Your Teeth In My Neck

More Firsts

This chapter is dark and graphic. It depicts "questionable" consent, domestic abuse, grooming and light BDSM. I can't write a story that paints a nice veneer over Campbell as a character. If you are triggered by any of these things I would recommend giving this one a skip. It takes place in the past so other than context it will not affect the future plot.

Homecoming was the first time she made him truly angry.

He'd hated dancing, liked to just watch instead. Sitting next to Harry, who he had just resupplied. Maggie was wearing the nice tight black dress he bought for her. She didn't usually wear black. He thought it was a nice change and what he bought for her to wear underneath it was even better.

Campbell wasn't the only one who noticed though. She danced around the other boys unthinkingly. Their eyes glazed over courtesy of the spiked fruit punch. She was having fun with her girlfriends, they held hands as they danced and laughed, and  joined in with whispered gossip ever so often. That was until Clark touched her.

Campbell was between them with the boy by the collar before she even registered the sensation. "You never get to put your hands on her." He pronounced slowly.

"Yo dude chill, I was just going to ask the ladies if they wanted to hydrate." Clark grinned as though he had said something clever.

"So you can slip in one of the rape pills you're so fond of? See which one passes out first?"

"Campbell." Maggie muttered, glancing at her friends whose faces were newly masked in judgement. She blushed and tugged at his sleeve, grabbing his hand in a gesture she hoped would soothe him. It had the opposite effect, "Just let him go." She didn't miss the dangerous flash in his eyes but he plastered on a smirk and released Clark's collar, pushing him back a step as he did so.

"Really sorry man. Won't happen again." The slightly tipsy jock replied, relieved if nothing else. You didn't get into fights with Campbell Eliot. Not with what he knew about everyone's recreational proclivities. He slinked off as Campbell grabbed his girlfriend's hand.

"C'mon Mags, I think it's getting past your bedtime." His voice was icy and she didn't protest as he all but dragged her away, "Keep hydrated ladies." He smirked. She waved and shrugged lightheartedly at her friends but felt her stomach drop. Harry watched the scene unfold sluggishly and with total disinterest, he handed the girl her clutch as she passed, stumbling a bit in heels not designed for Campbell's hurry, "If your mom's not already dead to the world from the pills, I'll hand her the whiskey bottle myself."

She thought better than to answer.

The fall air hit her and she shivered, "I'm sorry." When the words came out she realised they were nothing but pleas, "I shouldn't have said anything." He opened the car door for her and shoved her into the passenger seat before getting in on the other side. The locks clicked. As he went for the gearshift she put her hand over his in desperation, "Campbell, I didn't mean to ruin the night, I didn't-" He shushed her and reached up and put his hand on the back of her head. Threading his fingers through her hair. Watching her face closely. It almost seemed forgiving for a split second, like he would comfort or kiss her.

Instead he slammed her face into the dashboard. Just as swiftly pulling her back upright by her roots.

Afterwards, he stroked her hair and kissed her temple, moving his attention back to the car. As if nothing at all had occurred.
Then the shock wore off.
"You can't-" Maggie stuttered, a bead of blood dripped from her forehead unnoticed, "You can't do that to me."

"Baby, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. You're mine." Campbell revved the engine and took off from the school parking lot.

They didn't usually go to her house. And for good reason. Too many ghosts had soaked into its framework. Into the walls, the furniture, the photographs of a nuclear family that no longer existed.

"Honey, I'm home!" He yelled into the haunting. Maggie had never been more disappointed by the silence that followed. He pulled her body to his in the threshold as the door slammed shut behind him with a bang. Cupping her face, he wiped away the stain of blood still on her cheek, "Aw sweetheart." He cooed mockingly and kissed the spot away. Then her lips. She tasted sulphur. "Get undressed." Campbell pushed her towards the living room. Stopping her just as she reached down to her feet, "Keep the shoes on." He settled himself on the loveseat and watched as she unsteadily unzipped the back of her dress to reveal the matching black lingerie he had purchased. "Fuck, glad I spared no expense." She was gorgeous. The locket he had bought her for her birthday hung around her neck. Her heart was beating out of her chest, making her small breasts heave in a way that made him want to give up the game and force her on all fours. He resisted.
"Get me a drink." He nodded towards the liquor cabinet and Maggie turned to pick out the already half empty bottle of bourbon that it housed. It was his favourite. She poured him a glass and walked it over to him self consciously. One arm clutched around her stomach as though that would shield her from all to come. He flicked it away when she was close enough and took the glass, taking a sip, "Get on your knees."

She was careful not to let out a sigh of relief, more than readily kneeling down in front of him. Playing it up by parting her lips. She was glad he was horny. The prominent bulge was already visible under his dress pants. She reached for his belt and undid it but he abruptly grabbed her when her hands moved to undo his pants, "Take the whole thing off Mags." He was watching her hungrily as she slid it from its loops, leaning back in the chair, "Now put it around your neck." She hesitated and felt her entire frame tremble. When she looked up into his dark eyes she could see that the way he was looking at her, the empty lust, made her sure she couldn't argue. She fastened the belt like a noose around her neck before he grabbed the leather from her and tightened it painfully.

Then Campbell stood up.

"Do you know why you deserve to be on a leash now?" He asked. Maggie shook her head demurely, keeping her eyes lowered, this was new territory even for him, "Because, my love, if you act like a fucking bitch, I'm going to treat you like one." Then he started tugging her to her bedroom. She choked a little.

"I'm sorry Campbell, please-"

He cut her off, "Baby if I don't punish you how will you ever learn hm?" He stopped leading her and tipped her head up with one finger. They had reached her bedroom, he patted her on the head and in that moment she could see that she really was his pet. She always had been. "I'll take it easy on you this time ok? You're usually such a good girl Maggie. My good little girl."

"I am but I'm sc-"

"So shut your pretty little mouth and prove it to me." His voice had suddenly lost all playfulness, "Now get on the bed, hands and knees." She did as she was told and he stood behind her, still fully dressed, undoing the belt  from her neck and feeling the leather against his palm as she waited nervously for his next move, "My hand or the belt? Which do you think you deserve baby?"

"Whichever you decide sir." She responded quietly.

"That's my girl." He sat down on the side of her bed, "Across my lap, hands clasped behind your back." He held her wrists in place with one hand when she scrambled to comply.

The first few slaps weren't that bad. But the more vicious they got the harder he became.

Eventually she lost count. Tears had long since started spilling. She bit down on her bottom lip and went silent.

Campbell stopped when he noticed that she was no longer even whimpering into the covers she had buried her face into. Her ass was bright red and as he started rubbing it soothingly, his affection made him alerted for the first time to the sobs that were wracking her body, "Shh Maggie, c'mon. It's over now. You did so good. You did so good for me." He kissed the back of her head but she couldn't stop crying. Neither could he stop the wide cheshire grin that spread across his face. He adored watching her, completely broken, in his lap. He pulled down her panties and roughly entered her with his index, "Jesus baby you're wet. Maybe you haven't learned your lesson after all." His hand came down one final time and she yelped, her face flushed.

But he was wrong. "I'll be good from now on I promise." She whispered hoarsely.

"I know you will be." He turned her around so he could kiss her sweetly, his fingers still inside of her, "And you'll start right now."