▼ Night ▼ [Femdom Oneshots]

The freaks come out at night

Trigger warning: This chapter features an intense scene of consensual non-consent/r*pe play. It also features gaslighting and toxic relationship for storytelling purposes. If there are any viewers uncomfortable with the subject matter in this chapter, please message me and it will be promptly removed. The author does not support or condone sexual violence.

Contains: CNC, pegging, hair pulling, knife play

The door creaked open and shut as if whoever opened it was trying not to be heard, but he knew who it was and his heart rate quickened. Drew wrapped the sheets around his body self consciously and tried to pretend to sleep, but he couldn't ignore the arousal building in him. He felt her watching him for a while, standing in the doorway, leering at him selfishly.

The empty side of the queen bed creaked and sagged when she sat on it but he still didn't make a move to acknowledge her presence.

Almarie pressed her body to his and lazily dragged a hand from his waist to his ass.

Drew ghosted his fingers across her hand and gently removed it from his backside. His unsteady hand reached out for the lamp, but it was quickly pinned back down.

       "I think you know I didn't come here to talk. Now, get up and go lock the door, sweetheart."

Drew didn't get up immediately. There was a part of him that he briefly battled with that wanted to march downstairs and simply tell his girlfriend about the little arrangement he kept with the landlady in order to pay the rent, but he liked the way she made him feel too much and he hated himself for it.

       "Don't make me repeat myself." Almarie whispered sternly.

Drew did as he was told, locking the door before rejoining her under the covers. All the words he wanted to say to her ran through his mind while her hands ran up and down his feverish body.

Selfish bitch.

He repeated over and over in his mind, not sure if he was referring to her or himself for liking this too much.

He turned over to face her, kissing her lips roughly like he couldn't get more of her. He gave up his control with that kiss and she took it. A low moan rose in his throat, but she hushed him. But didn't stop, his moans turning into whines and pleas just above a whisper.

Then he felt it, the cold edge of her blade pressed against his neck. His weak whimpers caught in his throat.

"Please behave yourself." Almarie whispered.

She handed him one of his stuffed animals which he gladly took into his arms, burying his face in it.

"Cause I'm going to make this hurt."

Something came a loose right then like the loose screw that derailed the train. She undid her belt and tossed it to the side, glowering over him, a question poised at her lips.

"Are you going to fight me tonight or are you going to let this happen."

Drew attempted to struggle away from her, but he couldn't move. All he thought about was the adrenaline in his blood, the strange thrill, the intoxicating powerlessness.

"That's enough." She whispered curtly.

She pinned him back down, but his body still rocked and wriggled under her.

"That's enough." She said again.

She buried a knee painfully into his back and held him down until he stopped struggling.

"Listen right now, honey. All this fighting you like to do is just going to leave you lonely. You fight with your girlfriend, you fight your boss, the best thing that you can do for yourself right now is not to fight me. Alright, sweetheart?"

Sometimes Almarie said things like that to him so sweetly, but sometimes what she had to say hurt.

Drew remembered when they first started their arrangement he would tell her how much it hurt, but she would just put a hand over his mouth and tell him she was loving him not hurting him. And it brought him a strange artificial comfort, the kind where you know something is wrong but you just don't care.

         "Its okay. I only do this because I love you."

She softly kissed his ear and buried her face into the crux of his shoulder. He knew what was going to happen next.

She roughly pushed into his entrance with head of her strap on, cradling his body to hers so he didn't flinch away. And just like that, the pain she inflicted, she took away and inflicted it on his body instead.

Drew gasped, his free hand reaching to grab hers while his other held his teddy bear.

Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain and the pleasure. When he was with her, nothing that he did or felt seemed wrong. It felt all right when he gave up control, when he didn't feel like he had to argue, when he let her tell him what to do and how to feel.

Key words: He let her.

Drew knew how to hold his own, to think for himself, to fight with the intention of winning, but to finally be able to surrender to his most covert feelings was the most freeing thing he's done.

"Someone who doesn't know how to control their temper doesn't need to have control anyway. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

She thrusts into him harder. Grabbing a handful of his hair, exposing his neck. He made short, repressed noises. She hushed him and whispered sweet things in his ear.

"Shhh. I know I'm being so mean, but I need you to take it okay?" She whispered sweetly.

Warm tears gushed down his face as her thrusts became more aggressive.

"I know it hurts, but you're going to need to stop fighting me if you want this to feel good."

He resisted more, arching his body away from her. He just wanted to test his own limits, see how much pain was too much.

"Ah-ah. What did I just say." She tightened her grip, but he didn't stop pulling away.

She stopped thrusting and let go of his hair.

"Be a good boy and take a deep breath and relax for me, okay?"

Drew let out a shaky breath, her words buzzing around his head reminding him that it was all play pretend. He waited for his heart rate to slow and his feverish body to cool. He touched his cold hand to hers, grabbing it and placing it around his neck, the tears still in his eyes.

Almarie kept her hand lightly around his neck and pushed into him again, thrusting slowly at first. But she couldn't help herself, seeing him obedient like that made her want to be so mean to him; break him. She began to thrust faster, Drew's body writhing under her.

She clasped a hand over his mouth, keeping all the lewd noises he was holding back from coming out.

"Shut up."

She thrusts into him harder, pushing him into the sheets as if he were nothing but a rag doll. And he loved it, every second.

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