(Trigger warning: Don't read if you're sensitive towards things that involved slapping, spanking, or name calling.)
Berlin was glaring down at me; his cold gaze making me want to submit to him. I subtly squirmed around on the wooden seat, my hands clutched tightly onto both sides as I fought off that vulnerable side of me. I'm pretty sure if I was any lighter, my knuckles would have turned white by now. The stress of bottling up my submission was doing a number on me, but I just couldn't let him win.
"Hey," he growled at me, his tone making me grow weak. It was dark and assertive, just how I liked it. He slowly bent over me, placing one hand on my thigh. "You gonna answer me?" But I didn't make a sound or move. I stayed put, imprinting my nails into the bottom of the solid wood. I could tell he was getting a bit frustrated with me but I didn't care, it was time that I let my bratty side come out and stay for a while.
I smirked at him.
Suddenly, he slammed his hand down onto the table next to us but I didn't flinch. His hand on my thigh flew up and aggressively grabbed my face. "Ah," I moaned softly. "Fuck y/n," he laughed, "look at you, trying to overpower me. You're so cute," he said menacingly and squeezed my cheeks. The inside of my mouth was pressing against my teeth and it made me wince in pain, but I still had to maintain my composure. Or so I thought.
He decided to let go. With a deep sigh, he proceeded to look down, "Why did you do it?"
I giggled. "Why did I do what?" I mocked and felt a tight grip on my left wrist. "You destroyed my whole room and hid my controllers..." He told me, as if I didn't know. I giggled again, but this time he caught me and pulled me up out of my seat.
Now I was the one looking down at him.
I saw his stern face soften into a smile, but it wasn't a genuine smile. No. It was a smile as if I was getting myself into some trouble I shouldn't want to get into. Then we were moving, but he was still carrying me. I looked back and saw we were heading into the direction of his room.
"Now," he said, "I want you to explain to me why you thought fucking with my stuff was a good idea." The submissive side in my body was begging to be let out, ready to spill the beans about why I had done what I did and avoid new territory, but I didn't let it. I couldn't let it. Instead I replied, "Because I can."
And with that, I felt my body being thrown onto the bed and saw him coming after me. I quickly turned around and started crawling towards the headboard, but he was too fast. Once my hand went up to grab the top of the headboard, I was being dragged back down by my ankles and my hand caught wind.
"You fuckin'," I felt my skirt being lifted up and my ass being slapped, "brat." I cried out in profound pain, balling my hands into fists. Berlin's breathing was heavier; his sounds became chilling. He sounded so angry, as if he was at his limit.
I had won.
I felt my panties starting to be pulled down my legs in a hurry and my ass positioned in the air. His body was on top of mine, his weight being put on me to make sure I was trapped under him. He spread my legs apart with his knee, sliding down my back and grabbing both of my wrists.
He groaned in excitement and whispered in my ear, "This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." I shivered, goosebumps covering my arms as his hot breath warmed the back of my ear. The pit of my stomach tightened in want.
He got off of me and started walking around the cluttered room. Bedsheets, pillows, clothes, the whole set up piled on his bedroom floor. My eyes darted towards the sound of handcuffs, making me feel worried. He only pulled the cuffs out on me once, and I wasn't able to walk for a few days after that.
"Alright," he sighed, the sound of the cuffs jingling making me jump. My open legs soon grew closer together. Click, "that's one ankle," click, "and that's two." Both of my feet were cuffed just a few feet from one another, and I tried to move my bottom half but I already came to a conclusion that I wasn't gonna be able to move. My fate was sealed.
"Please," I said in a pleading voice but was hushed by his hand covering my mouth. The sound of his belt being undone made me whimper, my hands now holding onto his arm. He chuckled. "No, don't beg now. You disrespected and disobeyed me. This is what happens when..." he trailed off silently.
