I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests (if not that’s fine!) b u t Some E/R with Raoul being a bratty sub would be great, thanks!
I am always taking requests! Shout out to the wonderful Erika’s Lair, who attempted valiantly to teach me what the hell a bratty sub would say (spoiler: I am a bad pupil, and this happened anyway, despite their best efforts).
I have trouble writing scenes that don’t feel in character to me, so forgive me if this is not at all what you wanted. Posting anyway because someone is bound to enjoy it! 18+/ NSFW. Under a jump for (mild) noncon.
The boy loves the noose, I have noticed; his cock goes rigid in his torn trousers every time I pull the rope taut about his hairless throat. He complains, but he cannot conceal his blushes. The heat in his cheeks reminds me of an apple, perfectly ripe.
Nothing can stop me from taking a bite.
Christine is lost in a deep, dreamless sleep in the chamber beyond; she believes I have left to lock the boy away, safe in some dungeon, far from me. She martyrs herself for him, and I hate her for it. My nature is violence, but from that I will spare her; the boy, however, will pay for winning her love.
Where I cannot have hers, I will claim his soul.
I draw the noose tight, admiring the fight in him. His shoes slide against the carpet as he wrestles himself away from me; even helpless, he is ashamed to let me see his guilty cock. I stroke the naked flesh beneath his torn shirt, running my fingers up his broad, sweating chest, digging my nails into his yellow curls; before me he whines and bites his teeth into his bottom lip.
He does not realize that he is already begging.
A lazy flick of a wrist and I cut the rope. He crumples to the floor, sputtering, choking, glaring; his bound wrists strain behind his back as he attempts to find his feet. His voice is like gravel when he finally addresses me; I relish the sound of my rope in his words. “You promised her you would spare me,” he says, and his hero’s confidence is stirring, “you will not keep your promise.”