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Louis made Harry's favorite dinner, making sure everything was perfect. He kept the food hot on the stove and double checked that the house was sparkling. He knew Harry didn't like it when the house was even a little dirty, so he didn't want there to be any excuse for his sugar daddy to be unhappy.
"Hey Lou!" Harry smiled as he entered the house from work. When he saw the younger man he pulled him in for a rough kiss.
Louis moaned into the kiss. "Hi, Daddy. I made your favorite dinner!"
"I don't see you naked with a platter." He smirked. "You're my favorite meal."
Louis blushed. "Do you want me naked, Daddy?"
"Right now."
The nineteen year old pulled his clothes off slowly, folding them neatly and putting them on the couch. He blushed under Harry's scrutiny. "Like it, Daddy? I shaved all over."
"Very nice, baby." Harry bent him over the arm of the couch. "I...expect...you...to be naked...at...all...times!" He swatted Louis' ass with every word.
"Y-Yes sir." Louis wanted to cry at how much it hurt, but Harry hated it when he sniveled and it would likely lead to more punishment.
"Bring me my supper."
Louis ducked his head down and nearly ran to the kitchen to make Harry's plate. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and gave them both to Harry.
"You know the drill. Hands and knees, slut." Louis got on all fours in front of Harry as the older man rested his feet on his back. He hated this, it made his knees ache something terrible and he'd limp for a few hours. His arms shook with exertion as Harry ate leisurely, but he knew he'd be in worse pain if he moved an inch. Harry moved his when he was done. "Go clean the dishes."
"Yes sir." Louis took the plate and went to wash the dishes and clean the rest of the kitchen. He wanted to cry from how hungry and sore he was, but focused on making the marble counter shine.
"Good boy," he heard from the doorway.
"Thank you, sir." He finished the scrubbing. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Kiss me."
Louis dried his hands and got on his tippy toes to kiss Harry's plump lips. The older man lifted him in his arms and held him closer, ravishing his lips. Louis used his tongue in Harry's mouth the way the man liked.
Harry moaned and pushed him against the wall, sucking on his little tongue. He pulled away and sucked dark bruises into the tan neck as Louis gyrated his hips in a way that always got the man so hot. "Such a good boy."
Louis moaned as his cock fattened. He hated the fact that he got so turned on by simple praise. He was never allowed to get off anyway.
"What do you want, Louis?"
"Want daddy to fuck me."
"How do you want it? Want it slow or rough?"
He looked up through his eyelashes. "However you want it, Daddy."
"Good answer." Harry carried him up the stairs and into their bedroom. He threw him into the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. Louis sighed quietly. This was definitely not going to be fun. Harry slapped his ass and sloppily coated his own cock in lube before pushing all the way in. "So fucking tight."
Louis gasped in pain. "H-Harry!"
"Shut up!"
The young man's mouth snapped shut. He bit down on his knuckle and sobbed quietly as he was raped harshly, Harry moaning in his ear. Louis cried out loud when he felt his anal walls rip. "Harry, please!"
"Shut the fuck up, Louis! You'd better fucking cum, or you won't cum for a month!"
Louis knew it was a pointless threat. Harry expected him to cum without any stimulation from either himself or the older man. He couldn't remember the last time he was even allowed to cum. He'd gotten punished just for having a wet dream. He waited until Harry came inside him with a grunt. "May I go clean up?" he asked quietly.
Harry nodded and watched his plump ass as he walked into the bathroom. "You're so sexy."
"Thank you, sir," he mumbled. He sat on the toilet and avoided Harry's eyes as cum and blood dripped from his hole. He was never allowed to shut doors around Harry. He whimpered when he wiped over his hole and the tissue came away a bright red.
"Mm, the noises you make are so beautiful. I love you."
"Thank you, sir." He got into a warm shower and stood until the water ran clear from his body.
Harry watched him the whole time, his eyes darkening in possession. "You ready for bed?"
"I can't yet. I have one last load of laundry, and I have to press your suit."
"Come to bed as soon as you're done." Harry laid down and let out a content sigh.
"Yes sir." Louis dried off and limped to the laundry room. He sobbed into the washing machine. "I deserved it. I deserved it. I deserved it." He chanted it to comfort himself. Eventually, he was able to stop crying and finish the load. He took out the steamer and steamed any wrinkles he could find out of Harry's suit. When he was done that, he put it on a hanger and hung it on a hook by the door. When the dryer stopped, he took out the clothes and ironed and folded them neatly, placing them in a basket to be put away tomorrow. When that was finished, he picked up the basket and grabbed the suit and carried them upstairs. He hung the suit in Harry's closet and put the basket next to the drawers.
"Hey, baby," Harry's tired voice came from the bed.
"Hi, sir. Aren't you tired? I know you worked really hard all day." Louis climbed into the bed and faced him.
"I've been waiting for my baby."
"Cuddles tonight, sir?" Louis nearly squealed in delight when Harry opened his arms and pulled him close. He cuddled into him and closed his eyes. From Harry's warm hold, it was hard to tell that he could find it in himself to hurt anyone. He set his alarm to wake up early to cook breakfast for Harry. He turned so they were spooning.
All night, Louis drifted in and out of consciousness. The sharp pain in his backside kept him from sleeping peacefully. He wasn't allowed to take any kind of medicine without Harry's consent, and if he woke Harry, he'd be punished without the older man giving a second thought.
When his alarm rang in the morning, Louis turned it off quickly, so not to wake Harry and went down to the kitchen to start a fry up. The eggs, bacon, tomatoes and toast were finished pretty quickly and he put them on a tray to take them to Harry, along with a glass of orange juice. "Sir? I made breakfast."
Harry blinked awake. "Hm? Oh, thank you, baby." He sat up and received the tray in his lap.
"What did I do yesterday to anger you, sir?"
"Yesterday is over with. We will focus on the present." Harry started his breakfast and hummed in appreciation.
"I'm sorry, sir. I just wanted to know what I did so I wouldn't do it again."
Harry let out a heavy sigh. "You weren't naked when I got home. You know how much I love your body."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
"I know." Harry chewed his bacon. "Want a bite?"
"No thank you, sir. Not hungry."
Harry grunted and focused on finishing his delicious meal. When he was done, Louis handed him his suit and took the plate downstairs to clean. As he was rinsing it, he heard "LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"Oh Jesus," he whispered to himself. He knew he was about to get punished, and he couldn't think of anything he did. He scrambled upstairs as fast as possible. "Y-Yes sir?"
"What the actual fuck is on my jacket?!"
Louis looked closely and all the color drained from his face as he recognized it. "A b-bleach strain," he whispered in horror. He was so fucked.
"And what brand am I wearing, Louis?" Harry asked in a scarily calm voice.
"Ar-Armani."
"And do you know how much this Armani jacket costs?"
"M-More than I could p-pay."
"That's right. And who cleaned it? Tell me that. Who's fault is it that there's a BRIGHT FUCKING STAIN ON MY ARMANI JACKET?!"
Louis closed his eyes against Harry's screaming. "M-Mine," he whimpered. "It's my fault." He still couldn't think of how it happened.
"So what needs to be done about this, Louis?" he growled. "You know what? Don't answer that. You're too fucking stupid to understand anything." He slapped the younger boy so hard that he fell to the floor.
Louis raised a hand to shield his face. "I'm sorry, sir!" He let out a cry as Harry kicked his stomach, and fully screamed when the action was repeated. He turned his face to the floor and threw up blood. He stayed where he was while Harry changed and left, before getting up and crawling to the bathroom to try and clean up the mess. The marble floor had to be shining before Harry got home.
All day, Louis cleaned and scrubbed and vacuumed. He wanted to cry from how exhausted he was by the time he started dinner. Louis only ever cooked for Harry, and he only ever ate if Harry felt generous enough to feed him from his plate.
"Louuu?" Harry sang from the doorway when he got home, proof that he had a good day.
Louis limped over to greet him. "Hello, sir. I made you dinner."
"Good boy." Harry lifted his bruised face and kissed his lips gently.
"I'll get your plate." Louis limped into the kitchen and prepared his food before bringing it to him. He got on all fours in front of the couch and waited for Harry to sit. Harry's heels dug into his back as he ate and watched tv.
When he was mostly done, he removed his feet and patted the spot next to him. "Come eat, baby."
Louis got a towel and placed it on the couch to sit on so he wouldn't bleed on the cushion. He sat and let Harry feed him, eating everything placed near his lips. "Thank you, sir," he said when he was done.
"You're welcome, Lou. Go clean up." He put his legs up on the couch and flipped the tv channel.
Louis went into the kitchen and made everything shine like something from a magazine. He was in so much pain, but he was never allowed painkillers, so he had to work through it.
"Come suck Daddy," Harry called from where he was stroking himself on the sofa.
Louis knelt between his legs and sucked him into his mouth. He nearly choked when Harry pushed his head all the way down. He relaxed his jaw and tongue so Harry could fuck his mouth.
Tears pooled in his eyes as the minutes passed. His jaw was sore as Harry grunted, moving his hips faster. "Such a good mouth," he muttered before cumming inside of it.
Louis swallowed everything dutifully. "Thank you, sir."
"Good boy. Now go shower, you smell."
"Yes sir." He took the still-clean towel from the couch and went to take a warm shower. He relaxed under the steady stream, the hot water calming him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. As he toweled off, he decided to try to be more perfect.
When he climbed into bed, a sleeping Harry immediately pulled him close, and he thought that maybe it wouldn't be so hard.