Stay Beneath Him (INCOMPLETE) (Levi x Reader Fanfiction)

98: Corporal Punishment

  The door shut, prompting Levi to finally set you on your feet. Straightening up, you faced him in a terrifyingly still moment of silence, waiting for his next command or attack.

  "Strip."

  "No way."

  "Strip."

  "Make me."

  In the next instant you were slammed against the wall, Levi's hand around your neck. You choked in his hold, writhing uselessly as his other hand was already tugging up your shirt. He successfully lifted it just above your breasts, then devoted both hands to tearing it over your head and off your arms before you could stop him. Throwing it aside, he returned to your body with agile hands that snatched your wrist and shoulder and turned you around, shoving your chest into the wall as he twisted your arm.

  "S-stop! Let go!" Your demands fell on deaf ears as he was purely focused on undoing your bra clasp, fidgeting with one hand for a few moments before eventually having to abandon your arm to use both, successfully unclasping it before you could retaliate. With a fistful of hair, he pulled you back towards him and hooked a finger between the cups of your bra, yanking the straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down your arms and to the floor.

  "There. Sorry I couldn't make you, but we reached the same end either way." Levi then secured a hold on your wrist and led you the few feet to the suspension frame. He dragged one of the Victorian chairs closer, then stepped on its cushion and raised your arm up, your body having to rise as well to follow your elevated wrist.

  "W-wait, you're just going to-- oh!" you gasped as he looped one of the upper restraints around your wrist, securing the buckle before leaning over to the other side of your body to do the same. The leather cuffs were far more comfortable that the sharp bite of metal handcuffs, wrapping gently around your skin with an almost soothing touch. You tugged, and they prevented freedom, but not agonizingly so.

  "I have a room to explore, and I need you stationary while I do so. You're not leaving until you've been well and truly punished." Levi climbed off his chair and pushed it away, making sure you had no stool to support yourself on. 

  Balancing on your toes, you stood taut with your wrists secured above you, the overhead restraints high enough to barely match your extended height. Match my height? You looked beyond the horizontal bar at the rope affixing it to the frame, a rope that had been situated with knots that could surely be adjusted. This was already set up to fit me. Set up beforehand. 

  You didn't have time to think on it before Levi's leering eyes reminded you of your situation. "They are rather pretty on you," he commented. You felt a little embarrassed to once again be seminude without a chance to hide yourself, but this shyness was muted by Levi's calmer demeanor. He was restraining from snippy insults--for now, at least--and instead took a loving, almost curious approach to your new position.

  The leather restraints bizarrely reminded you of Erwin, the way his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists with cushioned strength whereas Levi's thin fingers were as biting as the metal handcuffs you had been subjected to previously. Plus, everything in the room was Erwin's. Everything reminded you of Erwin, even if it was Levi utilizing it.

  "Oh. One more thing." Levi reached for your pants button, undoing it and unzipping the zipper before tugging your jeans down. You pretty much let him, growing increasingly indifferent to being exposed in front of him. "There," he asserted as he stood up. "That looks better."

  "You leaving those on?" you asked as you glanced at your panties.

  "Yes. For now." He folded up your jeans and set them on the nearby chair, then did the same to your strewn shirt and bra.