His Confession (BxM)

Twenty-Seven; BDSM pt.2, "Nothing We're Doing Is Right"

Benjamin's POV
"Mm!" I whimpered as Grayson tied a hoodie string around my wrists, restraining me to his bed. "Baby, if this hurts you I think we should just have regular sex," he chuckled. "No...I want you to hurt me," I whispered. "Bruise me. Make at least one mark permanent on my body so that I can forever remember how rough you can get...and for me to brag to everyone about."

Grayson's warm smile was gone, replaced with a dominant, slightly scary grin and his eyes became dark as his pupils seemed to grow. "What if you cry?"

"Don't stop," I told him.

"I think we're going to need a safe word," he chuckled.

"No," I said simply.

"No for the safe word? ...That'd be a bit confusing, baby. What if I'm asking you if something hurts and you say no? Then I'll stop when you actually don't want me to and—"

"No, Grayson... I mean no I don't want a safe word. I want you to hurt me," I explained. "So give me pain."

Grayson watched me with a hard glare for a moment as if he was trying to scare me out of my masochistic ways, and after doing so, he gripped my thighs tightly and spread my legs apart forcefully. "You don't want a safe word, you won't get one. I gave you a chance—if not more—so you can't get mad if I bite you too hard and draw blood. Deal?"

I scoffed but quickly my small chuckle turned into a quiet whimper after Grayson gripped my leg harder. "Will you make that deal, Benjamin?"

"Yes," I whined. "You can't break up with me either. You said you didn't want a safe word and you said I shouldn't stop if you start crying," my boyfriend said, his voice deep and compelling as he pressed his lips down against my chest. "If you say you want to break up with me it can't be because of today. Break up with me some other day over something else to make me feel a little bit better about myself, will you?"

"Grayson—"

My boyfriend tightened his grip more on my thighs but made this glare-pout hybrid of a gaze with his dark, scary eyes. "Will you," he asked quietly; so quiet his voice was almost inaudible as he sat up and rubbed his hands up and down my thighs.

"Yes," I replied, my voice as fragile as a thin sheet of ice, capable of breaking within a second.

"Good..." Grayson said gently, staring into my eyes, sending a gush of uncomfortableness and fear throughout my body. "Open your mouth, Benjamin."

With just a bit of hesitation, I opened my mouth and whimpered a bit when my boyfriend pulled my underwear off of my body and then stuffed my mouth with it. Breathily through my nose I whined, and Grayson responded with an eerie smirk. "You look adorable with stuffed cheeks, babe. I should feed you more often," he whispered as he ran his large, warm, rough hand over my erection. "What do you think, babe? Letting me fatten you up?"

I whined and shook my head.

"No? Why not? You'd look so cute with chubby cheeks. Plus, there'd be more of you for me to love," Grayson chuckled. "Imagine, baby...if I get you to two-hundred pounds!"

I shook my head again. "Mm! Mm mm mm mmm mm! Mm-mm!" I muttered.

"I wouldn't get tired of you, Benjamin. I would love every inch of you with all of my heart. And if you really wanted to lose the weight I'd work you out every morning, evening and night. I'd work you out at home, school, work, the store, and anywhere else for the matter. I'd even you out in a court room, Benjamin. You know how epic that'd be?"