Been a While, Hasnât It.
Originally from one of the chapters that was dulled out as this was getting to be too much for a single chapter-- enjoy <3
DARKIPLIER x READER
TW // CNC, Blood, Knives, Mind Corruption, Pain Inducing Scene
Both Partners gave verbal consent beforehand, this was a planned scene. Don't sue me.
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But, you didn't like this. You didn't want it to go where it was heading.
"You'll learn to like this, my dear. It's just something to get used to." He tried to comfort you. His voice was so soothing, but you tried to not let it get to you.
But, what frightened you the most is that you found yourself to be fully undressed.
"Please, don't do this." You begged, shaking your head while you felt a hand graze over your calf, and up to your knee.
"But baby, isn't this what you deserve?" Dark cooed while he lingered over you, now directly above you.
You didn't respond as you felt your mind just accept this.
"God, you're beautiful." He growled, forcefully kissing you. Something about him was so intoxicating. His touch, although you were terrified was so alluring. You wanted to be in his grasp. This was far better than anything you have had yet with him... so might as well take it.
"See? I can be soft and gentle, this is how I normally am, my sweet. Don't you forget that?" He assured you, slowly moving his bites and nibbles down your jaw, you felt a forced whimper come up your throat. Your body was enjoying this, but was your mind?
Your thoughts battled each other, whether you should let this happen, or struggle. Maybe you do want it.
"Yes, maybe you do." His breath was ice cold, sending shivers down your spine as he began to leave deep purple marks along your neck and down to your collarbone.
You felt his kisses slowly meltdown to your breasts, leaving all sorts of bite marks scattered on them. Your subconscious forces your hips to buck slightly for more, Dark looks up at you- a seductive grin plastered on his face.
To be practical, you were grinding on him, to the point that you realized it- somewhat feeling something firm that was covered more or less rubbing against your heat that began to grow. His breath hitched in the pleasure you are giving him.
"Aren't you a needy girl, huh." He cooed, watching your body be desperate for his soft and sensual touch. You nod, embarrassed- you looked away.
But, his hand gripped onto your jaw, making you stare at his dark gaze.
"But, I am afraid I cannot fulfill your needs just yet, darling. You have to have patience, you have to wait for it." That once nurturing body language that he obtained was soon fading away, as he now had you wrapped around his finger, and he's going to enjoy it.
His calloused hands that caressed you in ways you couldn't comprehend left your body, the bed now empty- the only pressure on it was your restrained self. As he got up, he left to get something across the room. There was a metal basket- what was contained inside it was hidden. He picked up the tiny holder and set it on the end table near your head.
He looked down at you, but all you saw was his silhouette, stalking over you. Little did you know, he was just gazing down in admiration. You, submitting to him this easily. He picked up this tiny thing from the basket, but you still couldn't see it as he was blocking the moonlight that came glistening through the windows behind him. You watch him take this small thing- hovering it over your skin. A small drop of water, cold cold water, fell onto your skin.
Of course, it's ice.
He then slowly traced it along your skin, the icy sensation going through your spine as your back arches, trying to avoid it-- but unable to. Your breath hitches as the ice tread its' way to your areolas- circling one just lightly enough to make them hard. He then lifts the ice, going to the other, then back down onto your chest, sliding it down to your stomach and abdomen. The cold residue of water rests on your skin.
"It's so peculiar when I see you enjoy this, I can see it in your eyes," Dark suspired, now letting the melted ice pool on your abdomen. The cold water now dripping down your sides as you feel yourself arch your back again- it doesn't help that when you do that, the water is now down your back, seeping into the made bed beneath you.
"Even though you deny it, don't you, pet."
That name ticked off something in your head, the need to struggle- you had to. You can't just let him corrupt your mind this easily. Although you want him to win, you want to fight. Let him earn this control over you, and so you did.
Dark hovered over you again, this time just observing you- your body language.
"I thought I was closer than this... alright then." He got up again, then taking off the blazer he had one, now revealing the vest that covered his white button-down. He then rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and hands to their complete power.
Dark then took something out of his back pocket. Something metallic- and he flicked it open. The moonlight reflected off the sharp edges.
"You know your safeword." He reminded you, you nodding in return. The flattened edge of the pocket blade hovered over your thighs.
He stood at the side of the bed, still in the way of your direct light with the moon, but still had a light on where he wanted it the most.
"Oh so bare thighs you have, pet- I can remedy that." Dark glided the tip of the knife just barely at your skin, making you jolt in shock.
You felt a slight sting when you did move, causing him to lean to your face, pressing his free hand onto your throat.
"I suggest staying still if you don't want to suffer the consequences." His tone was stern. One wrong move and you would be out of there with more than a mark.
You nodded quickly, his grip on your throat loosened, but was still there- just keeping you still as best as he could. The restrains sure did help.
The tip of the knife went back onto your skin, not enough to break any tissue- but to feel a sharp edge. It was cold, it honestly felt even colder than the ice, but maybe that's the point.
It then started, you felt a much more striking sting, the warm blood trickling down into your inner thighs and onto the black bedding beneath you. You whimpered, your breath hitching as he continued making his art on your thigh. Tears began to pool at the edges of your eyes- an occasional few drops slid down your face into your hair.
"Keep breathing and it will hurt less, I promise," Dark said, not looking at you while you stared at his shadowed body standing by you.
He is very perceptive, monitoring you at all times- it was very helpful.
After a couple of minutes, you felt him lean over, applying pressure onto the bed as he began to lick up some of the blood that was still on your thigh. Although it was one way to clean up, it was still a painful one as his tongue glided over the mark he left on you.
"Would you like to see it?" He went over to the end table, grabbing a handheld mirror.
You didn't respond, so he showed you anyways. He reflected the mirror in a way so you can see his signature, carved into your right thigh. It was bloody but perfectly outlined.
You only could react in a muffled whimper as you bit your lip, the pain the only thing on your mind. You had a love/hate relationship with it.
"The stinging will be gone soon, there will be many other things for you to focus on, don't worry Bunny." Dark set down the mirror and knife on the end table.
As much as he seemed to be caring and nurturing over you, how you're doing- you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this state, in this pain he's causing. This way of submitting and letting him do this to you, yet you think you're fighting it. Pitiful.
Isn't it fun when a thought pops up in your head, and it isn't even yours?
For what seemed like an impulse, Dark went to the foot of the bed, undoing the shackles that were on your feet. One after another, you scrunched your leg, sort of defending yourself- a shield in a way. But, would it block him from getting what he truly desires.
Dark knew you would react this way, unfortunately. His goal by the end of this all is to embed himself into your mind, submitting to him instantly- no fear, no doubt, just him.
He slid a box out from under the supported bed- a thin yet sturdy black rope was now in his possession.
You watched him in silence as he began to grip onto your leg, tying a knot around your thigh, wrapping it around to your calf. The only audible thing was your breathy whimpers and the friction of the rope and his aggressive clutch.
He then did the same to your other leg, now both legs bound their respective calves. You lied there, on your back, each hand-tied cuffed to the ropes on the opposing corners on the headboard, and legs wounded in a beautiful black rope.
"Thank you for being so patient, princess."
