Fear And Theatrics

Chapter XI(Smut)

What happened that night

Izuku threw Hinata on the bed, careful not to damage her- yet at least. Flat on her back, Hinata gazed upon the boy, no, the man who was about to claim her virgin pride no remorse nor care. Usually, a couple would spend their first night, learning boundaries and working out their inexperience, but Izuku was a seasoned Hunter, ready for the arduous journey. A sense of fear welled inside Hinata, her imagination running wild with possibilities. Some painful, some more painful. She was now a prize. Here and now, she no longer called herself a girl, nor a woman. She a thing. His thing. His plaything.

Hinata POV

"In this room, I belong only to you. Do as you wish." I taunted, trying to hide my fears. "My dear, I'd suggesting holding your tongue, before making such claims." Rebutted the man of mist. Immediately locking my mouth, I could sense the impending danger. "Get up." He barked. I did as commanded, standing on my own two feet, yet again being reminded as to the height disparity between us. He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me, a young girl, to the ground on her knees. Using his index finger he lifted my head by the jaw. "What a pretty thing I've garnered." He cooed to my face. Gently pecking my lips, the ghastly mist barely caressing my inner mouth. He moved to my jawline, layering it with kisses whole moving down to my neck. I moaned silently, growing tired of his foreplay.

He was testing me.

He stood to full height and commanded, "Close, your eyes." Reluctantly, but immediately, I allowed my eyelids to encompass their namesake. I heard ruffling. The soft clanking of metal. A buckle. A belt.

He ushered me to open my eyes. He held a leather belt in his hand. "I apologize for the crudeness. If I had known that I'd be... training such a lovely specimen, I surely would've gone out and purchased nothing but the finest collar. So, once again, sorry my love." His apology felt... Genuine. A little condescending if I'm being honest. He wrapped it around my neck and tightened it so that it didn't choke me, but left little play. "But I will have to do. Now then." I felt his tug, I almost choked in surprise. He kneeled to my height and dragged the makeshift collar. He observed my eyes. He is still testing... No. Now he was judging.

He was judging whether I was ready. Evidently, it did not give full approval. "Are you uncomfortable?" He lowed. I shook my head. In response he tightened the belt, sealing it close to my neck. I grabbed it, almost having to beg my body for lung expansion.

"Better."

I looked down, embarrassed. "Do you wish to learn more about... the niceties of foreplay? Or would you like me to fuck your brains out?" I wanted to scream for him to take me. I wanted to jump in arms, never to be let go. But if I did so, I fear I may be punished.

Instead, like a good girl, I got on all fours and stuck my tongue out. Using what flexibility I had, I began wiggling my rear. I was a dog. I was his... bitch. He was my owner. He is my... Master. And I want Master to fuck his dirty, little, virgin bitch. "What a beautiful face you've made. Get up."

I somewhat reverently stood my feet. "Would you like me to undress you, my love?" He queried. I blushed, not daring to look him in the eyes. I was wearing spandex leggings and a t-shirt. Not hard to remove, but I wanted my Master to welcome my naked form. I nodded sheepishly.

Instead of a gentle removal, I was met with him ripping my shirt, exposing my bra-cased chest. "H-hey what the-" A tug at my collar bumped me into his chest. "I would suggest bending over." He croaked. A shiver ran through my spine. I daintily rotated. "With haste."

I disregarded the last of my dignity and quickly assumed the position, supporting myself with two arms on the bed. Again, using his... god... those giant, misty hands. Slipping two of his fingers into my mouth, he said nothing. Intuitively, I began suckling on them. Though giving me no physical pleasure, my mind was... pleased. At ease. A grace period.