Breaking Benjamin (NSFW, 18+)

She tugs, lightly, using the hook through his lip to tug his mouth open. "....mmmh. Good boy. You're learning."

 

Why the fuck is this hot. Fuck. Fuck.

Benjamin gasps, blunt nails digging into his thighs, and he resists reflexively for half a moment before letting her open his mouth. He can taste the blood flowing into his mouth, dripping down his chin, and he looks up at her in wordless panic.

Fuck. Why is this hot.

It's almost not surprising anymore, but this is the first time she's really hurt him, so far. And it's still hot.

It's still really hot.

 

She lets go of the fishhook, but leaves it in his lip, gently tipping his head back.

Then she licks at the metal, at the puncture, lapping up some of his blood. "Mmm."

She glances down, then chuckles. "....you're a very, very fun choice..."

 

He moans softly, eyes fluttering shut again. "Shit... I'm... not sure if that's a good thing. You're going to break me..."

 

"Yes, but I just might put you back together after," she purrs, tracing his jaw with a fingertip.

 

He leans into her touch like a flower seeking the sun, eyes still closed. "... might."

 

"Might," she purrs, tugging on the hook with her teeth.

 

He moans, almost a whimper, as her tug makes his lip start to bleed again.

Even if he doesn't die here... god, he's scared.

 

"Well. I hope you don't have any metal allergies... maybe I should put in gold," she hums. "It would go well with your hair, don't you think?"

 

"... I'm not allergic," he says softly, looking down. He's pretty sure that's not actually a question she cares about the answer to. She'll do whatever she wants.

 

"Good," she hums. "That would be annoying."

She grins against his skin. "And you don't want to annoy me, right, Ben?"

 

"No. I... I really, really don't," he says, holding rabbit-still. She's terrifying enough when she's in a good mood.

 

She smiles, kissing him again, hard enough that he sees a cut on her lip when she pulls away. "Get up, let's get you fed."

 

He bites the side of his lip, trying to avoid the wound. "... Yes, Mistress," he says softly, rising shakily.

 

She helps him from the tub, pushing a towel into his arms as she shoves his clothes into a dirty hamper, then opens the door. "Out."

 

He dries himself off, looking around wide-eyed. Fuck. He's just. Gonna be naked, huh?

 

Judging by the vicious grin on the woman's face, and the enjoyment she seems to be getting from watching him?

Absolutely.

 

Benjamin squirms, beet red. Fuck.

"... where do you want me?" he whispers.

 

"Back on the table," she replies curtly.

 

Ben starts to bite his lip, habitually, wincing in pain as blood starts to well again. "I. Right. Okay."

Fuck, he's scared. But he'll obey.