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50 Shades Inspired Niall Smut

I looked down at my hands as Niall ranted about Harry and I flirting. I didnt think it was flirting, it was a simple conversation, maybe it was how our arms brushed or how close we were together. All I know is that seconds after the conversation was over, I was hauled out of the venue and into the car that was waiting in front of the building for us.

I looked up out the window, thinking about what the rest of the night would bring. I knew I was going to his Pain Room. He only took me there if I misbehaved and according to him, I was a bad girl tonight. He pulled into the driveway and the white garage door opened slowly as he inched the car forward.  Once in the garage, he opened his door, clambered out and slammed it. He didn’t even open the door for me, like he usually did. I sighed as I opened the door and climbed out, this wasn’t going to be good. I removed the 6 inch heels off of my aching feet as I stepped into the foyer. Niall stood in the kitchen, his back was to me and I glass of wine was in his hand.

“Go” he said. 

I automatically knew what he meant, I looked down at the ground and walked towards the bedroom. I removed my dress and put my shoes away. I removed every article of clothing and wiped off my makeup, like I’m supposed to before I go in the Pain Room. I huffed as I opened the bedroom door and padded against the carpet to the Pain Room.

I opened the door and the aroma of jasmine filled my nostrils. I breathed deeply as I slumped to my knees in front of the king sized bed. This was the same routine whenever he was really horny or I did something wrong. I would wait for him on my knees, like the submissive that I am. I would always admire the various toys and whips he had hung around the room. 

I was knocked out of my thoughts as the door opened and Niall walked in, in only boxers. He walked past me and over to the dresser that contained the anal beads, butt plugs, dildos and any other possible toy you could think off. I wasn’t allowed to move so I couldn’t turn my head to see what he was getting. I could only do what he ordered and I couldn’t disobey unless I used the safeword. I have never used the safeword and I didn’t plan on it unless things got out of hand. He would be crushed because he would think he hurt me, but I just cant be over-stimulated.

“On the bars” he said and I immediately scrambled to my feet and walked over to the bars on the left side of the room. I held my arms straight up as he slid my wrists into the cuffs and closed them. He spread my legs next and slid each ankle into the lower cuffs. I was now shaped like an X in front of him. He walked around me a few times and my breathing slowed as I tried to calm down. I felt his fingers brush against my lower back and trail down towards my behind. I felt something cool and wet being spread on my anal hole and I immediately knew it was lube. He eased one finger in me and I gasped. He moved his finger around a few times before he drew it out of me. I then felt something big, and thick slid into me. 

“Fuck” I gasped and I knew I was going to be scolded for that. The butt plug was fully in my anus as he came around to my front. He smirked as he went back to the dresser and came back with a remote and small clamp. 

“This is for speaking” he said as he clamped the small device around my clitoris. I bit my lip to suppress the sob that desperately wanted to escape my lips. He turned on the remote and pressed a button. A small shock made my body shudder as the clamp vibrated lowly. 

He teased me, turning the remote really high then really low. He repeated the process until I was close to my climax. When I moaned that I was, he removed the clamp and placed it back in the drawer. I winced at the loss of contact and I could feel my body clenching around the plug that was still snug inside of me.

“Do you want to come?” he asked and I nodded. He didn’t speak as he went back into the drawer and pulled out 2 metal balls on a string. He walked over to me and placed one in my mouth. I sucked on it willingly as he hummed at the sight. He removed the ball and got to his knees. I gasped as the cool metal ran over my clitoris, then  he eased the ball into me using his fingers. He slid the next ball in with ease and I could feel the string hanging out of me. He stood back up and kissed my lips as his hand found my clitoris and moved in circles around it. Between the balls, the plug and the clitoris stimulation, I was ready to come.

“Niall, please” I begged and his fingers left my clitoris. I breathed in deeply and braced myself for the removal of the balls. He tugged on the sting and I yelped as the first on slid out. He looked up to me and I knew it meant to be quiet. I bit my lip as he pulled the next one out. I would’ve came right then but I knew he would be livid if I did. 

He moved behind me and removed the plug and I gasped as I felt all of his fingers move around the entrance.

“So wide” he whispered and I knew what was coming next. He eased 3 fingers in me, then 4, then 5. Once all five was in, he closed his hand and made a fist. I screamed as he moved his fist around and began to draw it in and out painfully. This was all too much for me and I just wanted him to have sex with me and this be over with.

“Niall” I begged but he didn’t listen. I said his name again and he pulled his fist out of me, causing me to yell again.

“What did I tell you about talking?” he said sternly as he removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. Once I was off the bars, he pulled me to the bed and pushed me down on it. My face was against the cool satin while my behind was in the air. I heard him rummaging through drawers until I heard him chuckle and close one. I could hear his footsteps then I could feel his presence over me. 

The blow from the whip was unexpected and I screamed at the pain. He hit me 4 more times before dropping the whip and climbing over me. At this point, I was tired and worn out. My vagina was extremely sensitive from all the things before and my anus hurt badly. He held his boxers in front of me and I took them in my mouth, he pulled on the sides and held my head in place as he thrust into me.

“Fuck” he breathed and I was sobbing at this point. Everything hurt and I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I mumbled against his boxers but he just kept thrusting. I mumbled again, louder but he didnt care. He continued to thrust, and his grip loosened on the boxers. I took that as my opportunity to call out.

“Red! Red Red Red!” I shouted and he immediately stopped and pulled out of me.

“Fuck no!” he yelled as he flipped me over and stared me in the eyes. I didnt say a word as I wiped the tears from my face. He stood up and started pacing, running his hands through his hair every few steps.

“Fuck” he said again and I couldnt say anything. I just kept crying and I wanted to leave. I have never ever been tortured like that in my life, he wouldn’t

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Do u think ur DAD should have ur password to ur Facebook account. Yea or Hell no

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