Fic: What Gets Broken
maeglinyedi and nimori have come up with a great weekly challenge on the Beloved Enemies list. Every week they're going to give us a new word from the dictionary and we are supposed to use it as a theme for a drabble. This week's word is "contumacy," one meaning of which is "obstinate or contemptuous resistance to authority; stubborn rebelliousness." So here is my humble entry.
WHAT GETS BROKEN
Severus warned me you would be defiant. He said that’s just the way
you are.
It isn't difficult to understand why. Everyone from Dumbledore to
Fudge to the bloody house elves has coddled you from the first moment you
showed your scar in our world, and you became used to having your way.
Well, that loving world you knew so well is gone now. I helped rip it
to shreds and now I own it, just as I own you. And I will not allow
you to be defiant.
The first night you were brought to my bed, you fought like an animal.
You kicked. You flailed. You tried to scratch my eyes out. And so I
restrained you. You were a beautiful sight, standing there with your
wrists bound tightly behind your back, a magical noose of thick,
scratchy rope tight around your neck. The rope was just long enough to allow
you to stand on tiptoe and I kept you that way for hours, until your
body was slick with sweat and your calves quivered from the strain of
keeping your airway open.
When I graciously gave you some relief by hoisting you upwards and
wrapping your legs around my torso, burying my cock deep in your arse, I
believed I had conquered you. It was a glorious feeling to plunder your
taut, shivering body, to watch and feel as your chest heaved
frantically with the effort of drawing breath after unrestricted breath. I
released you after I came and you collapsed in a heap on the floor,
dripping with perspiration and semen, well and truly broken.
Or so I thought.
When you were brought to me the second time, your neck still bruised
and raw from the savage kiss of the rope, you wisely did not struggle. I
think you would have liked to try, but a single glance at the noose
still dangling from the ceiling rafters made you realize your place. As a
reward for your show of obedience, this time I tied you to the bed.
But you had no appreciation for my kindness. When I touched you,
languidly stroking my hand down the center of your chest, you flinched and
hissed at me to leave you the fuck alone. When I tried to kiss you, you
bit my lip so hard I withdrew tasting my own blood. And so I silenced
you with a charm, forcing your teeth apart with a ring gag. The feel
of your tongue working spasmodically against the underside of my cock as
I slipped it between your stretched lips was astonishing. The
uncontrolled clenching of the muscles in the back of your throat as you tried
to vomit me out stroked me to the most intense climax of my life.
Tonight I will have you brought to me again. I’m already hard in
anticipation of taming you once more. After all, despite my efforts, I
expect you will continue to be defiant. It’s just the way you are.
WHAT GETS BROKEN
Severus warned me you would be defiant. He said that’s just the way
you are.
It isn't difficult to understand why. Everyone from Dumbledore to
Fudge to the bloody house elves has coddled you from the first moment you
showed your scar in our world, and you became used to having your way.
Well, that loving world you knew so well is gone now. I helped rip it
to shreds and now I own it, just as I own you. And I will not allow
you to be defiant.
The first night you were brought to my bed, you fought like an animal.
You kicked. You flailed. You tried to scratch my eyes out. And so I
restrained you. You were a beautiful sight, standing there with your
wrists bound tightly behind your back, a magical noose of thick,
scratchy rope tight around your neck. The rope was just long enough to allow
you to stand on tiptoe and I kept you that way for hours, until your
body was slick with sweat and your calves quivered from the strain of
keeping your airway open.
When I graciously gave you some relief by hoisting you upwards and
wrapping your legs around my torso, burying my cock deep in your arse, I
believed I had conquered you. It was a glorious feeling to plunder your
taut, shivering body, to watch and feel as your chest heaved
frantically with the effort of drawing breath after unrestricted breath. I
released you after I came and you collapsed in a heap on the floor,
dripping with perspiration and semen, well and truly broken.
Or so I thought.
When you were brought to me the second time, your neck still bruised
and raw from the savage kiss of the rope, you wisely did not struggle. I
think you would have liked to try, but a single glance at the noose
still dangling from the ceiling rafters made you realize your place. As a
reward for your show of obedience, this time I tied you to the bed.
But you had no appreciation for my kindness. When I touched you,
languidly stroking my hand down the center of your chest, you flinched and
hissed at me to leave you the fuck alone. When I tried to kiss you, you
bit my lip so hard I withdrew tasting my own blood. And so I silenced
you with a charm, forcing your teeth apart with a ring gag. The feel
of your tongue working spasmodically against the underside of my cock as
I slipped it between your stretched lips was astonishing. The
uncontrolled clenching of the muscles in the back of your throat as you tried
to vomit me out stroked me to the most intense climax of my life.
Tonight I will have you brought to me again. I’m already hard in
anticipation of taming you once more. After all, despite my efforts, I
expect you will continue to be defiant. It’s just the way you are.