I had a few requests for a follow-up to Asa with a reader who keeps blushing, soo...
I’m sorry for what I have created
Asa Emory x AFAB reader
Warnings: Dubcon, light bondage, knifeplay, choking
You weren’t entirely sure how this had happened. Pain rippled across your shoulders as you were suspended by bound wrists, dim bulb flickering faintly above you. The shadow of the Collector prowled in front of you, pacing back and forth. A small blade glinted in his hand as he twirled it around his fingers. His gaze never left yours.
“What am I going to do... with you?” The dark growl caught you off guard, eyes widening as you twitched against your restraints. You pressed your tongue between your teeth, a futile attempt to ignore the effect his electrifying presence held.
“Let me go?” It was barely a whisper, but he still picked up your small plea, sneering behind his mask.
“Now now, neither of us want that, do we?” Dammit, he could read you like an open book. The gravel of his voice wasn’t helping matters, your thighs growing slicker the more you struggled; physically and mentally. The way he stared at you, the pure hunger in his eyes... why couldn’t you look away? He stopped in his tracks, cocking his head as his eyes dragged down your form. You squirmed, a frantic attempt to escape the situation; tied up, vulnerable, left at the mercy of a psychotic murderer.
The truth hung heavy in the air. You didn’t really want to be free. He was right after all, watching the lust bloom in your eyes as you were pinned and captured by someone far superior than yourself. Being at his mercy was all you craved, and felt like everything you’d ever needed.
Asa smirked as he watched the torment in your expression, watching you fall apart to him with barely any effort. He rapped the blade against his chin, silently pondering if he had the space for a new plaything. Of course he could make space, as long as you met his expectations.
He’d been still for ages. The tension was building inside you, pouring out to fill the dark recesses of the shabby room. The Collector was waiting. Had he even blinked? You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, worrying it with your teeth.
“Please...” It was too much. You felt volatile, primed like C4, ready to explode at any given moment. No response. “Please, I need...” What did you need? You knew the answer but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. Your words seemed to work though, the Collector upon you in moments, his face inches from your heaving chest. He hadn’t even touched you, yet here you were, a total wreck. Placing his forefinger and thumb either side of your chin, he coaxed you to look at him, a silent order in his expression. You whimpered, defeated “I need you.”
Asa growled deep in the back of his throat, dropping his hand to your waist, squeezing at the flesh there. You’d forgotten about the knife in his other hand, the blade dancing tentatively across your arms. Heat seared through your body, meek gasps escaping parted lips as he cut through your already torn clothes, taking great care to mark the flesh underneath. Soon enough, your torso was freed to your captor, a shaky exhale leaving him as he drank in your exposed form. Your skin was blotched with bruises from your altercation earlier, blood pearling over the fresh wounds.
His mask scratched as he pressed it between the valley of your breasts, releasing your hip to cup each of them. You could feel his tongue on your flesh, dragging the muscle up your body until he reached your collar. A shriek bubbled in your throat, pain and pleasure waging a war in your belly. Asa’s teeth dug into the joint between your neck and throat, rough fingers lazily dragging over your nipples. You couldn’t hold back a moan as he lapped the fresh wound, snaking a hand back to your hip, tugging your body flush against his.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt his bulge against your thigh, the masked man rutting feverishly against you as he littered your shoulder with marks. Without thinking, you hooked your legs over his hips, whining pathetically as he pressed against your aching core. Asa’s head pulled back abruptly. You gulped as he fixed you with a dangerous stare. Fuck.
You thought he was being unforgiving before; this was something else. Blood-stained jeans were discarded before you could think, the same knife from before reappearing to lay casually against your throat. You stilled, watching as he freed his cock from his pants, only giving you a glance before it was buried deep inside of your slick cunt. The sudden intrusion made you scream. Unable to control yourself, the knife dug into your skin, leaving you gasping. You tried to still yourself but Asa was relentless, fucking you into the wall, ignoring your whimpers as blood seeped across his fingers.
The sudden initial stretch had hurt, your insides contracting against the sudden intrusion, but you’d swiftly forgotten as he pressed against the sweet spot inside of you. You’d managed to keep your head pressed against the brick wall, the pain on the back of your skull preferably to having your own arterial spray gush down your body. Each jolt from the Collector’s hips sent waves of agony down your shoulders, the muscles long since pushed by the their limits. But the feral look in his eyes kept you needy, desperate for something you never even knew you wanted.
You cried out in relief as the knife cascaded to the floor, but it was cut short; it was swiftly replaced by Asa’s thick fingers squeezing your neck, cutting the air supply to your brain. Your vision blurred as you gasped for oxygen, the feelings of pain and pleasure intensifying, your mouth gaping open in a silent plea. He grunted in response, pressing a gloved thumb to your clit, sweeping over the bundle of nerves.
Your whole body arched into him as you came, the intensity making you fear you’d simply snapped in half. His grip on your throat tightened further, watching with unbridled lust as unconsciousness seeped into your glassy eyes. You slumped forward uselessly as he finished inside of you, limp body behest to his will.
Asa dragged his tongue over his teeth, watching as his seed and your blood dripped onto the floor, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Now, where shall I put you?”