"What do I have to do to make you understand not to disobey me?" The threatening tone came muffled to your ears as waves of intermittent pleasure clashed over your naked and bruised figure. Spit ran down your chin, your slacked jaw stuttered when another one of your many orgasms were denied by the man in front of you.
"I-I... I'm sorry p...please i c-cant take it anymore" you begged. However, it fell upon deaf ears. "And what have you done to earn your release?" He questioned. His electrocuting eyes cascaded lightnings on your restricted body, red ropes tights around your very being.
"I'll be a good girl! I swear I'll be- ngh~" "have you now? From what I remember, good girls don't let their coworkers smack their ass for 'fun'" he spat out, venomous, which only made your core tighten even more. He slapped your thigh harshly, leaving yet another red mark behind.
You recall the events that happened just before this whole mess: fatui harbinger 11, known as Childe, has always had a problem with yours and Scaramouche's relationship. He was mostly annoyed with the way his superior had always been treating him as less than him so he decided to fuck around with Scara's most prized possession, you. He had 'jokingly' slapped your ass and it seemed that your reaction did not please your boyfriend enough. "Such a whore" he chanted repeatedly as he dragged you in this supposedly torture room.
You were about to retort, telling him how unfair he was being even though you had not-so-nicely pushed Tartaglia away, slapping him on top of it. Sensing your change in attitude the fatui strutted over you yanking the blind fold off your teary eyes. Your once furrowed brows softened after seeing his purple eyes boring holes in yours.
"Anything you'd like to say?" He threatened, slowly tracing the outline of your jaw with his knuckles. His eyebrows rose, expecting your answer. You blushed, stuttering all over your tongue as you were forced back into submission. Scaramouche smirked "good. Keep your mouth shut" and with that he started the vibrator again, playing with your breasts in the meantime.
You panted out his name, tears staining your face. Oh, you don't know the effect you had on him. You drove him feral, he just wanted to rip you out of the ropes and pound into you until you don't remember anything but him, him and only him. The way you screamed his name brought him a different sort of pleasure. It inflated his ego. He knew you were his and you knew it too. A girl people would have fought over if he hadn't put his claim on you from the first time you stepped into the cruel world of the fatui. You were his forever. It wasn't your decision to make.
His fingers pinched your nipples hard as low jolts of electricity exuded from them. You screamed in pleasure, saliva pooling at your mouth as your lips turned into a smile. You nearly hyperventilated. "Fffuuuuuuuucccckkkkk- agh- yes! Yes please yes!" You tugged at the ropes, feeling the need to touch him. You need to touch him.
