'Careful with that...you're going to need it.'

[This will be a bit longer part of the small fanfiction excerpt & maybe it's not suitable for everyone here. So, if you're not into rougher - of course consensual - stuff, you might skip this ✌️]

He zipped open his pants, slow enough to make her wince, but not taking them off. The aggressive whip sent a wave of shivers through her body, as he drew the belt from his hips and menacingly leaned over her. The dominance radiating from every inch of his body made her look so fragile underneath him...but that was not how he saw her. He saw so much more.

Still...for now, in this moment, another sinister grin danced over his lips, as he drunk in her decision to willingly open his cage door, he had built so sturdy over the past years. She was the only one who he had even allowed to come so close. And surely the only person who dared to step into his realm instead of turning away. Within a second of a heated breath through his clenched teeth he wondered if she was fully aware of what she had awakened and if she was hearing the soft clicking of the cage door behind her.

Her body twisted underneath him as he skillfully wrapped the leather around her wrists above her head, the sweet aching moan leaving her lips drawing a satisfied hum from his. Halfway kneeling on the chair, he slung his arm around her waist, lifting her up with ease. Her face was covered in the flickering shadow from his arm, his hand heavily leaning onto the chair beside her head, fingers still strongly holding onto the belt, giving her no space to move.

It was him who directed her body, pressing her hips closer to his till she could feel him hot and longing between her legs. The same moment he roughly pushed into her without any teasing, his body flooded with her presence, his lips quickly covered hers, silencing her painful moan. They wouldn't want to draw any attention after all, even the mansion was extensive enough to hide them for a while.

His tongue possesivley demanded entrance and she obeyed, letting him taste her, playfully granting her to rebel in an unfair fight. She made him want more of her, so much more. He dug his fingers deeper into her skin on her waist, making her wince and bend. Relentlessly he pounded into her, holding her firmly, feeling her tighten around him, making him groan as he released her lips from his kiss. 

He made sure he only allowed breathless silence leaving her mouth, letting himself pick up his pace, dragged by his longing to feel her all around him. As he sensed her hands weaken underneath his treatment, he let go of the belt, only to shove his arm underneath her back along her spine, closing his fingers around her neck from behind. Within his movement he ripped her downwards from the chair, ramming his knees into the wooden floor and using her body the way he wanted it. Her upper back was barely touching the seat of the chair anymore, she was fully under his control. And he bathed within the feeling, admiring her gleaming skin shining in the dim light of the fireplace and he how delighted he was, that in all these moments she never broke his gaze, her half closed eyes more than awake underneath the tears he demanded from her.

His fingers slowly glided down from her neck along her side, now grabbing her waist with both hands, intensely pushing and dragging her hips from and onto him. Her body emitted an energy she shared with him, it was solely for him, intimitate...she felt so...alive in his hands. And he could feel it echoing within his own heart.

He lifted her back from the seat and brought her face close to his, her bound hands falling down on his shoulders. Both their gazes were fierce, piercing right through their souls, glowing in the red of the fire, reflecting each other. She pressed a heated kiss onto his lips and now it was her who demanded entrance. He gave in with a smile, quitely moaning as her tongue caressed his, letting her feel his heat pulsating deep within her, almost too deep, stealing that feeling from her as he held her eager hips still. 

He recieved the awaited return of his little torture in form of a bite in his lip. A dangerous murmur left his throat, warning her. As he tasted the bitter iron of his own blood in his mouth, his brows furrowed, eyes squinted, his forehead pressed against hers. A sharp spark as her tongue quickly danced over his lips, tasting him, making his heart miss a beat, almost letting him loosen the grip around her redened waist. Only a few drops, a deep crimson hue of him, glistened on her lower lip - and it twisted his mind.

There was something in her eyes, something demanding, inviting, challenging. And he couldn't keep from holding that gaze. He could almost see the dark shadow slowly tinting the deep pond of her eyes and he watched it with delight, as the shadow dripped from the cold blue of his into hers.

In an instant he had grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up from the ground with only one hand. He took his time standing there, holding her helpless body up for his enraged gaze, feeling her breathing getting heavy in his firm grip, her chest trembling, her feet searching for release. And her eyes were still locked onto his. 

He lowered her a bit so his face was directly to the side of her head, so close he could smell her seductive scent. It was only a low whisper in her ear that made her shiver. And oh, how he savored that. 'I'll paint your naughty body for that, my dear...' he purred, a devilish grin on his lips.

He dragged her around the small table that stood beside the armchair, her tied hands holding onto his unyielding grip around her throat, eyes teary, her feet kicking into the air. As she hit the wooden stand of the table, the can of first aid spray she had used earlier to treat her wounds, fell over with a dull metallic noise, rolling over the surface. His eyes wandered down to the can, than up to her again, slowly. He clicked his tongue, slowly tilting his head to the side, his voice sharp and cold. 

'Careful with that. You will need it.' with that he harshly threw her over the armrest of the chair, facing downwards, standing tall behind her, smiling ominous.