Naïve

Naïve.

He’s so n a ï v e.

It shouldn’t be so easy to have your boyfriend face down on the bed naked, blinded, and bound by his wrists without him asking any questions.
But that is exactly what happened.

His breath hitched as I drug the belt down his back teasingly slow.

“Alex…” – he let out a shaky breath – “…can you please go easy on me this time…?”

I didn’t bother to hide the dark smile that was forming on my lips.

“Maybe if you beg loud enough.”

Before he could speak again, I brought the belt down hard onto his back, earning a strangled cry in return.

I brought the belt down hard again on his back, and then again on his ass, and then again on his arms, watching the marks transition from a bright red to a bruising purple.

There wasn’t a protest heard.

I stopped for a moment and grabbed onto his hair, gently tugging it back to force him to lift his head up.
I examined his face for a second.

“You’re not crying are you?”

He bit down on his lip before slowly shaking his head.
I pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go of his hair.

“Good boy.”

I brought the belt down softer, earning a moan in return.

It shouldn’t be so easy to twist and distort the fine line between pleasure and torture.

I brought the belt down hard again, earning a loud cry in return, but he begs for more.
So I gave it to him.

Hard and soft. Pink and sore in some places. Purple and bleeding in other places.

I finally grew tired, tossed the belt to the side, untied him and removed the blindfold before crawling into his arms.
I looked up and saw a tear roll down his cheek, moving to wipe it away.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that I was hurting you, love?”

He faked a smile and kissed my forehead.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

It’s shouldn’t be this easy to manipulate him in such a way.
But that is exactly what has been happening.

In fact, manipulating him was so easy I almost stopped doing it.

A l m o s t.

♠ | ♣

“I-I didn’t mean to forget! I-I’m so sorry!”

I watched him scramble about the kitchen, trying to gather up the dirty dishes that were left in the sink from last night. He managed to place them in the dishwasher. All except one.

A plate slipped from his grasp and shattered once it hit the floor.

He’s very clumsy; it’s one of the things I tend to admire about him.
It still took all of my willpower to not backhand him for screwing up.

“I’m sorry…! I’m so, so sorry!”

He rushed to pick up the pieces with his hands.

“What kind of idiot are you?!”
I grab a hold onto his hands, ignoring him hissing in pain – they were already covered in cuts.

He froze. I decided to change the tone in my voice.

“You’re not supposed grab that with your hands. That’s how you get hurt…”
I guided him to the sink and washed the blood off of his hands.

“I’m sorry…”

I left him to grab bandages, came back and bandaged every cut, kissing his hands in the process.

Because that’s what a loving, caring, boyfriend would do, right?

“You need to be more careful, Alex. You don’t want hurt yourself again.”
I stood on my toes to bring my lips to his. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back.

“I’ll be more careful. I promise.”
“Good boy.”

♠ | ♣

“Fuck…!”
“Do you want me to be more gentle?”

I nodded. He kissed my ear as he continued to push inside me.

I know I’m a hypocrite. I want him to be as gentle and loving with me as possible during sex.
It’s the only time I don’t have complete control over him.

He breathed out my name.
“You know I love you so much, right…?”

You really shouldn’t.

“I know you do, Alex.”

He bit down on my shoulder, grabbed my hips and pushed in deeper, causing a moan to escape from my mouth.

Needy kisses.
Needy touches.
Needy moans.

Until we’re both finished.

I’m the only one he wants. I’m the only one he needs.
I make sure of that.

He knows what’ll happen if he wants someone other than me.
He knows what’ll happen if he tries to leave me.

“Do you really love me, Alex?”
He smiled at me as he played with a strand of my hair.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

I glanced at all of the bruises I left on him.

Guilt? That’s new.

“Those are nothing. They don’t hurt. It’s my fault I’m sure.”
He hooked his finger under my chin to make me look at him.

“You helped me in ways that I can’t repay back. You gave me a home when I didn’t have one. You loved me when no one else would.”

He paused.

“You saved me from my parents…”

Naïve.
Because he was born and raised in abuse.

Sexual.
Mental.
Emotional.

Constant abuse.

I sighed and pulled him close to me.

“You’re mine. Never forget that. No one else gets to lay a hand on you.”
“I know. I love you.”

Manipulating him was so easy I almost stopped doing it.

A l m o s t.