something diffurnt
Title: Ownership
Character: T-Bag, other
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1085
Summary: T-Bag hasn’t forgotten that Michael took from him.
Notes: Second fanfic evarr, hope it’s better than my first. And guess what? Not a drop of fluff! Tell me what you think!
Warnings: Contains tobacco use (which I only condone when it’s T-Bag), rape, and various kinks.
Disclaimer: I own a poodle, but none of these characters.
He took the cigarette from behind his ear and put it between his newly softened lips. One of the first things he acquired when he got out was chap stick. A flick of the lighter, and he took a slow satisfying drag as his gaze returned to the front steps across the street. He’d been waiting, leaning against this most uncomfortable stone wall, for near two hours. The only thing keeping him calm was the cigarette, so he savored each sweet drag. It’s his last one. Relax, she’ll come. She’s got to come home eventually. It’s the right address, it’s almost midnight. Where the fuck is she? An hour passes by, nothing has stirred. He’s fidgeting with his pocket, tongue darting to his lips with a nervous intensity. He needs another cigarette. Fuck. She’s not coming. Fuck! No, no. Don’t get upset, just relax. Keep cool. Just go get yourself some cigarettes and go back to the motel. Tomorrow. It will just have to wait ‘till tomorrow. I’ve waited weeks already, I can damn well wait another 24 hours.
*
She was young, maybe 23 or 24, tan skin, long dark brown hair. Definitely not his type, but that was besides the point. She was Pretty’s wife, and that was all that mattered. He didn’t care why he had married her, only that she was something of his, something there for the taking. And he would take her, just like Michael had taken Maytag from him. But he wouldn’t kill her, no. At least not right away. He wanted Michael to suffer, to know it was his fault that this was happening to her. No, he couldn’t kill her. It would be too simple, too easy. He could make Michael miserable knowing she’s still alive, still out there somewhere, trapped. With the murderer. The rapist. The pedophile. He’d find ways to make her useful.
*
She sobbed, as he held the blade to the back of her neck, pulling her against his sweat-slicked chest.
“Do it. Do it nice an’ hard, but don’t break the skin.”
She tried to steady herself as her cheek met his collarbone. She was so scared, so scared that she would do it wrong or too hard and he would cut her throat then and there. How hard until it hurt him? Did it matter? Was it pain that he wanted from her? Sick fuck. You expect me to know how to do this? Maybe I should just take a nice bite out of his jugular. He’s going to kill me anyways, right? Hesitantly she grazed his neck with her teeth.
“Harder,” he demanded as he pressed her head deeper against him. She bit down, this time harder but still not enough to satisfy him.
“Girl, my patience is runnin’ awful low tonight. I suggest you start markin’ me right ‘bout now.”
Fine. He asked for it. She didn’t hold anything back this time, taking a small mound of skin between her teeth, tugging, gnawing, pulling away from him until he let out a low moan that startled her. Oh fuck! Shit! What did I do?! She let go, panicked, her hand raising to protect her own throat fearing the worst. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back to him violently.
“More!” he growled.
Oh god, you fucking freak.
She obeyed him, marking all along his collarbone, both sides of his neck, drawing more gasps and moans from him than when he’d made her take him in her mouth. When there was hardly a place left to mark he stopped her. Please don’t kill me. Sluggishly he laid down on his back and dragged her on top of him. Sobbing, she looked at him for her instructions. He arranged her so she was straddling him, and she sat there trembling, waiting. What the fuck do you want from me?
“Do I really need to tell ya again to make it hurt? You got nails darlin’, put ‘em to good use.”
He took her hands and rubbed them along his chest until she got her nerve back. You sick bastard, I’ll fucking kill you. She did what he wanted, raking her nails down his arms first, drawing little specks of blood from his shoulders to his elbows, making him shudder underneath her. Oh god, he fucking likes this. I have to get out of here… oh god what’s next? He grew harder as she scratched deeper until he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling her panties aside he thrust himself inside her, forcing a cry of pain from her throat. Oh my god no no no get out of me! Get out of me get out of me oh god…He started a slow rhythm beneath her, and then stopped. Please be done, please, please…He laid there for a moment and looked up at her to see her eyes shut tight and her arms folded across her naked chest.
“How ‘bout a little more participation, darlin’?
He grabbed her by the wrists, brought them to his own bared neck and forced them to close around him. Please… stop… Then he got back into his rhythm, moving his hands back down to steady her at her hips. Her hair fell forward sweeping onto his chest, and he thought he would come right then and there, but he wanted to make this last a while longer, so he slowed down. Her hands were starting to loosen around his throat and he hissed at her.
“Tighter.”
A few minutes at this and her muscles were searing with pain. He could tell by her trembling that she was aching and wouldn’t last much longer, he needed to finish up. His quickened pace made the pain in her legs so unbearable that they gave out. When she collapsed with her full weight into his thrusts he lost control, throwing his head back with a groan as he finished. …get out of me… She didn’t grab his throat as tight as he would have liked, but it was still the best thing he had ever felt. He didn’t know if she had come or not, but it didn’t really matter because she wouldn’t stop sobbing either way. Not after what he’d made her do to him. She’d done well enough for her first night with him, so he decided he’d let her sleep without binding her, as long as she stayed right next to him, curled under his arm where she belonged. She was his now.
.