The View// JeongChan FF

30. Danger (Smuuuuuut)

(OK this chapter comes with a trigger warning. There are going to be some gruesome details, and scenes of a very sexual nature. Please don't read if you're squeamish, or afraid of some heavy BDSM, it's also going to be slightly longer than usual because it's been ages since I updated)

"You want to see the real me Innie?" I whispered as I circled him with the long slender stick firmly in my grasp. I ran the riding crop under his chin, before slapping it against his chest. He flinched and a whimper escaped him. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"I-I-"

Thwack.

"Now, now. I didn't give you permission to speak." The bright pinky purple welts appearing on his skin, and his incessant whimpering were like painting a canvas whilst listening to your favourite music. Soothing, and addictive beyond your wildest dreams.

"Chan, I didn't agree to this!" He practically yelled.

I picked up the ball gag and gently ran the strap across his face. If he wasn't going to be quiet, I would make sure he couldn't talk.

"Don't worry Innie. I'm not going to do any lasting damage. At least not tonight." I pressed the red ball into his relunctant mouth and fastened the leather strap tightly around his head. His breathing was heavy, and he whined slightly as he adjusted the ball in his mouth.

I hummed a tune as I circled him, like a predator waiting to strike, and take down my prey.

"Your safe word is pass. Shame you won't be able to use it." I whispered into his ear. I ran the riding crop under his chin and slammed in down on his back. He moaned, and I could see he was finally relaxing into his role. The little sub, who was all mine.

I switched to my blade and ran the side of the cold metal down his cheek. This was my favourite part. I decided to give him his sight back so he could see the beautiful artwork I was about to carve into his beautiful, virgin skin. He winced at the lights and blinked a few times before he recognised my new toy. His eyes widened, but he didn't look afraid. I didn't like that.

"You excited my perfect little fox? I'm about to make sure no one ever thinks they can take you again." He rolled his head back, and stared up at the plain white ceiling. I set about my work, and couldn't help grinning from ear to ear as the first drop of blood formed on his skin.

"See Innie, last time I was like this, I almost killed someone. I should thank you really though. This is positively liberating. I finally feel like myself again." The warm crimson liquid ran down his torso, and pooled on the leather chair, before dripping onto the floor. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as the pain caused by the blade and freshly open wounds spread through his body.

His face was screwed up and contorted in pain as the beautiful artwork appeared on him. I reached out and ran my finger across his slightly sweaty blood stained torso and rubbed the liquid together between my finger and thumb. I smirked as his eyes met mine, and I saw the glint there.

The one only another psychopath would recognise. It was a challenge. He wanted me to take this further.

"Oh my poor little boy. You're going to regret looking at me like that." I winked and blindfolded him once more before picking up my favourite belt. I released his hands and pushed him forwards until his hands were by his ankles, and bound him once more. His strained breathing was loud and I could see him shaking as the mixture of pain and anticipation spread through him.

I ran my fingers down his spine and watched the goosebumps spread across his back. The sound of the leather smacking his skin, followed by his moans were positively erotic. I needed to hear him now. I reached over and released him from the ball gag, and waited for his panting to slow down slightly.