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Title: In the Dark
Author: mina_kat9
Theme/Set: 17 In the Dark/CI
Rating: R/M
Claim (+ additional character(s)): Alex Eames (w/ others)
Warning: This is explicit, with frank discussion of sex and sexual violence. You don't like that--don't read it.
Summary: Pain (Note, I'm taking a decidedly AU approach for this claim. So don't freak. Or, do, 'cause it's pretty freaky, really.)
She lay in her bed, naked and still damp from her shower.
Her wrists were bruised. On one hand was the clear imprint of two fingers and a thumb, complete with nail marks. She ran her fingers over the marks remembering the fierce pressure holding her arms down above her head. It had only taken one hand to hold her firmly while she struggled under him.
He’d bitten her, drawing blood in two places. The third place was deeply bruised. Two of the bites would be visible; she’d have to cover them with make up and clothing. She wasn’t ashamed, but she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone pitying her for them.
That’s why she would never tell anyone. Not her family, not her co-workers, never a shrink. They would all look at her size and his and say-there was nothing she could have done. But that wasn’t true. She went to him. She put herself in his path when she didn’t have to.
And look at her now. Battered and bruised. Violently used by a man who took exactly what he wanted and no less.
Slowly she brushed her fingers over her breasts and down her belly. Her muscles were sore from fighting him. It would be days before she walked without feeling how he’d invaded her body. Easier maybe to lie in her bed and let herself heal.
She couldn’t do that, though. In the morning she would get up and go to work. And no one would know that the night before she’d been held down on the bed while he brutally fucked her-first in one hole and then the other. No one would see the vivid tooth marks on her shoulder. No one would see the deep bruise over the spot where her life’s blood flowed.
Her hand moved down to the soft hair between her legs. She was almost afraid to go further and feel the damage he’d done. Bruises covered her inner thighs from the force of his body against hers. Her delicate inner lips were swollen.
She winced when her fingers hit the spot of the third bite. He’d caught her labia between his sharp teeth and bitten her until she bled; the blood mingling with her body’s other fluids. More of a puncture than a tear, it would heal cleanly so long as she kept it clean. No doctor needed to see it.
He’d offered her a doctor, when he was done. As if she’d let anyone see her that way. Battered and bleeding, half naked on his bed. She shivered at the memory of how he hadn’t bothered stripping her completely, instead using the knife to cut away the delicate pink panties, leaving her open to him.
She shivered and lightly touched a fingertip to her clit, damp with the moisture that had formed as she remembered. Each gentle touch to one of his marks had tightened bands of pleasure in her belly. Her head fell back and she rubbed gently, thinking of how hard she’d come when he bit her labia. She tapped the tender spot with a knuckle and whimpered. Three times she’d come for him. Three times she’d surrendered completely to his mouth, his hands, and his cock. She rubbed harder, her breathing ragged now. He’d touched a deep part of her, one that had only ever been glimpsed in the attentions of all the good men before him.
But he wasn’t a good man. And he had no compunctions about hurting her. Her hand was a blur, every stroke bringing her closer. Head back, breath coming in gasps, she brought her free hand up to her shoulder where he had bloodied her and pushed hard. Pain seared through her and she came, crying out his name.
“I have this sneaking suspicion you’ll be back,” he’d said to her after, when they lay together drinking his Scotch. She would be. And soon.
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Author: mina_kat9
Theme/Set: 17 In the Dark/CI
Rating: R/M
Claim (+ additional character(s)): Alex Eames (w/ others)
Warning: This is explicit, with frank discussion of sex and sexual violence. You don't like that--don't read it.
Summary: Pain (Note, I'm taking a decidedly AU approach for this claim. So don't freak. Or, do, 'cause it's pretty freaky, really.)
She lay in her bed, naked and still damp from her shower.
Her wrists were bruised. On one hand was the clear imprint of two fingers and a thumb, complete with nail marks. She ran her fingers over the marks remembering the fierce pressure holding her arms down above her head. It had only taken one hand to hold her firmly while she struggled under him.
He’d bitten her, drawing blood in two places. The third place was deeply bruised. Two of the bites would be visible; she’d have to cover them with make up and clothing. She wasn’t ashamed, but she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone pitying her for them.
That’s why she would never tell anyone. Not her family, not her co-workers, never a shrink. They would all look at her size and his and say-there was nothing she could have done. But that wasn’t true. She went to him. She put herself in his path when she didn’t have to.
And look at her now. Battered and bruised. Violently used by a man who took exactly what he wanted and no less.
Slowly she brushed her fingers over her breasts and down her belly. Her muscles were sore from fighting him. It would be days before she walked without feeling how he’d invaded her body. Easier maybe to lie in her bed and let herself heal.
She couldn’t do that, though. In the morning she would get up and go to work. And no one would know that the night before she’d been held down on the bed while he brutally fucked her-first in one hole and then the other. No one would see the vivid tooth marks on her shoulder. No one would see the deep bruise over the spot where her life’s blood flowed.
Her hand moved down to the soft hair between her legs. She was almost afraid to go further and feel the damage he’d done. Bruises covered her inner thighs from the force of his body against hers. Her delicate inner lips were swollen.
She winced when her fingers hit the spot of the third bite. He’d caught her labia between his sharp teeth and bitten her until she bled; the blood mingling with her body’s other fluids. More of a puncture than a tear, it would heal cleanly so long as she kept it clean. No doctor needed to see it.
He’d offered her a doctor, when he was done. As if she’d let anyone see her that way. Battered and bleeding, half naked on his bed. She shivered at the memory of how he hadn’t bothered stripping her completely, instead using the knife to cut away the delicate pink panties, leaving her open to him.
She shivered and lightly touched a fingertip to her clit, damp with the moisture that had formed as she remembered. Each gentle touch to one of his marks had tightened bands of pleasure in her belly. Her head fell back and she rubbed gently, thinking of how hard she’d come when he bit her labia. She tapped the tender spot with a knuckle and whimpered. Three times she’d come for him. Three times she’d surrendered completely to his mouth, his hands, and his cock. She rubbed harder, her breathing ragged now. He’d touched a deep part of her, one that had only ever been glimpsed in the attentions of all the good men before him.
But he wasn’t a good man. And he had no compunctions about hurting her. Her hand was a blur, every stroke bringing her closer. Head back, breath coming in gasps, she brought her free hand up to her shoulder where he had bloodied her and pushed hard. Pain seared through her and she came, crying out his name.
“I have this sneaking suspicion you’ll be back,” he’d said to her after, when they lay together drinking his Scotch. She would be. And soon.
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