Arny and Danny Imagines

Limits

A/N: TW/ Blood play, knife play, degradation, mentions/descriptions of c*tting and blood

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Brianna had pushed her limits and Danny had enough. He slammed the front door with more force than was necessary, staring at his phone and breathing heavily. That picture she had sent while he was out with his friends was the last straw.

She was in his favorite lingerie. A black set with a bra, panties and garters. She had cropped out the top half of her face, only showing the playful smirk on her lips and the position she would soon regret teasing him with.

He took off his shoes and paced the living room for a few moments, thinking of a punishment for her, quietly debating on the toys he wanted to use. A paddle, definitely. He was using nylon rope tonight. He wanted to leave marks that were going to last a few days so he would need to...

He smirked as he realized what she had pushed him to. He stormed towards the bedroom, removing his shirt and belt along the way, carrying his belt with him. He intended to use the buckle end tonight but for a much different reason.

He saw the bedroom door open ever so slightly and decided to open it the rest of the way with a kick. She jumped at the loud noise, ruining the composure she had attempted to maintain. He stood in the doorway, staring at her for a long moment in heated desire. She began to get off the bed.

"Knees. Now." Her face paled as she finally registered his expression before dropping her phone on the floor and kneeling on the ground. She bowed her head and placed her hands on her thighs. He walked over to her while slapping the belt buckle against his thigh.

As he picked up her phone, he noticed with satisfaction that her hands were shaking. He turned her phone off and set it on the nightstand before doing the same with his own. No distractions.

"I've been way too lenient with you. You've forgotten your place. I think I need to remind you where you belong." Danny said with a dark tone as he walked towards the closet. He pulled open the double doors, walking over to the left side, where he kept their toys.

He grabbed black nylon rope and a paddle that had the word 'slut' engraved on it, both of which were hanging from the wall. He then turned towards the dresser that they had built into the wall. From the top drawer he pulled a blindfold and smiled darkly as he bent down to the bottom drawer, pulling out a special black dagger. He checked the edges carefully for any sign of rust or damage, pleased to see that there was none. He hadn't needed to use it in a while but he had also been taking care of it for an occasion like this.

He walked back into the main room, closing the closet doors behind him. She hadn't moved, her breathing slow and even. He set the other toys on the bed next to her while holding onto the dagger. He then moved until he was in front of her before crouching down, playing with the tip of the knife.

"You know...I don't like being teased. I don't like when my pretty little toy forgets who she belongs to. What's missing from your outfit?" Her hand twitched but other than that she stayed perfectly still and silent. He smirked.

"Look at you. Look at what I can make you do for me. And there's so much more in store for you tonight...you have no idea how much trouble you're in." She gasped lightly, her breaths becoming unsteady as he gently dragged the edge of the knife along her arm.

"Safewords before we begin." He demanded.

"Green is okay, yellow is a break, red is stop...Green." She whispered shakily, adding her current color on the end for good measure. He nodded, a look of fake surprise crossing my face.

"Oh, so you can follow directions." He said quietly amused. He moved the knife under one of the straps on her shoulder before quickly cutting through it and causing her hands to twitch again. He repeated the same thing on the other side and she remained still this time.