Bancroft - Peaky Blinders Reverse Harem x Reader

Chapter 46

Tw: this chapter got dark y'all, bdsm, gunplay, trauma healing ig??? This isn't gonna be for everyone, pls don't read if it's not your thing

"He's going to kill me for this," Michael says as we enter his room. "Do you realise that? I'm going to end up dying for you."

My voice shakes. "Respectfully, if he's fucking Lizzie Stark, he's not going to do a thing."

"Let me make one thing very clear," he tells me.

He's wearing a shirt tucked into his trousers, a tie around his throat. I see the muscles of his neck move when he speaks, the way his shirt is tight at his shoulders but hangs loose from his waist.

"I am doing this because I have wanted to for a long, long time," he says. "In my mind, if this happens now, it happened weeks ago."

"Yes," I whisper.

His eyes darken. "I've wanted to make you submit to me ever since you brought up my model planes."

"Understood," I tell him.

"Ada dropped a set round, in the end. I had to build it in front of mum while she cried and said what a clever boy I am."

I bite my lip. Somehow, even in my present state, Michael's returning me to the smallest sense of normalcy. "But you are a clever boy," I tell him.

He shakes his head, and the look on his face is enough to wipe the smile from mine. "That may work on the others," he says. "But in here, you submit to me. In here, you relinquish all control." He steps forward and brings a hand to hold my jaw. "In here, I own you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Yes, sir," he orders.

"There's no need to call me sir," I tell him.

With a tug of pain, his fist wraps around my hair and he pulls my head back, exposing my throat.

He leans in and whispers into my ear, "each time you talk back, it's going to be worse for you." I gulp, and his eyes flash. "That's right. Apologise."

"I'm sorry, sir," I whisper.

"On your knees."

I do as he says.

"Close your eyes."

I hear a wardrobe door open, and then I feel silk fall over my forehead, and he blindfolds me, tying the knot at the back of my head. I try to open my eyes, and I'm stopped by the tight ribbon, seeing only blackness.

"Take off your clothes."

"But, but I'm—"

"I don't fucking care," he says. "Take them off."

When I'm finally naked, he brings my wrists together, and I feel the scratch of a rope as he ties them. I don't dare speak.

"Good," he says when he's done. "Now, bend forward. Onto your elbows."

I inhale shakily. If any of the others came home, if Tommy knew this was happening—

"Now," Michael demands in a low voice.

I do as he says, and no sooner have my elbows touched the ground than I feel the sharp sting of a wooden paddle across my ass. I cry out, more in shock than pain, and before I can recover, he does it again.

"Do you realise what your problem is?" He asks.

"I don't know," I whimper.

He hits with the paddle again, harder, and I cry out once more.