V Oneshots (Devil May Cry 5)

Master (Abuse)

   "I've been good, I promise... Please, I need you..." I begged him with tears in my eyes. I sat at his feet, on my hands and knees, while he stood above me, arms crossed and scowling.
  "You've been good? Then what do you call disobeying me in front of Nero? That was you being good? You deserve nothing, but the cold, hard floor. You're down there where you belong." He rolled his eyes and scoffed, making sure I could hear his annoyed tone.
  "Please, V... I'm sorry... I'll be better!" I sank further into the ground and begged as if my life depended on it.
  "Excuse you? What did you just say?" He knelt down closer to me, anger evident in his voice. I looked up at him, startled by his sudden and swift movement.
  "Uhm... I'm sorry... Master..." I whimpered and squeaked out an apology. He smirked, and hummed in approval.
  "That's better. You forget your place quite often, my little slut. It's high time you remember where you stand in this world. After all, who's the one on their hands and knees, begging like a starved puppy?" He grabbed my face and squeezed hard, a mocking tone in his words.
  "I am... Master. It's me..." I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He scoffed and threw my head out of his hand as he stood up, knocking me off balance onto my side.
  "Pathetic little whore. So desperate for love, even when you know you'll not find it here. Your sole purpose in this world, is to be a hole I can fuck, and fill with my cum." He chuckled and grabbed my wrist, yanking me to my feet. I cried out from the pain of him holding my wrist so tightly.
  "Yes, sir?" I whispered without looking up from his feet.
  "Don't play dumb with me. You know where to go." He scoffed again, and yanked me towards him as he walked to the bedroom. I quietly followed him until I stood at the foot of the bed, awaiting his next order.
  "On the bed. On your stomach. I'm going to fuck your tight little asshole this time." He began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. They were on the floor in seconds, and I was on my knees yet again. At least this time it was a soft surface... I felt him get on the bed behind me, and I mentally prepared for him to fuck me. I felt his hands on my hips, and his hard cock touch my asshole. Suddenly he forced it inside me with nothing to lubricate me besides his own spit. I screamed in pain and began to immediately cry.
  "Shut the fuck up. It hurt a little, so what?" He dug his nails into my hips as hard as he could to quiet me, no doubt drawing blood. After fully entering me, he began slamming into me, groaning with every thrust. I bit down on my pillow so I wouldn't scream in pain anymore and make him even more mad.
  "See? This is your life, the only thing you're good at... Being a little fucking whore for me! You'll never know what it feels like to be loved... Never know anything but my cum filling every single one of your holes until they can't take it anymore!" He thrusted harder and harder with every word, forcing me to hold onto the headboard so I wouldn't fall over.
I prayed for it to just end already, put a stop to the pain. He slammed into me one last time and finally stopped, after what felt like an eternity.
  "Fuck..." Was all he said as he came inside of my abused hole, and on my back.
  "Go clean yourself up, and get out of my face. I have no interest in watching you cry like a child." He pulled himself off of me and turned his back towards me on the bed. I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I wiped his cum off of me, and also saw blood. After seeing it, I stepped into the shower and slid to the floor sobbing. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered what I did to deserve this tortured life.