David
You'd known teasing David would end in a punishment for you. You'd known this the whole time it took you to change into your prettiest set of lingerie, prop up your camera, lay out on the mattress, and take an erotic set of photos of yourself, a hand between your spread thighs. You'd known when you'd picked the most enticing one of the bunch, when you had took The finish Polaroids and put them into David's jacket. David had went to grab a pack of cigarettes for the store when he felt into his pocket for cash and found the pictures after he paid for his cigarettes with a clenched jaw he went straight to the nearest phone and called you. You had answered the call trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Hey baby" you said and all he said was "I'll be home in ten minutes."
What you hadn't known is just how angry David would be. You were waiting by the door for him, still wearing the lingerie, with a coy smirk on your face. But when the doorknob rattled and the door flew open and the tall, imposing form of your boyfriend stepped inside, your heart skipped a beat. You weren't expecting to see his jaw set quite so firmly, his nostrils flared with anger, a cold yet burning fury in his eyes.
You were so caught off guard that as David set down his keys, his other hand in a fist, curling and uncurling at his side, you turned tail.
You hear a low, terrifying growl of "little brat" from behind you as your feet make you fly down the hall. David's heavy, boot footsteps follow right behind, making your blood run cold.
"Get back here!" His voice is raised, and you can hear that despite his long legged strides you've made up some distance between you. The realization spurs you on.
You pass through a door and manage to throw it closed behind you without losing any time, and you sprint up the stairs, triumphing when you hear David's frustrated growl as he's forced to fumble with the knob.
By the time David gets the door open and makes his way upstairs you've ducked into the spare bedroom a couple doors down the hall and slipped under the large bed. The duvet hangs down over the side of the mattress, leaving only a narrow open gap above the floor.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear the tap of his boots against the hardwood floor. He's stalking around slowly now, checking for you inside the rooms you passed by.
"Come on out, Y/n. You know what you did, and 'm not gonna let you get away with it. Might as well come face it now, hm? I'm only gonna get angrier." You hear him calling out as he searches, voice eerily cold and calm, something you know is a bad sign. Despite the truth of his words your nerves keep you from revealing yourself, and you stay pressed to the floor under the bed, peeking out at the floor of the hallway.
Your breath hitches when his feet come into view, only able to see his shoes and the bottoms of his jeans from your place beneath the bed. You hold your breath as he walks into the room you're in, turning to open the closet and check inside.
"Where are you, you little slut?" He growls, closing the door when he finds the closet empty and pacing over to the bed, his feet inches from your face. You let out a soft gasp when he pauses and crouches down, making him chuckle lowly.
"Is bunny hiding under the bed?" He coos mockingly, his voice that which you can picture the predatory grin on his face. "Isn't that adorable. Well, it's time to come out, little girl. If you do I'll take it easy on ya. I may even decide against the belt."
"No, please," you whimper out, the words almost a whisper. David clicks his tongue.
"No? You don't want the belt? Well come on out, then." His voice is somewhere near a coo- though it's still dark and taunting- and part of you wants nothing more than to give in. But you've come too far, and fearful anticipation grips too strongly at your heart for you to willingly crawl out to your own doom.
"No." You whimper out again, slinking backwards when you see David's hand reach out to pull up the duvet.
"Y/n." More and more irritation is bleeding into his tone. He peers under the bed, his angry expression making blood pound in your ears.
"No!" You cry out, turning around and making to army crawl the width of the king-sized bed, hoping to press against the wall as far from David as you can. You yelp when you feel long fingers curl around your ankle in a firm, bruising grip.
You nearly scream as David yanks you back, easily dragging your form out from under the bed as you helplessly scramble against the floor in an attempt to get away.
Your struggle proves useless, as in an instant David has you out on the floor below him. He lets go of your ankle in favor of grabbing your wrists, easily manhandling them behind your back and holding them down with one hand. He pins you to the floor like this, your heart thrumming in your chest against the hard wood below you, and he leans down to growl in your ear.
"Was it worth the fight, bunny?" You shiver at his low, dangerous tone, his warm breath fanning over your skin. You squirm, but his tight hold doesn't let up- he has you at his mercy beneath him, cornered like prey. "Cause all your little game of chase did was piss me off."
