in my right hand, pumping up and down.

“Faster! Oh God, yes!” Harry shouts, throwing his head back. Zayn just continues to grunt, not saying a word.

Mouth gaping open, a pleasurable pressures begins to form on my forehead. My bones feel hollow as I reach climax. I let go of Harry, needing to hold myself up with both arms, but he is able to finish on his own. High-pitched gasps release from my lips and a heat washes over my body.

Zayn begins to slow as he finishes, so I yell out, “Keep going!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Zayn mumbles, embarrassed.

With a few more thrusts, I reach and intense, fiery orgasm. Zayn pulls out and I fall over Harry, snuggling up close to him. I then notice Zayn getting dressed. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to go. Plus, you look awfully comfortable. I should leave you two alone.” Zayn’s face is bright red—shame.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Zayn. What we just did was completely normal and meaningful.”

“Yeah, if you say so,” he says coldly. Zayn bolts out the door, leaving an invisible trail of awkwardness behind.

I sigh deeply.

“What?” Harry asks.

“I’m so stupid!” I plop down on the bed and Harry comes to my side.

“You are not!” Harry puts his arm around me.

“I should have never invited him in to our world. He wasn’t ready.” I shake my head, slapping my hand against my forehead.

“Denial and shame are normal after one’s first time. We were the same way, remember?”
I look at Harry. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I smile halfheartedly, but then turning to look at the door.

Notes

I finally posted! Yay! Sorry about that. I got a job at Panera Bread on the weekends and then I obviously have school. I started this one about a month ago and I just finished it. So, I hope you enjoyed it! I also wrote an essay for AP Language about my journey of fan fiction so the link to that will be below.

Anna's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/pr3gmlz
Title Credit: "Whores" by Jane's Addiction
Essay: http://tinyurl.com/ocoyck7