Stars Hide Your Fires

"Let not light see my black and deep desires." Carpe Diem I belong to him. Taste me, I taste of him. He's my Sir and my everything.

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[mshopper]

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Rolling onto her side again, she pulled a pillow into her chest, cuddling close. She just wanted everything to disappear. She felt small, tiny, like a child, and she was desperate for someone to cuddle her up. It wasn’t fair that he worked all the time, and sometimes…

[genesis-fraser-blog]

Whatever he said back, it was all going to end in tears. She felt terrible, dirty in her own skin, and it was strange to think that not even the comfort of franklin made everything one hundred percent go away. He was trying his hardest, putting her first as much as his job would allow, and yet she still felt slightly sick in the pit of her stomach all the time.

Reading his replies, she burst into tears, pressing her face into a pillow, trying to calm herself down. She needed to breathe, relax. She needed to get away from it all, go on holiday. Taking deep, distorted breaths, she started to settle herself down. She wasn’t going to reply; he needed to work and she knew that. Whatever she’d say would come across as needy. Instead, she sat herself up, wiping her tears, and started to read a book. One of franklins.

[mshopper]

   Tired fingers type away aimlessly at the keys, their clicking being the only sound to be heard in the empty room. Franklin was at work again       what a surprise. With the end if the year coming up, he had to get his students final papers grades and into the book before the year was over. That’s why, for the fourth night this week, he was in his office, late into the night.

   Genesis was at home, hopefully sleeping. He hated to leave her, every time he stepped foot out the door there was a tug at his heart, he was just aching to be with her. But, as much as he would like to, he just couldn’t. His job was important, and she knew that.

   A buzz from beside him caused his head to perk up, turning to the lit up cell that sat next to a stack of papers that had yet to be graded. He read her text, brows furrowing after he looked at the clock to see what the time was. It was nearly 2 AM. What was she doing up at this time? When he had left, she was nearly asleep. “hey baby, I miss you too… what are you doing up?” he responded quickly, throwing his phone off to the side and getting back to his work.

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Rolling onto her side again, she pulled a pillow into her chest, cuddling close. She just wanted everything to disappear. She felt small, tiny, like a child, and she was desperate for someone to cuddle her up. It wasn’t fair that he worked all the time, and sometimes it made her angry. She knew how much he loved her, and wanted to be there for her, but she couldn’t help but get selfish with how he spent his time.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it, smiling a little. She didn’t know what to say, but honesty was always best with franklin. He could see straight through her. “Nightmare.” She replied, not sure what else to say. Pressing send, she nibbled her lower lip between her teeth, anxious for his reply. Things had been a little tense between them lately, and she knew that it was because he found the whole situation stressful to deal with. While he hadn't said anything to her about it, the worry lines on his forehead and the bags under his eyes said more than enough. Sometimes, Genesis thought about just running away, and leaving him to get on with his life, but she could never bring herself to actually do it.

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Nightmares

Genesis' eyes snapped out, trembling as she panted, scanning the pitch black room. She pulled her duvet up to her chin, laying as still as she could under it, as though it was a wall of protection against her and the rest of the world. Her eyes welled with tears as she remembered what had woken her up in the first place, and she let out a soft whimper, eyes clenching shut.

It had been about a week since her boss had assaulted her, and she wasn't making any progress towards moving past it. The only thing keeping her safe was Franklin, who was currently holed up in his office at work, grading papers. She needed him here, desperate to feel his warm body against hers, his gentle hands roaming over her back. Her hand darted out from under the duvet, grabbing her phone and snuggling back under the duvet. 

"Hey. I miss you," she typed, hesitating before pressing the send button. Genesis hated being so clingy, but she couldn't help it.

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+OPEN

"So you’re breaking up with me? Here? At my family’s party?"

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"I-I... I.." she mumbles, eyes on the ground. She can't bare to tell him the truth, to admit whats happened. It would only worry him, make him anxious. She has to leave. "I'm s-so sorry. I love you," she murmurs, tears leaking down her cheeks.

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/ text /

Frank: oh my lord

Frank: sweetheart, where are you?

Frank: and what the hell are you up to?

Gen: Not sweet. Yuck. Bad. Naughty.

Gen: Got real drunk.

Gen: Want you.

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text // open

Frank : hey.

Frank : so, you didn't have to storm out like that.

Frank : are you coming back? because I want to know if I should stay awake or not-

Gen: Druuuuunk

Gen: Dunk! DRUNK!!> hatewq vodkaa

Gen: Sir.

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“Heh, thanks sweetheart,” his eyes meet hers, the smallest of smiles grazing his lips.

          His body finally relaxes and Franklin can practically feel the tension from work just melting away. He tightens his grip around Genesis, letting out a long sigh as he can finally forget about all the stress in his life right now.

"I missed you too"

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Genesis presses her face in against his neck, taking in the warmth and scent of his skin. She never gets to just cuddle him. Her and Franklin have been together for a few years now, and the relationship is pretty intense. While he doesn't abuse her, nowhere near, she sometimes has to go along with what he wants, even if she isn't necessarily in the mood. And Franklin is a very sexual man. So, to hear his request to cuddle is almost unbelievable.

"Sir..." she starts, voice a little muffled against his body. "I.. Maybe.. Could we maybe have a shower together? Cuddle in bed?" she asks quietly, her tone meek.

[mshopper]

"Yeah, you don’t mind?"

               Well, clearly not. He leans in closer into the female next to him just as she does, their bodies molding together perfectly. Franklin lets out a long sigh, finally relaxing.

“Thank you…”

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Running her fingertips up and down his side, Genesis takes a moment to just be with him. They don't get too much time together these days, and just feeling his body, warm and strong against hers, makes her go all droopy. 

"You smell nice," she murmurs, her eyes finding his. 

"I missed you."

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     ”I don’t know what it is, baby girl…

                               would you kill me if I                                said I didn’t want to fuck,                                but I just wanted to                                watch movies and cuddle?”

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"Of course not, Sir. I'm exhausted anyway," she murmurs, nuzzling into his neck as she curls close on the sofa.

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Lost

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     His hands work carefully at her shoes, pulling them off slowly and setting them off to the side. So far, not all is too bad. Yes, she’s a total wreck. But, at least she’s not beaten or in any sort of immediate danger, and her care is his immediate thought. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay baby girl? We’re going to get you all nice and cleaned up, then I’ll take you home and you and I can have a nice warm bath…” his voice is soothing, a reassurance for Genesis. God only knows how she feels right now.

    “Yes, bra, off” the smallest of smile graces his lips, in attempt to lighten the mood a bit. Franklin’s hands move carefully, wrapping around her back to unhook her bra in a swift movement. It slides off her shoulders quickly, like her shirt had, and now Genesis sits there exposed. “I brought a jacket in     " he tells her, leaning back a moment to pick it up from where it sits on the floor. "It’ll be a little big, but it should do…" after a moment, he drapes it over  her shoulders, allowing Genesis to put it on herself. Franklin had decided that the least amount of contact is good, until he thinks Genesis will be alright.

     Finally, for the most part at least, Genesis was cleaned up. There were still a few blotches of vomit scattered on her body in random places. “Alright…” he sighed, hands slapping his knees, “do you think you can stand?” it was time to head over to the bathrooms to clean up a bit more, and as much as he would like to see her walk herself, Franklin would carry her if necessary. “I want to go to the bathroom, to clean you up a bit… do you need me to carry you?”

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She whimpered as the shoes were removed from her, her swollen ankle still bent in its same awkward position. Her eyes drop to her hands which are resting limply either side of her, curled in at the wrist. They feel separate from her, like they aren't even part of her body, and it takes great effort for her to lift them, her fingers raking through her scraggly hair. "Bath... Mm.. Bath with you.. All warm and... mm.." she murmurs quietly, eyes flickering slightly as her mind drifts. "Bath bomb? Special ones?" she asked, eyes opening to find his again. When she's been particularly good, or has had a terrible day, or is sick, Franklin always treats her to a bath bomb. Its one of her favorite rewards, and baths with her Sir are one of her favorite things.

She shivers has his fingers grace her skin once more, nimbly unhooking her bra strap. The undressing makes everything a lot more intimate, and a comfortable quiet seems to fill the heavy silence around them. With Franklin there, everything seems much less scary and intrusive; she feels safe. Carefully and slowly, she slips her arms into the jacket, shrugging it closer to her frame. It feels soft against her skin, and begins to warm her, the familiar smell of his cologne around her. "Thank you," she says, crossing her arms over her body as the fabric of the jacket hangs loosely around her.

Her head darts up to his as he begins to speak again, his voice soft. "Walk.. Can try. Be a good girl," she nods determinedly. Pulling herself up with shaky hands, she grips the desk, trying to put as little weight on her injured ankle as possible. Hot pain darts through it and she lets out a muffled yelp, bottom lip captured between her teeth. It hurts, but she can do it. She can do anything for her Sir. "M'kay. Ready," she mumbles, eyes on the ground as she prepares to start the journey to the bathrooms.

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Lost

[mshopper]

     A breath fell from parted lips, one Franklin was unaware he was holding in. She could hear, she could move, so things weren’t entirely bad. Yes, Genesis was probably in pain, but nothing that he couldn’t handle, no hospital visits were needed. In the first still moment they had, Franklin took the chance to look Genesis up and down. Aside from her torso, everything seemed to stay in tact. Her tights, along with panties, were in a cluster around her ankles, and shoes still on. The sight of her skirt pulled up to her waist made a million ideas fly around his head about what exactly Timothy did to her, but that was to be discussed later.

     Upon hearing a request for cuddles, a bubble of low, short laughter emitted from Franklin. “In a bit, alright baby?” he reassured her, placing a hand on her knee carefully. He wasn’t sure how jumpy she’d be, aside from her desire for contact. “We have to get you cleaned up first…” his voice was quiet and stern, not meant to be demanding, but comforting. Eyes darted down from the woman’s to her chest, where vomit sat, soaking into the fabric of her shirt. The scent wasn’t as strong as before, but definitely still in the air. With a quick glance beside him, Franklin made sure his jacket was nearby, then he began to work at her buttons with quick, careful fingers.

     ”I’m going to take your blouse off, okay?” He was sure to tell her of his actions and intentions beforehand, not wanting to startle Genesis anymore than she already was. Fingers still working at the last few buttons, Franklin took a look around the office, taking note of his surroundings and where the restrooms were located. That’s where they would be headed next, to clean her up a bit more. After her shirt was opened, he slid it off Genesis’ shoulders, disposing of the fabric accordingly, it was soiled. No need to keep it. “Do you want me to take these off?” he asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper, finger pointing to the cluster of hosiery pooled at her ankles.

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Genesis felt his eyes all over her, surveying the damage. Just like she had suspected he denied her request for a cuddle, and it made her break into quiet tears again. She wasn’t wanted anymore. He was only looking after her because he had to. The irrational, insecure part of her brain was taking over, and there was nothing she could do. She could be fixed only by him, and the thought of being so reliant on him made her even more scared than she already was.

His hand touched her knee and she looked back up at him, tears clouding her vision. She could make out his familiar features however, somber and concentrated as he looked back at her. The contact felt good, he obviously wasn’t scared or unwilling to touch her. She flinched slightly though as his hand found her skin, the action completely involuntary. It was instinct, her body still weary of its surroundings and of other humans. His voice broke through her thoughts, bringing her back to him. "Clean... Yes. Please," she mumbled, words slurring slightly. It hurt to talk, and the energy of forming sounds was all too much for Genesis, so she left it at that, going quiet again.

She nodded at the information, not caring too much. It was humiliating to be in this position, but she couldn't think of anyone else who would be able to handle it the way Franklin could, and was handling it. She shivered as the soggy shirt was pulled gently from her, goosebumps rising on her skin. Her bra was also coated in vomit, but Franklin left it, moving on to the pathetic mess of fabric around her ankles. She nodded at his question, opening her mouth to speak. "Bra. Yuck. Off." she managed, her body shivering again slightly, eyes flickering, desperate to close.

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Lost

[mshopper]

     Franklin was never one to just drop whatever he was doing, leaving things there in a mess. But today, right now, it only seemed appropriate. he had no idea what kind of state Genesis was in. All thoughts were pushed aside for a moment as he reached his car and climbed in. The engine purred to live with a quick turn of the key, and he pulled out of his reserved spot and out the parking garage, beginning to make the short drive to the office where Genesis worked.

     Now, back to thinking. What kind of state would she be in? For all he knew, she could very well be stripped down and tied to some chair in the basement. That was probably the worst thing that could possibility happen however, but the mere thought made his blood boil even more. A quick glance to the back seat reminded him of the light jacket he always kept in his car, in case of some sort of emergency, and he made a mental note to bring it in with him. Just to be safe.

     And boy, was Franklin glad he brought that in with him. After the short drive, which was thankfully made even shorter due to the lack of traffic, he arrived at the multi-story building, and practically ran inside. It was too late for anyone to really be there, so he sprinted to the elevator and slammed the buttons, reaching the 13th floor in a about a minute. He knew exactly where to go, feet carrying him without a second thought. Franklin’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Genesis, laying limp on the floor of the dark office, covered in what seemed to be a mixture of vomit and blood. At least, that’s what it smelled like.

     ”Oh my god, Genesis!” he exclaimed, running up to her and kneeling down at her side. Fingers brushed away a damp chunk of hair that had fallen in her face, revealing her pale complexion spotted with the vile mixture. “Jesus christ…” he sighed, picked her up carefully and placing her so she was leaning up against the side of a desk. “Genesis, baby, can you hear me? Look at me, lift your head up   ”

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Hearing the doors open, Genesis' heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach, nausea rising again, vomit in her throat. It would be Timothy, back to finish her off, have his way with her, touch her, feel her, kiss her. She whimpered in protest at the very thought, trying to pull herself back into the present. He had gone home and left her, he'd be stupid to come back, and why would he want to after the state he'd left her in? No, it would be Franklin.

Sure enough, Franklin's deep voice broke the deadly stillness of the office, startling and yet relieving Genesis all at the same time. She tried to lift herself but Franklin was one step ahead of her, his strong hands gently moving her to slump back against the desk. His desk. The blood and bile that was caught in Genesis' throat was soon coughed up into her lap, and it was all too much.  She felt disgusting, and embarrassed, Franklin's eyes glued to her. She pulled her head up to look at him, blinking a little as his eyes searched hers. "Can hear," she mumbled.

Out of her peripheral she could see her tights and panties still bunched around her ankles, one of the two bent at a weird angle. She hadn't even noticed it being painful until now, she'd obviously fallen on it in a strange way. Her skirt was hitched around her waist so that she was exposed from their down, and her vomit coated shirt was sticking to her chest. She wanted a cuddle, desperately, but she was sure he wouldn't want to give her one. There was no harm in asking, and the words spilled out of her mouth before she could think it through. "Cuddle? P-please?" she whimpered.

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Lost

[mshopper]

     Now, Franklin’s just getting worried. The fact that Genesis hasn’t said anything yet makes an uncomfortable, eerie feeling wash over him. The only thing to be heard from the other line is heavy breathing. Which makes him draw to only one conclusion; she’s in trouble. “Genesis? What’s the matter, what’s wrong?” his voice rises with every word, panic taking over. He has to do something, but what? He should go to her, no use in staying at the school to get work done, but were is she?

     One word is all he needs. One single word that is able to tie everything together. It’s the first word he hears from the other end, one that makes his stomach drop and his breath hitch. Timothy. Franklin always knew that bastard was no good. From their one brief meeting he got the weirdest feeling from him, that he was just a terrible, no-good man. Well, Franklin was right. The first word was followed three more, Spanked. Bad slut. And that could only mean one thing. That scumbag had laid a hand on his girlfriend. The woman who belonged to him.

     ”Fuck…” he sighed, fingers coming to clutch his temple. His head shot up at the sound of a scream from the other end, Franklin’s eyes popping open. He had to leave, to get to her, now. "Sweetheart, Genesis, I’m coming for you, alright? Don’t move baby, I’m coming   " He heard her say she was at the office, so that’s where he was headed to. "Stay with me, okay? Don’t hang up" the phone was held between his ear and shoulder, voice loud and stern as he spoke into the phone, not entirely sure if Genesis even heard. The keys to his car were grabbed quickly, and he ran out the door of his classroom, down the hall, and towards where his car was parked. He was going to help his Genesis. Then have a few words with this… Timothy.

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Hot, wet tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she listened to his words. He sounded angry, disappointed, upset, worried; everything Genesis didn't want him to be. She hated making him anxious, hated being an added stress in his life instead of the person who helped him. But right now, she didn't care. She didn't care what she was making him feel, all she cared about was having him close. Franklin was the only one who could make any of this better.

She curled into an even tighter ball, the vomit down her front getting cold as it stuck to her. Blood still filled her mouth, mixing with the tears and the remainder of her vomit as it all slid down her face in messy lines. All she could smell was her own vomit, and Timothy's cologne. It smelt almost like tar, and petrol, and before she knew it she was gagging again, coughing up a little more of whatever was left in her stomach. Her knuckles paled to a white as they clutched her phone closer. She couldn't talk, all her energy had already been used on the few words she'd initially managed to get out, and now all she could do was lie in her own muck.

It seemed like she was there for hours, her form frozen, rigid in its cocoon, but all that mattered was that Franklin was coming to get her. He would be with her soon, and he would know what to do, what to say. "Sir," she whispered, her voice gravelly as she spoke. The word made her smile, then wince as pain ripped through her face, but it was worth it just to call him by her special name. Thats what he called it; her special name for him that only she was allowed to use. Like Genny. Genny. She shivered as the memory of Timothy's voice ran through her mind. She wasn't sure if he could hear her, but his directions to stay on the line had calmed her slightly, given her something to occupy her mind with. To others, being told what to do by your significant other might seem wrong, or strange, but to Genesis it distracted her from anything else that might be stressing her out. Reaching to wipe her mouth, she let out a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut as she waited for Sir.

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Lost

[mshopper]

A long, exhausted sigh can be heard throughout the empty classroom, its source; Franklin. Classes for the day had ended, and after receiving a text from Genesis informing him that she’d be late, he just decided to stay after a bit and make a dent in the pile of papers that sit on his desk. They’re essays, one’s that need to be read and graded, something Franklin is absolutely dreading.

Although he’s told himself to pick up a pen, pick up an essay, and actually start, he’s procrastinating. Scrap paper that lay around get crumpled up into little balls and thrown at the garbage a few feet away, but almost half of them sit around the bin   Franklin doesn’t have much of an aim. His pens have been sorted by color in his desk, stapler and tape dispenser filled, and it seems that everything but what really needs to be done is getting accomplished.

After a moment of just spinning around in his chair, Franklin finally wills himself to pick up the first essay off the stack, as he slowly but surly begins to read it. Though the words on the page annoy him almost immediately. So, he stands, and starts to pace around the classroom aimlessly. Nothing seems to hold his attention today, nothing makes his head perk or his ears open, like most things do. Except, for the buzzing that can be heard from his desk. There sits his phone, vibrating as the word 'Little One' gazes the screen.

"Hello?" he answers, bringing the phone to his ear, a small smile grazing his lips. He expects to hear a voice on the other end to start babbling on about how boring work is, and how much she misses her Sir. But, the only thing that can be heard is a sound that makes his smile fade instantly, his stomach twisting. "Genesis? Baby, you there?" Franklin’s voice has picked up in tone and frequency, a sense of urgency seeping through his words.

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Genesis brings her free hand to her face shakily, wiping at the blood. She can feel her nose bleeding and her right eye has swollen, making it harder to see. Everything is spinning, and her brain feels so disconnected from her body that she can't seem to form any words. She lets out a muffled gargle, tasting blood in her throat and mouth. She can heard franklins worried voice on the other end and it only makes it hurt more. He's so close, and yet so far away.

Finally, her mouth starts to work, soundless at first, and then her voice comes from deep in her throat, warped by the blood and the tears. "Timothy. Spanked.. Bad slut," she croaks, eyes crinkling in confusion. She knows she needs to explain, but it's all too hard. She starts to shake, her stomach twisting and turning and then she lets out a blood-curdling shriek, dropping the phone. Panting for a few seconds, she opens her eyes as wide as they'll go, reaching for her phone, desperate to have franklin anyway she can.

"My face.. Slammed my face," she mumbles, nausea rushing over her. Vomit pours from her mouth, and she can't even bring herself to bend forward, the horrible liquid running down the front of her white shirt. A fresh set of tears trickle down her cheeks as she coughs the last of it up, blood everywhere, mixing with vomit and bile. All the while, her shaking hand keeps her phone pressed to her ear. "In the office. N-need.." She whispers, curling into a ball on the floor, letting more sobs shake through her.

[whatsabrinalikes]

[genesis-fraser-blog]

This is one of my favorite things with Sir.

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Lost

Genesis frowned, blinking a couple of times in a half-hearted attempt to clear her mind of the afternoon fog that seemed to be taking over. She had so much to do; a couple of meetings to confirm, some orders to send through, a flight to book, reservations to make, not to mention the ever-growing stack of paperwork that was building up next to her. Sending a quick text to Franklin to let him know she was going to be much later than she anticipated, she started on the tasks, getting through them slowly but steadily.

"Genny?" 

A soft voice breaks through the silence of her office. Its her boss, his nickname for her making her wince. Franklin was the only one who could call her that. "Come here please," he instructs, so she pulls herself up from her desk, heading through. "Yes?" she replied quietly, eyes not meeting his. "You got my meeting wrong. Again," his voice stern as it breaks through the air. He stands, circling behind her, and then all of a sudden he's so close that she can feel his breath on her neck. "You're a bad little slut, aren't you?" he whispers.

Genesis' eyes widen, mouth falling open slightly. This was so wrong, and so yucky, and she could almost feel her insides twisting. "Naughty girl.." he murmurs, and before she can move, his hand is on the back of her neck, forcing her face down. His hand rips down her stockings and underwear, coming down hard on her skin. She yelps, tears starting to fall, her scream catching in her throat. Down and down and down his hand comes, till she can't feel anymore. Lifting her by the neck, he slams her face down on the desk and her body crumples in a heap on the ground, hard, painful sobs erupting from her. 

She can hear him leaving, the doors of the empty office closing behind him. Silence broken only by her sobs surrounds her, and then the lights go off. She reaches for her phone, shakily bringing up Franklin's contact and calling him.