Patreon Compilation – Fic#69 (nice) – Gabriel/Hana – small dom/big gruff sub; praise kink; soft; fluff – They'll Never Know

Hana likes to show off; both her skills and her body. She always is the center of attention when she goes into a club wearing her leather harness; showing off how small she is. How easily breakable.

It always goes the same route with new clubs: her getting flocked by salivating Doms until they realize that she is, in fact, not a submissive. That she is looking for a cute boy or girl of her own.

She’s moving around so much for work that it is difficult to build up a nice circle of regulars around her, but she’s also addicted to the lifestyle and not willing to give it up just because she has to jump a few extra hoops to get to the fun parts of a night. She’s too competitive to stay a lazy night in her rented apartments.

However, this time around is something special. She’s been long enough in town to have become familiar with this particular club, and she knows that she will stay yet a few months longer. Long enough to find something to play with regularly. Long enough to want her to play with Gabriel.

She has somewhat of an obsession with the man, she’s easy to admit. He’s caught her eye right on her first night scouring the place, and she hasn’t been able since to get him out of her mind. He’s a regular just like her; always in the corner, drinking, moping.

He looks like he likes to roughhouse. He’s big and broad and has scars in his face and firm round muscles that she wants to get her hands on.

And he’s a submissive.

The realization had hit her hard and good, and has been whirling around in her head for quite some time now. The big boy was a submissive. A submissive. For her, she’s sure. Someone is looking out and has her sent the most delectable and fun little morsel to play with.

When she finally stops cucking herself and approaches him, her pussy does a warm, eager little pulse at just how much taller he is than her. How he could easily deadlift her and break her in half if he wanted to.

Oh, she wants to play with him. She wants to play so badly. She’s sure he’ll be one of the growly ones; one of those that fight the whole way and curse and scream and need to be gagged so he won’t wake the neighbours.

He’ll be a firecracker and then some. A real nut to be cracked.

Ooooh she’s so excited! She grins up at him, bouncing on the balls of her feet to make the little bit of breasts that she has jiggle in the cups of her leather getup.

He is looking down at her, face carefully blank. His big brown eyes are beautiful.

Hana beams up at him, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

“My name is Hana!”

“... I know.”

He stares down at her with a dawning expression of trepidation. Her smile broadens.

.o.

She wouldn’t have thought that it would be so easy to get him to go with her. She’d thought there would be a lot more fight in him; him not wanting to submit to a ‘little girl’; but the moment she mentioned her pretty pink ropes, his expression had changed.

She still thinks about it when she lets him into her home and watches him carefully look around the apartment. She hadn’t expected the soft look on his face. She hadn’t even thought his face could be soft.

They have had a few negotiations on their drive to her place. They weren’t nearly as thorough as should be prudent, but she promised him not to bind his arms or legs even before he’d asked, and physically she presents no harm to him.

Conversely, she told him her manager was just in the apartment below and would notice if she made too much of a ruckus.

“As safe as can be, yeah?” she had chirped, and Gabriel had hummed, staring out of the window of the car. “Yeah… sure…”

Given the cues she’s gotten, she had expected him to be really into rope play, but once she starts putting him in an intricate harness with her slim, pink rope, she is startled to see just how into it he is.

His hard face goes all soft again. He moves slightly, twisting his torso or flexing his muscles just to feel the slowly tightening loops around him drag against his skin. She had expected him to be a lot harder to tame; to put up a fight and make stupid smart comments the whole way – but he’s quiet and careful, and moves wherever she wants him to without protest.

Still, when she eventually calls him a good boy; just thoughtlessly murmuring it as she takes a little step back to look at her half-finished work of art, Gabriel looks… startled.

She doesn’t think she could have shocked him more if she suddenly slapped him across the face.

Hana frowns.

“What is it?”

Gabriel shakes his head, turning it away and watching her out of the corner of his eye like a cat that doesn’t want to seem like it is too interested in what is happening.

“Nothing…” he murmurs. Hana hums thoughtfully. She steps closer and then around and behind him to continue her work on the harness.

“You have been nothing but a very polite, gentle boy,” she says. She waits for him to protest her continued usage of ‘boy’, but Gabriel keeps quiet. He seems to very attentively listen to her, even.

As Hana starts on another row of diamonds down his spine, head swimming with these new developments, Gabriel suddenly brings his arms to his back and crosses his wrists.

“Could you please bind them, too?” he asks softly, voice like the timid purr of a kitten. She pauses, staring at his big hands. She shouldn’t, they had agreed not to, but he’s also asked so sweetly.

“I will put a rope over them. And you are not to let lt fall, alright?” she says diplomatically. he nods, pathetically thankful for her compromise.

Hana hadn’t thought this would happen, if she was being honest. He’d looked so tough and angry back in the bar; like he would fight tooth and nail every step on the way, but in reality…

He is calm and soft spoken, and the more she praises him, the more he seems to just sink in on himself until she has to remind him to stand straight so she can finish her work.

And he tries so hard.

“You’re such a sweet little boy,” she bursts out when she finally is done with her harness. She steps around him again to see his face. It is slack, his beautiful brown eyes big and soft and unguarded. He looks close to tears just from her praising him.

What a sensitive submissive he is!

“Oh, baby,” Hana croons like the mommy of a pet, gently grasping the rope looped around his shoulders, and ordering him to go down onto his knees. He looked like he would fold together like a pocket knife any minute anyway, and she has to really put her negligent weight into it to keep him somewhat braced as his knees seem to just give way.

He thumps to the floor, and she curls her arms around his head and pulls his face against her belly. He deliriously rubs his cheek against the shiny leather of her corset.

Down his back she can see how he is still keeping his wrists together like a good boy, the single length of rope curled over them.

“Oh wow… I hadn’t expected this,” she whispers, voice pitched low and soothing. She cards fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it is against her palms.

She had asked around about him before approaching him, just to make sure there was no history of violence, and from those accounts she had been fully prepared to be playing his mean dominatrix for tonight.

She has no idea why he’s been such a soft, well behaved boy for her right from the get-go but she won’t complain about it either.

“What a good boy. Beautiful. You look so pretty in my ropes. Pink suits you so well. I want to put some make-up on you, too. Make a sweet little makeover…”

She’s just babbling, keeping him close, feeling his weight against her as he sinks down deep and without resistance. She hadn’t had to lead him into subspace – he sprung into it with open arms.

Hana feels… blessed. It is like being the only one a wild animal trusts. It is a beautiful, transcendent feeling.

Nobody will believe her if she told them what a good little boy Gabriel could be. A perfect, uncomplicated submissive.

So she will simply keep it to herself.