▼ Night ▼ [Femdom Oneshots]

Cry harder

Trigger warning: This chapter features an intense scene of consensual non-consent/r*pe play. It also features gaslighting and toxic relationship for storytelling purposes. If there are any viewers uncomfortable with the subject matter in this chapter, please message me and it will be promptly removed. The author does not support or condone sexual violence.

Contains: bloodplay, pegging, CNC, Mdlb, and somno

Cole's tears sat on the precipice of his lashes as he buried his face into his pillow. The frustration heating deep in his blood was overshadowed by a deeper sense of shame. He raised his thumb to his mouth, tracing his lips with it, contemplating whether or not he should give in to his old habit. He needed her right now, to calm him, to pacify him, but he couldn't face her given what he had just done.

The relative silence of the house was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. He didn't lift his head, but he knew exactly what she was doing.

Shaking her umbrella, removing her boots, loosening her tie, lighting her cigarette, standing outside the bedroom door.

A knock on the bedroom door disturbed him out his thoughts. She walked in, a breeze of cigarette smoke trailing behind her.

"You stole blood from someone again, didn't you?"

Cole lifted his head from his pillow, his reddened lips parting slightly in attempt to explain himself. She interrupted him.

"What was it this time?"

She roughly grabbed his arm and yanked him up to his feet and held his body against her chest.

"Julia please—"
"Shut your mouth, your dirty bloodstained mouth."
Julia muttered against his skin.

"Did you charm them into getting them alone, lure them into an alleyway, pin them against a wall?"

She backed him into the wall and pinned his wrists with one of her hands.

"Did you start by kissing their lips then slowly migrate down to their chin...their neck."
She whispered in between kisses.

Cole's body shuttered. Every instinct within him wanted to fight her, but every time he tried, he could never win. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

"You sunk your teeth into their soft flesh and when they tried to resist you, you hurt them harder. Didn't you?"

Julia knotted her hands in his hair and yanked. Hard.
Cole gasped as she forced him to look at the ceiling.

"Yes ma'am."
Cole stuttered between uneven breaths.

Julia leaned her head on Cole's chest, the sensation of her throaty laughter reverberating across his skin. She pressed her face into his ribs, her chuckle becoming maniacal. He could feel her, smelling his blood through his skin. She needed it, to hear his heartbeat thump in her ears, to feel his chest rapidly rise and fall. She needed to know that she made him fear her. And she was not ashamed to admit she got off to it.

"I get to hurt you now. You know the rules. Anything you do to a civilian, I get to do to you."
She was full on laughing now.

She clawed at his clothes as Cole hopelessly accepted his penance. Even in punishment it felt so good when it was her punishing him. The familiar sensation of want welled up inside of her. Every part of his being wanted her, even his blood wanted to be between her lips.