𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? ♡︎

𝑡𝑒𝑛

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-Andrèa POV

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"Andrèa I told you I'm the dominant one," he started.

"Well, not today Riddle" I say walking closer before straddling him again.

I wrap my hand around his throat one more time, "Are you going to be a good boy, darling?" I ask him.

"No Andr-"

I squeeze his throat harder, "Listen to mommy Mattheo." I said in a demanding tone.

I see his eyes go a shade darker and a small smirk comes to his face, "Yes mommy" he said making me match his smirk.

"Good boy, such a good boy for mommy. Aren't you?"

"Only for you" he says before our lips meet.

I break the kiss and take off his shirt.

I peck his lips once more before I tie his hands to my four-post.

I kiss down his neck, down his chest.

I walk away once more, "Andr-"

"Mattheo that's not my name tonight." I said grabbing a small bag with white powder from the bureau.

When I turn back around, I see him rolling his eyes.

"Mattheo..." I say walking back over to my bed before straddling him again.

"Yes, Andrèa?"

I grabbed his face harshly, "What did I tell you Mattheo?" I ask him moving closer, "That's not my fucking name. Do you understand?"

He nodded, "Yes".

"Yes, what?"

"Yes mommy"

I peck his lips, "Good boy"

I kiss down his body one more time before opening the bag and pouring some powder in a line onto his abs.

I bring my face close to the white substance and snorted the powder.

Mattheo's eyes were stuck on me the entire time.

I throw my head back and wipe under my nose.

"Fuck" I say as I feel the drug start to kick in.

I hear Mattheo groan before I look at him again.

"Oh, Mattheo... what am I going to do with you?" I ask with my eyes mixed with lust and coke.

He lets out a whimper that makes me smirk, "Whatever you want mommy..."

I let out a slight laugh. "Theo, do you trust me?" I ask.

"Of course"

"Good" I say smirking, "Accio knife".

With that, a pocket knife drops into my hand.

I slowly glide the tip of the knife down his body, "I don't want to hear any noise." I say.

I apply more pressure in certain spots, making beads of blood form.

Once I get to his stomach, I bring the knife back up to his chest.

"Give me a safe word Mattheo"

"Pina-colada"

I laugh a little bit at the safe word before I start to carve something into his chest.