Dracula Teeth (MILEX)

.

POV Alex

Maybe it was wrong for him to be so aggressive with me but I wanted to be slapped around. I know so many people would think 'what the fuck was wrong with you' if they ever knew how we got off. But I've always been like this. Maybe I am fucked up but, god, did I love it when he was fucking angry. His dark eyes swirled with lust and violence, the vein in his neck pulsed when I sassed him back, the way his brows furrowed and his lips curled into a smirk. He knew when to stop, he knew my boundaries. And most importantly, he always knew how to make me feel safe afterwards.

My eyes were covered with the softest black velvet, I could see the tiniest amount of light peaking through underneath. My wrists hurt from the rope that pulled them tightly against the bed, the cold iron frame pressed against my bare back. I felt ridiculously exposed. I heard Miles say something under his breath, I longed to know what he had planned for me. God I wanted to see his damn face. Suddenly, I felt the scratch of calloused fingertips trace around my gold chain before they wrapped around my neck. I involuntarily let out a moan as I gripped at the ropes that bound my hands. I felt his breath against my cheek, his large hand tightened its grip around my throat.

"Look at you.." He whispered in his thick scouser accent as I felt his other hand trace up my thigh, chills running down my spine. I felt my member pulse at his touch. His voice was dark. I knew I was in for it tonight.

"Dirty fucking slut." He hissed as he dug his nails into my thigh, my toes curled. I could feel my eyes starting to roll back from his grip on my neck.
"Are you goin' to be good for me?"

I didn't respond, solely wanting to see his reaction. Some would say I'm a bit of a brat. Within minutes of me not responding Miles ripped the blindfold from my face and placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangled into my hair as he pulled it taught. My mouth fell open as my head was jerked backwards.

"Don't make me ask again, Al." His dark deep set eyes searched my face as if he was trying to burn holes through my skin with his vision. His brows were heavy and furrowed, he was getting impatient.
I couldn't help but smile.
Miles shook his head in displeasure, I could see a hint of excitement gleam in his eye. Though he might not seem like it, I knew he liked it when I retaliated.
Sadistic bastard.

I raised by brows as I waited for him to ask again, finally being able to gaze upon my handsome lover. He still had the majority of his clothes on. His arms looked absolutely heavenly in his white tank, his toned legs clad with a pair of well fitted trousers.

"Okay then." Miles said as he released my hair, his hand returning to his lap.

"Are you–" he paused for a little extra effect, dramatic one he. "going to be good for me?"

I thought for a second, already knowing how I would respond. I shook my head, the grin on my face still ever present. Miles swiftly struck me across my cheek with the palm of his hand, small stinging sensations prickling at the surface of my skin. I continued to smile, I knew I was making him angry.

"You want to be a little fucking brat?" Miles hissed as he unlatched his belt, quickly sliding out out from the loops. "I'll treat you like a fucking brat. Flip over." Miles demanded.

I struggled to flip over with my hands tied to the bed frame, eventually I was able to roll over well enough to my side where Miles could reach what he was hoping for. Promptly, Miles gripped at my ass and readied his belt.

"How many times do you think you deserve?" Miles asked, not really caring about what number I'd pick, his fingers grazed my backside as he waited my response. The anticipation was almost killing me.