Black Lace
Chapter 7
WARNING: Highly graphic smut scene. Read at own risk. If you find sexual scenes offensive or are under the age of 18, then please back out now.
Alana for the first time in her life felt knocked out of her breath as she stared at Louis with the widest eyes. She shook her head in denial, hoping Evan wouldn't go to the extent of stooping so low.
"You're lying!" Alana declared but knew she was kidding herself from the self-assured look Louis was giving her.
"Why would I?"
"Cause you want me begging in the streets!" Alana turned red even as she said this, knowing full well that she was in denial.
"Now, that is absolutely a stupid thing to say!"
"Is it?"
"Yes! I don't want you in the streets. I want you begging in my bed, love!"
Alana gasped at his salacious words, averted her eyes from Louis' gaze and laid her cold hand against her warm cheeks to stop it from turning maroon.
"Well, I would've wanted it but I don't sleep around with engaged women. You see, babe, I hate cheating and cheaters of all form and shape."
Alana opened and closed her mouth like a fish at his presumptions about her character and needed to clarify before he condemned worse things on her.
"For your information, I am and never have been a cheat!"
"Really? What was the other night then?"
"It was sex! Consented mutually by two single adults! Evan wasn't and still isn't in the picture!"
Alana blushed as she watched the waiter tactfully serve the food in the silence that followed. She had lost all appetite by now and felt dizzy with all the information and emotion working together. Only after the waiter had left did Louis speak up.
"So he wasn't in the scene when we slept together?"
"No!"
"And he still isn't?"
"Of course not!"
"Because?" Louis raised an eye brow and it was the last straw for Alana.
"Because it's none of your business!"
"Actually it is, love, considering it's not here in my document." Louis informed, pointing towards the huge brown envelope.
"What is that?"
"It's a background check on you."
Alana's jaw dropped as she eyed the brown envelope in disbelief. "You ran a background check on me?"
"Of course, I did. It says here that you are still happily engaged with an Evan Abbott." Louis observed the papers before having it snatched away from his hand and torn into pieces.
"That. Is. Because. That. Stupid. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Is. In Denial." Alana let out every word through gritted teeth as she tore each detail of her life into bits, her eyes becoming a blur as she tore the final piece. "And it looks like it's the same for you. So, I'll tell you what Louis Tomlinson, I'm done dealing with both of you!"
Louis watched Alana exclaim all of this calmly and saw her wipe off a stray tear as she fumbled for something in her purse. He didn't speak as he watched her take out what looked like money and slap it down on the table.
"What do you think you're doing?" Louis asked quirking an eye brow as a frown formed on his forehead.
"Paying for my food!" Alana replied as she collected her files without looking up. Louis felt his anger rise at this insulting gesture.
"If you are trying to insult me by paying then I have to tell you, love, you've succeeded. But I should let you know that the money you gave doesn't cover the cost any way. This is an internationally well-known hotel, babe, and not some random cafe across the street."
Alana's face flushed and she rummaged through her bag for more money but her heart sank when she found enough money for her transport back home. She took them out anyway and decided that she would just have to walk back home.
"I'll pay the rest later. I promise." She laid down the notes and was about to move her hand, but Louis grabbed it before she could.
"Calm down, babe. Just listen to me before you make a rash decision." His thumb was circling her wrist now, making her heart race from the contact.
Alana licked her dry lips and Louis' eye followed the small movement, feeling satisfied for getting to her finally. Louis shifted his chair nearer to hers as he softly spoke to her.
"It looks to me like your shop is going downhill considering you did not get a loan sanctioned from the bank?"
Alana nodded her head, her concentration waning as Louis continued tracing circles against her wrist.
"And now your ex is trying to sell it off to pay the dues?"
"Not exactly." Alana gulped, trying to think of a way to explain her problems to him. She decided that she wouldn't tell him; she didn't need his sympathy. "It's complicated."
"Okay. But you do realize that you owe me a lot of money as well?"
Alana pulled her hand away from him and covered her face up with her palm in frustration. She nodded her head to let him know that she knew.
"Have you considered my offer?" Louis' voice was soft; almost a whisper. Alana looked up this time as she addressed him.
"Louis, I can't. It's wrong."
"How is it wrong? I personally think, we're great in bed together."
Alana turned pink at the reminder and knew that they were not just great, they were perfect in bed together.
"It's no less than prostitution. Sex to pay off money? I can't do this."
Louis' entire body stiffened at his offer being referred to something so vile and his voice was not soft anymore as he spoke, "I'm not the type of guy who pays for sex, Alana, regardless of what you may think. My offer was simply a business deal. A deal where your dues get paid in exchange for you keeping me company. If you want to entitle it with something as disrespectful as prostitution, you are free to do so. But if it disgusts you that much, then it's better if I take it back."
Alana breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived as his next words almost made her heart stop.
"The fund you’ve asked from my Mum's fundraiser is being denied considering the financial condition of your shop and all the debts that you owe. It's a lost cause." Louis shifted his chair back to its original position as he took out some papers and laid it down in front of her, giving her the final blow. "These are the papers that state that you are, as of now, being sued for your shop's screw up on my Gran's birthday."
Alana's entire body froze as she watched Louis take a bite out of his cold lunch, completely calm and composed. She took the papers with shaky hands and scanned through it, her heart dropping as she read on.
"L- Louis," Alana started, her voice wavering from the sob forming in her throat. "You c- can't-"
"Oh, I can, babe, and I just did. I suggest you collect those notes from the table because you'll need it now." Louis continued with his meal as Alana felt defeat assail her.
"I'll do it!" Alana exclaimed, as the tears started falling down her cheeks.
Chapter Playlist: Maybe Tomorrow by Stereophonic (Don't relate the lyrics with the chapter. Just listen to the tune as you read it.)
Alana strode across the hall alongside Louis as he spoke over the phone with his security. Apparently a crowd had gathered outside the hotel having heard that Louis was inside and there was no way for them to head out. Thus, Louis had booked a room in the hotel for them so that they could further discuss the details of his offer and sign the contract. At the back of Alana's mind, she feared that Louis would want to get starting today with the arrangements.
She watched as Louis took a different elevator from the one the other customers were taking and she opened her mouth for the first time since she had agreed to his offer but closed it again quickly. But Louis had noticed her gaze on the other elevator.
So, he moved the phone away from his ear and laid his hand on the back of her waist like a lover as he answered. "This is the only elevator which leads to the exclusive suites, babe."
Exclusive suites? Why in the world would he book a suite when they were going to leave once the crowd dispersed?
Alana was led into the elevator and Louis pressed what looked the top most button and continued speaking on the phone. To her dismay, Alana saw that it was on the 45th level of the hotel. Was the hotel so tall, Alana wondered in her head.
Louis finished his phone call and before Alana could guess his intentions, he pushed her against the wall of the elevator and crashed his lips onto her. Alana managed to push him back enough to ask him, "What are you doing?"
"Something I had been dying to do since you walked into the restaurant today."
And with that he continued his onslaught on her lips. Despite her attempt at being immune to his kiss, Alana couldn't stop herself from responding and kissing him back. It was enough to drive Louis crazy as he leaned against her body and rubbed his clothed crotch against hers, making her gasp.
Alana pulled at his hair to deepen the kiss but he didn't need any urging as he picked her up in his arm, leaving her feet dangling by his sides. She hated herself for being so weak when it came to his touch and yet she couldn't bring herself to stop from kissing him as though her life depended on it.
Louis broke the kiss for a much needed breath and moved his mouth to her neck and ear. Alana's mind cleared enough to try and push him back but her protest died in her lips as he found her sweet spot. She moaned out in pleasure when Louis nibbled on the spot, making her arch her back.
Alana could feel the core of her becoming moist and she rubbed her crotch against Louis to relief herself from the throbbing of her swollen clit. Louis stopped kissing and let Alana down, drawing a frown from her.
"What's wro- Louis, what are you- D-don't! Please!"
Alana's words died in her lips as Louis slid his hands down to pull her panty down. He raised her dress up to her hips and knelt in front of her. She covered her face with both hands, realizing his intention and whimpering as his mouth found her sweet, wet opening, his tongue spreading the lips of her pussy gently apart. He reached between her legs and grabbed the back of each thigh in his hands, easily lifting her up and spreading her legs wide, pulling her body towards himself and thrusting his tongue deep inside her.
Alana gasped violently and her hands slapped against the smooth wooden walls of the elevator on each side of her body, her fingers curling at the sudden pleasure coursing through her, combined with trying to maintain her balance as she sat on his hands.
"P- Please don't!"
Louis ignored her and his tongue found her clit and started circling around it at an almost painfully slow speed, teasing her with light brushes against it once in a while. Every few moments, he thrust his tongue deep up inside her. Each time he did that, she gasped loudly, her head rocking back and her eyes opening wide. Her hands moved from the walls to the back of his head, gripping it tightly.
She wanted his tongue deeper inside her. Alana felt the pressure building inside but she didn't want to be so helpless. She didn't want Louis to make her come in the elevator.
"Louis, please don't make-"
He slipped his tongue out of her just for a moment as he said, “Don’t make you what?"
Before she could answer Louis found her clit again, feeling her gasp at the contact and pull his head deeper into her, moaning as he continued. "Please don't make me...oh.... make me.... oh fuck...oooooh fuck.... Louis!"
Her pussy pulsed, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. As soon as he felt it, Louis pulled away from her again, chuckling at the loud shriek that left her body as he took the stimulation away.
"Fuck! Don't...p-please...I-"
Alana's eyes met Louis’, sparkling and blue, glazed over with lust, her heaving breasts between the two of them.
"Don't what?" Louis asked, giving her a lopsided smirk.
She moaned in despair, not wanting to finish her sentence and giving him the satisfaction. Louis looked at her wet, open crotch, spread wide for him, her swollen clit begging Louis for more. He leaned forward and gently, intentionally blew on it. As the cool air rushed over her clit, Alana was pushed closer to the edge.
"Oh my fucking GOD! F-fuck... oh fuck! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Louis laughed again, evil and satisfied with his victory. He slipped his tongue up inside Alana and stroked it with his tongue in a fast rhythm. It was enough to tip her over the edge as Alana's body twitched and spasmed, letting her juices flow freely as Louis continued his onslaught until she had finished climaxing.
Louis stood up, pulled Alana's dress down as she watched him with eyes filled with unconstrained passion. He pulled her in his arms, kissed her lips gently to give her a taste of her own nectar as the elevator doors opened to their floor.
Alana turned the shade of a beetroot when the door opened to a couple of elderly women, who gaped from Alana to Louis suspiciously. Their suspicions were confirmed, however, as their eyes landed on the panty that Louis had left conveniently lying on the floor of the elevator.
Alana wanted the floor to open and swallow her up as the elder ladies stared open mouthed at the two of them. Louis seemed least bothered about being caught as he coolly greeted the elder women and led Alana out of the elevator.
"Ladies!" Louis tilted his head in acknowledgement as he passed.
Alana walked with her head held low as they crossed the corridor. She heard the doors of the elevator close and that is when her brain started to kick in.
"Wait!" She exclaimed, looking at Louis before turning. "What about my- umm- my....?"
Alana couldn't finish the last word, blushing furiously at not having thought of it before. However, Louis understood what she was talking about as he said.
"Don't worry, babe! By the time I'm done with you, you'll have a wardrobe full of them. I'll have that exquisite body of yours covered in nothing but lace."
Louis led her to their suite and for the first time since she had agreed to Louis' offer, she actually looked forward to the next time they would consummate the deal.
Alana for the first time in her life felt knocked out of her breath as she stared at Louis with the widest eyes. She shook her head in denial, hoping Evan wouldn't go to the extent of stooping so low.
"You're lying!" Alana declared but knew she was kidding herself from the self-assured look Louis was giving her.
"Why would I?"
"Cause you want me begging in the streets!" Alana turned red even as she said this, knowing full well that she was in denial.
"Now, that is absolutely a stupid thing to say!"
"Is it?"
"Yes! I don't want you in the streets. I want you begging in my bed, love!"
Alana gasped at his salacious words, averted her eyes from Louis' gaze and laid her cold hand against her warm cheeks to stop it from turning maroon.
"Well, I would've wanted it but I don't sleep around with engaged women. You see, babe, I hate cheating and cheaters of all form and shape."
Alana opened and closed her mouth like a fish at his presumptions about her character and needed to clarify before he condemned worse things on her.
"For your information, I am and never have been a cheat!"
"Really? What was the other night then?"
"It was sex! Consented mutually by two single adults! Evan wasn't and still isn't in the picture!"
Alana blushed as she watched the waiter tactfully serve the food in the silence that followed. She had lost all appetite by now and felt dizzy with all the information and emotion working together. Only after the waiter had left did Louis speak up.
"So he wasn't in the scene when we slept together?"
"No!"
"And he still isn't?"
"Of course not!"
"Because?" Louis raised an eye brow and it was the last straw for Alana.
"Because it's none of your business!"
"Actually it is, love, considering it's not here in my document." Louis informed, pointing towards the huge brown envelope.
"What is that?"
"It's a background check on you."
Alana's jaw dropped as she eyed the brown envelope in disbelief. "You ran a background check on me?"
"Of course, I did. It says here that you are still happily engaged with an Evan Abbott." Louis observed the papers before having it snatched away from his hand and torn into pieces.
"That. Is. Because. That. Stupid. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Is. In Denial." Alana let out every word through gritted teeth as she tore each detail of her life into bits, her eyes becoming a blur as she tore the final piece. "And it looks like it's the same for you. So, I'll tell you what Louis Tomlinson, I'm done dealing with both of you!"
Louis watched Alana exclaim all of this calmly and saw her wipe off a stray tear as she fumbled for something in her purse. He didn't speak as he watched her take out what looked like money and slap it down on the table.
"What do you think you're doing?" Louis asked quirking an eye brow as a frown formed on his forehead.
"Paying for my food!" Alana replied as she collected her files without looking up. Louis felt his anger rise at this insulting gesture.
"If you are trying to insult me by paying then I have to tell you, love, you've succeeded. But I should let you know that the money you gave doesn't cover the cost any way. This is an internationally well-known hotel, babe, and not some random cafe across the street."
Alana's face flushed and she rummaged through her bag for more money but her heart sank when she found enough money for her transport back home. She took them out anyway and decided that she would just have to walk back home.
"I'll pay the rest later. I promise." She laid down the notes and was about to move her hand, but Louis grabbed it before she could.
"Calm down, babe. Just listen to me before you make a rash decision." His thumb was circling her wrist now, making her heart race from the contact.
Alana licked her dry lips and Louis' eye followed the small movement, feeling satisfied for getting to her finally. Louis shifted his chair nearer to hers as he softly spoke to her.
"It looks to me like your shop is going downhill considering you did not get a loan sanctioned from the bank?"
Alana nodded her head, her concentration waning as Louis continued tracing circles against her wrist.
"And now your ex is trying to sell it off to pay the dues?"
"Not exactly." Alana gulped, trying to think of a way to explain her problems to him. She decided that she wouldn't tell him; she didn't need his sympathy. "It's complicated."
"Okay. But you do realize that you owe me a lot of money as well?"
Alana pulled her hand away from him and covered her face up with her palm in frustration. She nodded her head to let him know that she knew.
"Have you considered my offer?" Louis' voice was soft; almost a whisper. Alana looked up this time as she addressed him.
"Louis, I can't. It's wrong."
"How is it wrong? I personally think, we're great in bed together."
Alana turned pink at the reminder and knew that they were not just great, they were perfect in bed together.
"It's no less than prostitution. Sex to pay off money? I can't do this."
Louis' entire body stiffened at his offer being referred to something so vile and his voice was not soft anymore as he spoke, "I'm not the type of guy who pays for sex, Alana, regardless of what you may think. My offer was simply a business deal. A deal where your dues get paid in exchange for you keeping me company. If you want to entitle it with something as disrespectful as prostitution, you are free to do so. But if it disgusts you that much, then it's better if I take it back."
Alana breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived as his next words almost made her heart stop.
"The fund you’ve asked from my Mum's fundraiser is being denied considering the financial condition of your shop and all the debts that you owe. It's a lost cause." Louis shifted his chair back to its original position as he took out some papers and laid it down in front of her, giving her the final blow. "These are the papers that state that you are, as of now, being sued for your shop's screw up on my Gran's birthday."
Alana's entire body froze as she watched Louis take a bite out of his cold lunch, completely calm and composed. She took the papers with shaky hands and scanned through it, her heart dropping as she read on.
"L- Louis," Alana started, her voice wavering from the sob forming in her throat. "You c- can't-"
"Oh, I can, babe, and I just did. I suggest you collect those notes from the table because you'll need it now." Louis continued with his meal as Alana felt defeat assail her.
"I'll do it!" Alana exclaimed, as the tears started falling down her cheeks.
Chapter Playlist: Maybe Tomorrow by Stereophonic (Don't relate the lyrics with the chapter. Just listen to the tune as you read it.)
Alana strode across the hall alongside Louis as he spoke over the phone with his security. Apparently a crowd had gathered outside the hotel having heard that Louis was inside and there was no way for them to head out. Thus, Louis had booked a room in the hotel for them so that they could further discuss the details of his offer and sign the contract. At the back of Alana's mind, she feared that Louis would want to get starting today with the arrangements.
She watched as Louis took a different elevator from the one the other customers were taking and she opened her mouth for the first time since she had agreed to his offer but closed it again quickly. But Louis had noticed her gaze on the other elevator.
So, he moved the phone away from his ear and laid his hand on the back of her waist like a lover as he answered. "This is the only elevator which leads to the exclusive suites, babe."
Exclusive suites? Why in the world would he book a suite when they were going to leave once the crowd dispersed?
Alana was led into the elevator and Louis pressed what looked the top most button and continued speaking on the phone. To her dismay, Alana saw that it was on the 45th level of the hotel. Was the hotel so tall, Alana wondered in her head.
Louis finished his phone call and before Alana could guess his intentions, he pushed her against the wall of the elevator and crashed his lips onto her. Alana managed to push him back enough to ask him, "What are you doing?"
"Something I had been dying to do since you walked into the restaurant today."
And with that he continued his onslaught on her lips. Despite her attempt at being immune to his kiss, Alana couldn't stop herself from responding and kissing him back. It was enough to drive Louis crazy as he leaned against her body and rubbed his clothed crotch against hers, making her gasp.
Alana pulled at his hair to deepen the kiss but he didn't need any urging as he picked her up in his arm, leaving her feet dangling by his sides. She hated herself for being so weak when it came to his touch and yet she couldn't bring herself to stop from kissing him as though her life depended on it.
Louis broke the kiss for a much needed breath and moved his mouth to her neck and ear. Alana's mind cleared enough to try and push him back but her protest died in her lips as he found her sweet spot. She moaned out in pleasure when Louis nibbled on the spot, making her arch her back.
Alana could feel the core of her becoming moist and she rubbed her crotch against Louis to relief herself from the throbbing of her swollen clit. Louis stopped kissing and let Alana down, drawing a frown from her.
"What's wro- Louis, what are you- D-don't! Please!"
Alana's words died in her lips as Louis slid his hands down to pull her panty down. He raised her dress up to her hips and knelt in front of her. She covered her face with both hands, realizing his intention and whimpering as his mouth found her sweet, wet opening, his tongue spreading the lips of her pussy gently apart. He reached between her legs and grabbed the back of each thigh in his hands, easily lifting her up and spreading her legs wide, pulling her body towards himself and thrusting his tongue deep inside her.
Alana gasped violently and her hands slapped against the smooth wooden walls of the elevator on each side of her body, her fingers curling at the sudden pleasure coursing through her, combined with trying to maintain her balance as she sat on his hands.
"P- Please don't!"
Louis ignored her and his tongue found her clit and started circling around it at an almost painfully slow speed, teasing her with light brushes against it once in a while. Every few moments, he thrust his tongue deep up inside her. Each time he did that, she gasped loudly, her head rocking back and her eyes opening wide. Her hands moved from the walls to the back of his head, gripping it tightly.
She wanted his tongue deeper inside her. Alana felt the pressure building inside but she didn't want to be so helpless. She didn't want Louis to make her come in the elevator.
"Louis, please don't make-"
He slipped his tongue out of her just for a moment as he said, “Don’t make you what?"
Before she could answer Louis found her clit again, feeling her gasp at the contact and pull his head deeper into her, moaning as he continued. "Please don't make me...oh.... make me.... oh fuck...oooooh fuck.... Louis!"
Her pussy pulsed, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. As soon as he felt it, Louis pulled away from her again, chuckling at the loud shriek that left her body as he took the stimulation away.
"Fuck! Don't...p-please...I-"
Alana's eyes met Louis’, sparkling and blue, glazed over with lust, her heaving breasts between the two of them.
"Don't what?" Louis asked, giving her a lopsided smirk.
She moaned in despair, not wanting to finish her sentence and giving him the satisfaction. Louis looked at her wet, open crotch, spread wide for him, her swollen clit begging Louis for more. He leaned forward and gently, intentionally blew on it. As the cool air rushed over her clit, Alana was pushed closer to the edge.
"Oh my fucking GOD! F-fuck... oh fuck! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Louis laughed again, evil and satisfied with his victory. He slipped his tongue up inside Alana and stroked it with his tongue in a fast rhythm. It was enough to tip her over the edge as Alana's body twitched and spasmed, letting her juices flow freely as Louis continued his onslaught until she had finished climaxing.
Louis stood up, pulled Alana's dress down as she watched him with eyes filled with unconstrained passion. He pulled her in his arms, kissed her lips gently to give her a taste of her own nectar as the elevator doors opened to their floor.
Alana turned the shade of a beetroot when the door opened to a couple of elderly women, who gaped from Alana to Louis suspiciously. Their suspicions were confirmed, however, as their eyes landed on the panty that Louis had left conveniently lying on the floor of the elevator.
Alana wanted the floor to open and swallow her up as the elder ladies stared open mouthed at the two of them. Louis seemed least bothered about being caught as he coolly greeted the elder women and led Alana out of the elevator.
"Ladies!" Louis tilted his head in acknowledgement as he passed.
Alana walked with her head held low as they crossed the corridor. She heard the doors of the elevator close and that is when her brain started to kick in.
"Wait!" She exclaimed, looking at Louis before turning. "What about my- umm- my....?"
Alana couldn't finish the last word, blushing furiously at not having thought of it before. However, Louis understood what she was talking about as he said.
"Don't worry, babe! By the time I'm done with you, you'll have a wardrobe full of them. I'll have that exquisite body of yours covered in nothing but lace."
Louis led her to their suite and for the first time since she had agreed to Louis' offer, she actually looked forward to the next time they would consummate the deal.
Notes
A/N: I may not be able to come online later so i uploaded this chapter earlier. Please vote, subscribe and comment for the next update! Thanks to all those who have stuck by the story since the beginning! :) As a token of gratitude, I will give them a shout out in the next chapter! Love you guys! x <3
Question: Now that Alana has accepted the offer, what do you think will happen? Are you all enjoying the smut scenes or do you want me to tone it down?
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9/25/16