City Of Need

1 🖤 Brutal

I've been winding you up all day.
'Disobedient,' that's what you called me, on the phone earlier when I refused to come at the time you stated, and instead moved it back by half an hour. I didn't need to do that. At least, not for the convenience of time. But I did need to wake the wolf today.

Today is a day when I need the pain.

It's been a hell of a week. My family is trying to pull me back in. My father sends gifts, my brothers send threats, all of them are being useless. They don't know me well enough to send gifts or threats. That only works if you know how someone ticks.

Strangely it's only you that know that. You who I just met a month ago. Jack Ramona, you have been one step ahead of me ever since we met. But tonight I'm going to get the better of you. I feel it in my bones.

But right now, standing on your doorstep, wearing my collar, and not very much else, under my navy trench coat, I trust you to give me the punishment that I'm so desperately craving.

I need to be out of my head for a while. To not think. To not have to make decisions. To not have to answer five thousand questions an hour.

I lift my finger to the doorbell, but before I have a chance to press down, the door flies open, loud music jumps out at me, and your hand is in my hair, pulling me through the door, before I even see your face.

'Get on the fucking ground.' If your command was a colour it would be vantablack.

I drop to my knees, my hands in the air. Fuck. Did I go too far?

'I'm going to put you in a cage, Little Doll. You need to learn how to behave.'

I dare to raise my eyes to yours, and see that glint...

Fuck. I haven't just woken the wolf, I've woken the devil.

I watch your jaw tick, muscles tense, and suddenly you're moving fast, ripping the trench coat from me, wrapping your hand into my hair and dragging me across the floor.

I try and lash out, but only manage to hit at air. You dump me back on my knees at the foot of the cage, then push my head to the ground, pull my arms behind me, and I hear the rip of electrical tape.

Should I use the safe word? But no, because underneath my veneer of fear, lays something else. A feeling I want. It's excitement, bound up with fear and anticipation.

The tape is wrapped around my wrists.

Tight.

I pant into the floor boards as my shoulder muscles burn. Then you pull me upwards by my hair so fast that I scream, 'No.' just as you push a leather bit into my mouth, flick up my hair and tie the straps at the back.

My tongue is pushed down and immediately my throat feels dry. I could click my fingers and all this would stop. But, Jesus, I need this.

I hear the click as you attach the leash to my collar. Owning me. It makes me feel safe to be owned by you. That may sound strange, but it does nonetheless.

I know you will never hurt me, not unless I want you to. And I do want you to. I want you to take over my senses, and quiet my mind, so that all I can concentrate on is this moment. And then on the next moment. This is what I need.

My air is restricted as you pull my leash upwards, bringing me up to a kneeling position. You hold your looped belt in your hands. I wasn't even aware that you'd taken it off.

You loop the belt around my chin and your eyes glint. Demonic darkness sparkles in you and I whimper at the feel of the belt on my skin.

'Oh my beautiful, needy, little whore. You love this don't you?'