Volturi King Imagines *LEMON*ONE SHOTS*BDSM*

Self Harm

Your sister Bella had just bartended your life to stop the war over her hybrid daughter Renesmee, but we're does that leave you?

In a separate room on a plane with the three Volturi Kings ov-course.

At this point you were desperate for your release but with the Volturi Kings as your mates you didn't know if you would ever be able to do it again...

Cutting wasn't a form of punishment. More like pleasure. You were a masochist. You liked the thought of BDSM but none really knew that but yourself.

It's silent.

There just watching you on one side of the compartment where they were sitting on a plush red velvet three seater sofa while you are sitting on a purple velvet four seater sofa.

You needed your release. And soon. You started to figit, not really knowing how to sneak the blades out of your secret bra pocket that you installed yourself.

"My dear are you alright?"

It was Aro speaking, the only response was your small desperate whimper as all three of them suddenly flocked around you.

You were sat on Marcus's lap with your legs over Caius's lap while Aro crouched in front of you taking your hands in his.

Well shit, now he knows...

"Well Aro?" Caius chasayed Aro when his hands dropped yours in your lap as he stared softly into your warm caramel and golden syrup eyes.

"Her arms, take a look brothers." He spoke softly as Caius slowly pulled up my long gray sleeves as I thrashed against Marcus's gentle yet firm grip to stop such a task from happening.

I stoped thrashing in Marcus's hold and hid my head in his neck as Caius pulled my sleeves up past my elbows and started to peal of the bandages that lay limply on each arm.

They all gasped at what they found as I snuggled deeper into Marcus.

Scars, fresh and new decorated both my arms. All in different directions. All in different sizes. All in different shapes.

The scars littered my arms and all three softly caressesed each and every one of them as Marcus started asking questions.

"Sweetheart why do this? Ruffly how long has this gone on for?" He pleaded for information as I hid myself deeper in my safe haven. Secretly inhaling his soft aged book snell for the comfort I seaked.

Before I could even think of answering Aro helped out. "5 years brothers." "FIVE YEARS!!!" Caius shouted looking appaled as I whimpered in Marcus's arms as I connected my watery eyes to Caius's.

"Darling I'm sorry for shouting but this is a rather pressing matter. Why would you do such a thing?"

Before I could answer Aro helped out yet again. "Brothers she didn't do it for the pain. She did it for the pleasure."

"Pleasure?" Marcus sounded slightly worried as he said this but mostly confused.

"Brothers she's a masochist, it was the only way for her to feel the pleasure of pain without having to exploit herself." Aro tryed to speak softly as he reached out for my right arm that I still had draped across my lap.

As I snuggled my face back into Marcus's neck as Aro took my arm by the wrist harshly and twisted it slightly causing me to moan in pleasure due to the pain.

I snaked my arm around Aro's and gripped his wrist tightly with my hand to show him the  pleasure I was receiving.

"So she wants us to hurt her to gain pleasure?" Caius said seriously as I peeked at him from Marcus's shoulder.

Caius harshly slapped my left thigh causing me to realise a gasp as Aro nodded in confirmation.

"Well then why didn't you just say so?" Caius said deviously with a smirk as Marcus tightened his grip around your waist.

This is going to be a long flight to Italy....