It was sick and twisted how much you enjoyed seeing your body covered in marks made by him.
Maybe it was because of how you were raised, only believing you were doing good if you were beaten and hurt.
Miguel had a dark side to him, one that enjoyed punishment and sadism, so you had both worked out a good little routine.
Miguel would give you what you needed and you would do that same in return.
Maybe it was unhealthy but it worked.
You stood in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror before Miguel came in and hugged you from behind, admiring the bruise around your throat from his hand.
"You okay, baby?" He asked gently pressing a kiss to your neck.
"Yeah, just got lost in thought that's all." You said as Miguel nodded and looked at your reflection.
"Youre so beautiful... So fucking beautiful." He growled into your ear as he bit down on your neck, making you gasp.
"Miguel." You whispered breathlessly as he chuckled softly.
"Is it still sore, baby? Does it hurt when I touch your neck?" He asked as he gently reached up and applied pressure to your throat again making you yelp a little in pain.
"Good girl... Still so tender and sensitive, isn't it?" He whispered into your ear as you nodded to the best of your ability.
His hand went under your shirt and rubbed over your hip softly.
"Your skin is so soft, why don't I change that? What if you had my initials on your hip, carved into it. Would you like that, baby?" He asked as you did your best to hide your excitement, you bit your lip and nodded a little.
"I thought you'd like that idea, Y/N." He replied before pulling away slowly.
"Get in the shower, baby girl. It'll be easier to wash the blood away in there." He instructed as you nodded and began to take off your clothes.
Miguel left to go get a blade as you unchanged and started the shower.
After it was warm enough your stepped in and let the warm water rush over you.
Eventually Miguel had joined you, he knelt onto the ground so he was eye level to your stomach.
He moved you enough so he could see you hip and gently pressed a kiss to your skin.
"Such a good girl." He whispered before he held the blade up and slowly pierced your skin, tears immediately welled in your eyes.
Once he drew blood he leant forward and licked over the droplet, savouring the taste in his mouth.
You whined softly and Miguel looked up to see you crying softly.
"Shh, sweetheart. I'll be done soon, are you going to be a brave girl for me?" He asked as you hit your lip and nodded.
"Good girl." He said before continuing on your hip.
The O of his last name was the toughest, you covered your mouth and sobbed.
Miguel finally finished and stood up to kiss you passionately.
"That's a good girl, you did so well for me." He whispered as he hugged you tightly, the water still pouring over the both of you.
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Miguel had bandaged up your wound and was now laying behind you, gently running his hand over your body.
"I love you." He whispered, kissing the back of your neck as you smiled and turned around so you could face him.
He reached up and ran his finger down the side of your face.
"I love you too." You whispered in response before cuddling into him and closing your eyes.
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