Your phone pinged while you were walking home with a text from Art
Whenever you were walking into a different mood than usual, he did his best to let you know so you were prepared when you got home
but you rarely received mood texts like this
he texted you ‘⛓️🔪🧎🥺🙏’ which you took to mean he was feeling submissive
you pocketed your phone, humming to yourself, and pondering all the things you could do to a supernatural entity that got off on pain
when you got home, Art immediately tried getting your attention, and you just shrugged him off - this was all part of the game, you ignoring him until you were ready because you weren’t about to let him have any control in this situation
you walked to the bedroom, Art trailing behind like a lost puppy
without needing a verbal command, Art knew he had to strip as soon as you both entered the bedroom
as he was stripping, you kept your back to him until you heard the rustle of the bedding as he got into place
you turned around and walked over to the nightstand, reaching into the drawer for a set of metal handcuffs
you broke your silence to bark an order at him, “On your knees, hands behind your back.”
he quickly obliged, seemingly grateful that you had chosen to acknowledge him
you put the handcuffs around his wrists and closed them as tight as you physically could
for anyone else, it would’ve been painful, but for Art, it felt good
you left Art alone in the bedroom to grab a knife from the kitchen - one you had gotten specifically for him so he’d stop playing with your cooking knives
you returned to see Art with his head down, and ass resting on his heels
he perked up as soon as he heard you return, and his cock twitched between his thighs when he saw the knife in your hand
you take a moment to bask in the rare sight you were witnessing
at any moment, Art could break out of the handcuffs and kill you, but he chose not to
instead he chose to trust you, and let you lead him instead
knife still in hand, you pressed your face against the spot where Art’s shoulder met his neck, and took a deep breath in
he smelled like sulfur and campfire but you wouldn’t have it any other way
his skin was like a heated blanket against your face and that’s another thing you loved about him
while you were getting your fill of Art’s intoxicating scent, the hand not holding the knife snuck down to his cock
even soft, he was decently large in your hand
very slowly, you started stroking him until he was fully hard in your hand
you considered dropping the act and just having your way with him but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun
you pull back, and look at Art, who’s already looking a little flustered
you take the knife and press the edge against his throat
little beads of blood well up under the edge before you pull back
you look over Art’s entire body before deciding on his forearm
you unlock one of his wrists and make him hold it out in front of himself
you press the blade lengthwise against his arm
and you yank the blade down the length of his arm as hard as you can
the knife, despite being on the dull side, leaves behind an impressive wound that weeps blood at a rate that would be alarming for anyone other than Art
Art wordlessly howls as you open his arm, he hangs his head, chest heaving, and cock leaking from the pleasure seeping through his body from the injury
after a moment, he locks eyes with you, and gives you a look that can only mean more
and you are nothing shy of happy to oblige
you turn your attention towards his leaking cock
and bring your knife down to it
ever so gently, you start carving lines into the underside of his cock, each one bleeding worse than the last as you get closer to the base
Art has a grimace on his face and his eyes shut as you play with his cock
“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me.” you order, tossing the knife aside
he reluctantly opens his eyes and watches as you wrap your hand around his abused cock, and start stroking him, using a mixture of precome and blood as lube
soon enough, he’s tapping your unoccupied hand, looking for your approval to cum
and since he’s been such a good boy, how could you say no?
you wipe a mix of cum and blood off on the bed, telling yourself you’ll switch the sheets later
you take the other handcuff off Art, and toss them aside before helping him stand up so you can get him to the bathtub
he’s already healing, but you feel like a monster if you don’t take care of him after being rough with him, so you draw him a hot bubble bath with his favorite rubber ducky, and give him a hand getting in
you grab a washcloth and dip it in the hot water so you can scrub the drying blood off his mostly healed wounds
while you bathe him, you quietly talk about your day, and ask how his was, before giving him a lingering kiss and telling him in excruciating detail just how much of a good boy he is and just how much you love him