There's something about you (Antisepticeye x reader)

Chapter 13

*warning: lemon*
Y/N pov

"No!" I shouted, refusing his offer.
"I saved you from an evil man, and you still don't want to, you know?" he longingly replied, making a rude and inappropriate hand gesture.
"I said no! I don't want to 'do it', nor do I want to be your queen!" I retorted, slamming my door shut. "You're killing me, smalls!" I shouted, throwing my velvet, black pillow at his portrait on the wall. The wretched piece of 'art' fell to the solid floor with a loud thud!
"Hey! I'll have you know I might be short, but that doesn't mean I'm short in other places!" he shot back. I could tell he had a huge, full-of-himself smirk plastered on his face.
"Cur tū me vexas? (It's Latin)" I quietly groaned.
"And what was all that banging? The only banging that I should be hearing is you and me having-"
"STOP IT! GOD! YOU'RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF!"
"I don't like that tone, baby. Does someone need to be punished?" he deviously snickered.
I went silent. His punishments ranged from whips to paddles, hands to feet, and, even worse, cages to straps.
"Answer my question, sexy," he "sexily" growled.
"No, master," I replied quietly, shuffling my feet on the plush, red carpet.
"What was that? Yes? Let daddy go grab his toys."
My heart stopped. I ran to the Mahogany door, my silky, black dress flowing behind me. I stopped and stood still, waiting to hear his pounding boots fade into silence. Nothing. I jiggled the copper-colored door handle.
Locked. Well, shit.

Anti pov

Which one? The paddle? No. The boot? I've used it three times in the past two weeks.
"Might I suggest this?"
I drew my gleaming sword.
"Who's there?"
"Just your friendly neighborhood author-chan. Greetings from the trash can, reader!"
"Oh, it's just you," I sighed, putting my sword back into its leather sheath.
"As I was saying, use this! It'll be great for teasing her! Or you could use this!"
She pulled out a black crop whip and a black dildo.
"Man, lots of black in this chapter."
"What?"
"Oh nothing!" she innocently replied. "Now choose wisely!" she taunted, holding out the toys. "The whip!" I said, wearing a prideful grin on my face.
"Excellent choice!"
And in a cloud of black smoke, she was gone, though I still heard her screaming twenty one pilots lyrics in the distance.

Your pov

"Jack! Help!" I helplessly shouted, ramming the door. It hasn't budged at all.
All of a sudden, in the blink of my eye, I was bound to the soft, red and black bed by tight leather straps. The worst part? My clothes were in the corner of the room, in Anti's arms.
"A little embarrassed, are we?" he chuckled, looking me up and down. My face heavily flushed a bright pink. His eyes lingered on my chest the longest. He smirked maliciously and licked his lips. He dropped the clothes and waltzed right over to me, as if I was some sort of prize.
"Stop it!" I growled, trying to slip my arms out of the restraints.
"Not so fast, kitten. Now, you will not fight me, in any way, even after this is over. Got it?" he snarled, still having a sickening grin on his face. "15 whips, tonight."
FIGHT HIM! rang in my head, but I knew better than to go against his word.
-tiny timeskip-
His cold hands slithered around my waist, turning me over and revealing my ass to him. I felt the bed dip from behind me.
"I'm going to start off gentle, but it'll get rough very quickly," he said, breaking the extremely awkward silence.
He stroked my (s/c) back with the tough whip.
Unexpectedly, he brought it down on me.
"One."
It stung like a motherfucker. My butt was going to be bruised till it's black and blue. If that was his easiest, then what is his hardest?
Whapish!
"Two"
Another strike. I yelped in pain and some... pleasure?

"Three"
I groaned out, "You sadistic son of a bitch."

"Four," he moaned? Disgusting!

"Five" He moaned again! And I yelped! This is not going to end well.
-Time skip to end-
"Fifteen!" he moaned, clearly pleased with my cherry-red ass.
"Daddy will heal it tomorrow, baby."
I need to get out of here. I need to find Jack