The Destruction; hc_bingo
Title: The Destruction
Fandom: Midnight Cinderella
Prompt: Whipping/Flogging
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 579
Rating: PG
Warnings: Whipping (and other BDSM themes)
Summary: Kate gets whipped by Alyn in the bedroom.
AN: I did this based off a mobile game. And I also did this based off the information I have on BDSM (well, excluding safewords because there was nowhere for that.) Title comes from "The Destruction" from Carrie the Musical. (Because it's a breakdown... like Kate is having.)
It hurt so good. The lashes seared her flesh, but it felt so freeing. She didn’t have to think about treaties or impending wars. All she needed to focus on was the sensations of the whip on her bare skin.
“Please,” she mumbled into the cool sheets. She needed his touch, his guidance, but he had paused. She tensed, waiting in anticipation, and then gasped as his hand brushed against her bare skin.
His bare hand then hit her ass, and she moaned out loud. “It’s so good.” That earned her two more whacks. It stung pleasantly. It was tempting to disobey him, but she also wanted to be good for him.
“Don’t make any noise,” he told her before landing a few more hits with his whip.
She bit her lip to keep from gasping out loud. It was more intense than the last few hits he gave her.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
She felt a surge of pride, and she wanted to be good for him to gain his praise.
“Stay still,” he told her as he moved away from her.
She stiffened for a short moment, suddenly acutely aware of how she wasn’t with him. It was easy to lose herself with him there to guide her, but this small moment made it possible for all her thoughts to bombard her.
She could hear him shifting stuff, and then he returned with another whip. It was more intense, the hits spread across her back. It took everything in her to obey his command to stay still. She wanted to move away from the hits but also towards it.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised.
She needed this-the praise, the easy commands-and he gave her exactly what she needed.
When the last hit landed on her tender skin, she cried out. It was too much but just right at the same time. She nearly collapsed on the bed, only holding herself up through sheer determination.
His eyes, smoldering hot just moments earlier, were now soft with concern as he scanned her face. It seemed that he saw what he wanted, for he now was smiling softly as he cradled her face in his hand.
“How are you,” he asked her.
“Better,” she answered honestly. “Thank you.” Those two words fell out of her mouth without input from her brain. (Even then, she wasn’t upset that she said those words.)
She loved that he was willing to do this for her. She loved that he took her out of stressed environment and made her listen to him. She loved how willing he was to go along with this.
“You needed it,” he replied. His hand, so harsh just moments ago, was now soothing her. It made her feel so loved by him.
“But still,” she whispered into the quiet room, “it means a lot to me.”
She could never really explain why she needed this to Alyn-he didn’t get how being whipped gave her a freedom she couldn’t get any other way-but he still indulged in her fantasies because she asked. It was more than she ever expected from anyone.
And now, her mind was pleasantly blank. She didn’t think about the lessons Giles was trying to teach her or the threat of Stein. There was nothing to worry about in this moment except the sensations that came from listening to Alyn.
It was exhilarating to be taking his orders instead of giving them.