Down bad (Taylor Swift x Female reader)

Part 3. Settling in

Over the next few days, Taylor was busy with Eras tour shows, so she didn't spend much time with you. The only time you saw her was when she popped her head in at mealtimes to ask what you wanted to eat, and occasionally to check how you were going. However, now it was the weekend, and she had a couple of days free from doing much, so she was going to make the most of it. 

"Morning," Taylor strode in, and you smiled excitedly at her. She sat down on the bed next to where you were laying and untied your hands and legs, which you stretched out for the first time in days. She took your hands in her own and inspected your wrists gently- they were rubbed raw from the handcuffs which tied you to the bed. She rubbed her thumbs over the damage, pressing her lips to where you skin had broken. 
"I'm sorry these hurt you princess, but you know I had to," 

"I know..." You shrugged. You hated being tied up, but at the same time you understood why she had to do it. She couldn't trust that you wouldn't try and escape, so whenever she wasn't spending time with you you had to remain tied up. As you rubbed your sore wrists some more, she placed some food in front of you- if you were being honest you were probably more nourished while kidnapped than you had been prior. 

"I was thinking, and if you're a good girl, then I can probably allow you out of the basement soon, maybe the start of next week?" She offered. You nodded excitedly. "You would only be allowed out when I'm here though, and I'd need to be with you wherever you go," 

"I'm not a dog," You muttered under your breath. She caught what you said but pretended not to, livid inside at you speaking back to her but concealing it. She took your chin in her hand and forced you to look at her. 

"What did you say?" She asked menacingly. 

"N-nothing, sorry," You felt your face go red out of embarrassment and fear. 

"I said what did you say?" You felt her hand tighten, still around your jaw but lingering dangerously close to your neck. "We talked about not answering my questions pretty girl," 

"I- I said I'm, not a dog," Your voice quivered as you answered her question, you were caught, because you knew if you repeated what you said you would get in trouble, but you also knew that not answering her question would get you in trouble. Her gaze hardened and her fingers slipped down to be lower, clenching around your neck. Not so tightly you couldn't breathe, but tight enough that it posed a threat. 

"Oh baby you've got it all wrong," She tutted, voice low. "I'm being nice by letting you out of here- and as for feeling like a dog? I don't care what you feel like. You'll be a dog if I want you to be a dog." 

That's hot 

You blushed at the statement, however dirtily she implied it being how dirtily you received it. You bit your lip, looking up at her innocently. 

"Don't bite your lip, or I'll do it for you," She warned. You bit your lip again. "You're really asking for it today baby girl, aren't you?" You knew that acting the brat would only get you worse consequences, but in all honestly that was what you wanted anyways. So, when she ordered you to stand up, what did you do? 

You laid back down of course!

A/N I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I WILL GIVE YOU SMUT NEXT PART I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO WRITE IT RIGHT NOW ITS NOT FLOWING I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT