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Different Pain

(A/N request from bail3y-3rin This is hetero so if you came for gay give me a few days and I'll come up with something good. May or may not be based around this NSFW pain kink)

Bailey's POV

I blinked up at the ceiling above me, trying to catch my breath. I could hear him playing with handcuffs, but I didn't dare move. It was just another night. Another Tuesday night.

I felt his hand rest on my stomach, and he put down the handcuffs. "Won't you be a little darling and strip for me?" he asked, his deep voice making me tingle with excitement. I pushed myself up with my hands and smiled, playing with the black frilly ribbons on my bra. "Your wish, master."

I slipped off the bra straps and reached back to unclip the bra. I undid the three clamps and let the bra fall down on to my lap. I moved on to my panties, twisting the black bows with my fingers. "You play too much." he said, popping his knuckles and watching me intently. I smiled seductively and pulled my underwear down slightly, showing off my hipbone. "I thought you wanted to play." I trilled, slipping my underwear down more.

I saw a glint of silver metal out of the corner of my eye, and I pulled them down the rest of the way, kicking them off. He pressed me back and crawled on top of me, staring down at my face. I obediently lifted my arms above my head, allowing him to cuff me to the bed. The metal was cold and hugged my wrists tightly, a feeling that I used to find painful; it's still painful, just a good kind of pain.

He kissed my neck and trailed kisses down until he was kidding my chest. I felt teeth latch around my nipple and he bit down hard; I winced but the pain was only for a moment, he began to trail kisses down to my belly button. I looked up at the ceiling and closes my eyes, waiting for whatever came next. I heard him get off the bed, footsteps walking around the room. A drawer opened, even though I don't remember a dresser in the room. He closed the drawer and I heard him walk back to me, and I opened my eyes.

I eyed the whip he held in his hand, letting it rest on the bed lightly. I looked into his piercing blue eyes, and he smirked. "Scream my name every time." I nodded and clenched my eyes, prepared for the sharp feeling of leather to hit me.

The whip came down on my hip, the stinging pain shooting from end to end of my body; a loud cracking sound could be heard, but was muffled by the sound of my screaming. "Andy!"

Andy. Andy Sixx. Andy Biersack. Andy Black. He was called many different names, over time they started just called him Andy. I only called him Andy outside of, well, situations like this. I knew he would whip me again, for I said Andy. Not 'Master'.

I felt the whip hit me again, and I screamed again, "Master!" He smiled and lifted the whip again. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Eight whips across my hips and thighs, each one stinging more than the one before it; I could feel the blood begin to trickle down my legs, and I shivered. Andy crawled on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. "Did it hurt?"

I swallowed and blinked shakily, "Yes, Master." He smiled, not a smile I was so used to seeing, but one I had to see. I arched my back and looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Master?" He nodded and leaned forward, his crotch coming closer to my face; he unlocked the handcuffs and I stared at his erection, trying to not wince at the pain in my wrists. He placed the handcuffs on the bed and placed his hands on either side of me; I moaned as he grinded his hips into mine, his member poking through my thighs.

"Open." ordered Andy, his eyes narrowed. I parted my legs enough to let him thrust into me, a moan escaping my lips. He pushed into me again, the feeling taking over my senses and the pain drifting away. I stared up at him, but his pretty blue eyes were closed; he was more focused on pushing in and out of me rather than looking at me. I stuck out my lower lip in a pout, but continued to move my hips in rhythm with his.

Andy's eyes flicked open and he stared at me. With one hand I reached to the back of his neck, pulling him close to me. I kissed him, not a kiss with tongue, but a genuine kiss. His eyes widened and he pulled away, grabbing my hips with his hands. He threw me over so I was laying on my stomach, then he plunged into me. I smirked, knowing the kiss made him blush.

Andy pushed in and out of me, the feeling making my walls feel tighter. I felt myself get closer, and I could hear Andy panting behind me. He was close too, and I knew it would only be a matter of seconds until he came. With one more thrust, he moaned and pulled out of me, spraying onto my back. I pushed two of my fingers inside me and pressed against my g-spot. I felt myself lose all sense as I orgasmed, letting out a small moan.

Andy flopped down on the bed beside me, placing a hand on his chest to slow down his breathing. I threw my arm around him and kissed his cheek, trying to calm him down. He pushed me away and sat up, looking down at me. "That hurts, Bailey. Don't kiss me." he said, his voice cracking with exhaustion.

I blinked and sighed, "Why?" He closed his eyes and stood up, "I can't hurt someone I love." I sat up, reaching for his hand. I grabbed it and held it for a moment, but then he pulled away.

His eyes were filled with sadness and regret. He glanced at the bleeding whip wounds on my thighs but shivered and looked away. I hung my head and heard him walk to the door, hastily pulling his pants up.

"Andy?" I asked, hoping he would respond. I heard the door swing open, "I can't let you call me that."

The door clicked close. I buried my face into my pillow and slowly crawled under the covers.

This pain wasn't like the blood running down my legs. It was like blood leaking from my chest. A different pain.

(A/N not so NSWF as I wanted it to be but I ran out of kink ideas)