The loud sound of leather hitting skin resounded through the silence. Moans of pain reverberated against the four walls accompanying the melody of leather and skin. Dimitri was completely bound, his wrists were tied on opposite ends of a frame structure while his ankles were wide apart. 

"Harder?" (Y/n) asked, a sadistic smile stretching the corners of her lips.

"Yes, mistress." he whimpered. His back was littered with multiple cuts and bruises inflicted by the whip. By now, (Y/n) had delivered 20 lashes against his body. Pain bloomed from his bludgeoned flesh which he endured most willingly. 

(Y/n) delivered ten more lashes on his back. The sound of the whip cutting through the air was equally tantalizing as the pain that it inflicted. As promised, she had inflicted more pain making him scream and pant harder in between. Blood bloomed from the open wounds on his back. The crimson color was a beautiful contrast to his pale skin. They weren't too deep but if left untreated they could leave a mark and add more decorations to his skin. 

"Does it hurt too much?" (Y/n) asked as she walked around him. She watched the sweat dripping from his face and the red of her lipstick sticking to his skin much like the blood she had spilt. He could see him shivering slightly, he only had his pants on after all and the room was fairly cold. 

"Yes, mistress," he answered, submissively. 

"Good. You did such a good job taking it so well." She cupped his cheeks and he instantly leaned into her soft touch. 

"Now, thank me for disciplining you to be a good boy."

"Thank you." (Y/n) frowned, humming slightly to express her distaste. Obviously, his gratitude did not satisfy her. He doesn't sound sincere enough. 

Dimitri was quick to pick on this and tried again. "Thank you for teaching a worthless scum like me to be a good boy worthy of your divine beauty. I'm so glad to have you as my mistress."

"Impressive. Little Alexi is such a good boy." (Y/n) dropped her whip and began to caress his exposed muscles with her gloved hand. They were firm and beautiful, honed from hard work and years of training as a killer. Dimitri was a piece of art, geniuses of ancient civilizations would beg just to sculpt his likeness into marble like the gods of legends. 

Her finger found his nipples. She teased, pinched, and played with them earning cute little moans from his lips. She loved the way he would respond to her ministrations so she decided to use her lips and suck on his dainty buds. Dimitri released a pleasant whisper that made her pussy salivate with want. The sexiness and sensuality of his voice were unparalleled like a ballad composed by Eros. One of her hands trailed its way through his abs down to his erect cock. 

A metal ring bounded the base of his cock preventing him from cumming too early. (Y/n) wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to pump in slow, rhythmic motions. She made sure to caress his favorite spots, allowing him to feel more pleasure. 

Dimitri was enjoying the tantalizing pleasure she brought to his body. She delivered both pain and pleasure in a decadent mixture of torture and euphoria. 

When she felt that Dimitri was about to cum, she stopped and pulled away. The look of disappointment and horror was hard to ignore but it fueled her sinful appetite. He tugged at his ligature wanting to move closer to her, to touch her, feel her and fuck her but he couldn't. (Y/n) believed that if he really wanted to he could escape but he still had his restraints. He pretended to be a helpless animal for her amusement which she appreciated. 

"Little Alexi still has a lot to learn about discipline and self-control. You were just about to cum without mommy's permission. That's not very good of you."

"I'm sorry. I disappointed you... I'll do better."

"Promises, promises, promises. They do nothing, darling. I should really teach you more about restrain." 

(Y/n) pulled down her panties and gagged him with it. She didn't miss the way his lips quirked up despite being gagged implying that he quite liked it. He probably even likes the taste of her used panties. 

(Y/n) pulled out a pink dildo, 9 inches in length capable of vibrating in different rhythms. She sat on his desk and spread her legs wide open for him to see her dripping pussy. It was clear that she wouldn't need any lube. She trailed kisses along her dildo making him watch while he was incapable of touching her. 

"Dimitri, do you know my favorite thing about sex, besides cumming of course? It's when we fuck in the morning and I would go to school... I would do everything I would usually do... but then I would feel your cum dripping from my pussy." Dimitri tugged at his bonds, desperate to feel her.  

She placed her fingers on her entrance to prepare herself. Clear fluids slid down his table like delicious ambrosia. She made him watch as she inserted her dildo inside her pussy, moaning wantonly at the pleasure. She began to move it at a slow, delicious pace. The vibrations heightened her pleasure, stimulating her sensitive walls including her clit. 

"When I pee I would see your semen on my panties and I would remember how you fucked me. You were always so relentless. Even if you reach the end you would push harder and violate my cervix as if you want to burst it open and fuck my womb too. Then you would fill me up as much as you can like a little dog with its lustful cock."

Dimitri watched with shallow breaths, his pale eyes clouded with beastly desires. He hated that thing more than anything in the world right now. He should be the one making (Y/n) feel good, not that stupid pink sex toy. He trashed against his restraints like a feral animal which only served to entertain her. 

"Sometimes, I would accidentally squirt out your cum while reciting in class and my voice would waver. Sometimes, when I don't do anything to stop it... it drips down my thighs and I would be wearing these short skirts. Anyone looking close enough could see... could see your dirty little seeds trailing down my legs... as if I'm your sweet breeding bitch."

Dimitri nearly came as he listened to her sensual tale interrupted only by her delicious moans. Blood rushed through his veins making him grow harder, painfully harder, and more erect. Her voice was low and seductive like an aria of temptation used to lure sailors to their watery graves. He wanted to drown in her voice, in her body heat, and the touch of her soft velvety skin. He wanted her moans to ring loud in his ear... He wanted to be spent, worn, and bruised under her body. 

Fuck, it was too painful... wanting, lusting, desiring... All these feelings have been multiplied tenfold ever since (Y/n) became his. His desire has become insatiable. He thought that having her would tame his obsession even by a fraction but it did the opposite... having her made him more insane. 

(Y/n) threw her head back moaning loudly as the sex toy reached the deepest parts of her core and stimulated her with pleasant vibrations. The lewd sounds her pussy made were even more debauched. 

Dimitri's mind couldn't help but imagine how his cock should be the one inside her, feeling how soft and tight she was. He watched as her eyes rolled at the back of her head, her lips singing hymns of Aphrodite. 

"That felt really good. Might even be better than your cock." Dimitri glared at her, the comment obviously offended him. She giggled, the sound teasing his senses. "I think I'm in the mood to see you whimpering and begging."

"I should whip you from the front. It'll allow me to see how pretty you are when in pain." (Y/n) grinned maliciously as she picked up her whip. She wielded it elegantly like a ribbon, raising it over her head, rotating her wrist on a 360 angle before bringing it down with a loud cracking sound. 

Dimitri had excitement in his eyes. Fire blazed inside him, challenging her to do her worst. 

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Dimitri sat on his sofa, his back turned to (Y/n) as she cleaned his wounds. Like a professional, she ensured that she provided him with the best aftercare. She showered him with praises and caressed him with tenderness. She brewed him a delicious cup of tea to restore his energy and soothe his body. She sang a soft tune for him which he listened to with reverence.

No words were exchanged between them but it was the comfortable kind of silence where they simmer in their own thoughts and rest.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, rubbing ointment on his split skin. The lascivious cruelty had vanished from her person, a different countenance now rested upon her face. Perhaps the calmness and gentleness she express right now are the true her or perhaps it's one of the multiple masks she wore. 

"The pain is tolerable. I've had worse but I am glad that you enjoyed yourself so much. This is nothing. I'll wear my scars proudly as proof of your love." 

(Y/n) released a pleasant laugh, the sound musical to his ears. She kissed the skin of his back and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"I don't think it will scar. This ointment is very potent. You'll be fine."

"That's a shame then. But I suppose we have the rest of our lives for you to paint your marks on my body and mine on yours." Dimitri lifted her hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of her palm. 

"You're always so sentimental after we do it. It's... Cute."

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice somewhat hesitant as if he didn't really want to speak the words in his mind. 

"What is it?"

"The annual Morozov family banquets are about to commence. My father's secretaries haven't stopped pestering me to attend this year and now he insists that I bring you along and introduce you to the entire clan. Normally, I wouldn't go but Dedushka has urged me to attend and I need some information I could only find in my father's house. I was wondering if you could attend with me"

(Y/n) pulled away, surprised by the information. "Is this the reason why you were a bit spaced out during the funeral yesterday?"

"Partially, yes. Will you go with me? I promise to keep you safe. No one from my rotten family could do anything bad to you as long as I'm with you. But I just need you to be there. Be beautiful, be your elegant yet "bad bitch" self, and never take shit from my family. That's all I ask."

She laughed at his remark. She does like being called a bad bitch by her friends. It was the highest compliment they gave to remind her how awesome she was. Dimitri heard it a couple of times and seems to have adapted it. 

The amusement soon vanished from her face as soon as another realization dawned on her. "I'll be meeting your parents for the first time!"

This made her panic. Despite Dimitri's distaste for his parents, it doesn't remove the fact that they're still the people who made him and raised him. Meeting his parents is obviously a great milestone in their relationship and it made her queasy. 

"Don't be alarmed, my love. You don't have to impress them. In fact, it should be them who need to put on their best behavior when I introduce you."

"Dimitri, this is a big deal! No time for bullshit! What if they don't like me?"

"Then they can go kill themselves, I don't care. I love you, I'll fight for you... and if they disagree," (Y/n) heard the faint, dark chuckle that rumbled from his throat. It sounded so dark and ominous yet also attractive. "Well then, their opinions won't matter once they're 6 ft underground."

"You're going to kill your own parents?" 

(Y/n) recoiled from his touch as if he had burned her. She knew that Dimitri had psychotic tendencies but hearing the words coming from him made her uneasy. She understands that he has disagreements with his family but... is it really enough reason to be that hostile? 

"For you, yes, and for me too. They might have given birth to me but they never nurtured me. One of these days, I would like you to meet the woman who actually raised me." 

Dimitri's voice softened this time. His earlier hostility vanished, replaced by something akin to fondness and excitement.

"Is it your nanny?" she asked, tracing the soft line of muscles on his back. 

"Yes, she's a teacher from the Philippines who took care of me from when I was 8 until I turned 15. I call her Nanay Maria. She's a nice lady who took no shit from the people around her, she would even hit me with tsinelas if I misbehave. She showed me compassion, something my parents never taught me because it's not something they ever learned."

"Even your mom?"

"She doesn't care about me. She just birthed me and then cast me aside after fulfilling her duties. She doesn't love Malcolm and their marriage is just for convenience. Malcolm pretends that he cares by giving me everything that he thinks I want but he only cares about the Morozov name and his legacy. I want to tell him that I'll be taking your name once we get married just to spite him but I don't want to give him a reason to target you knowing that bastard."

(Y/n) pursed her lips. He just revealed his feelings and troubles but she has no idea how to respond. Should she say something to comfort him or should she just stay quiet? Dimitri rarely rants but when he does it seems that he unpacks quite a lot. 

"I'm sorry to hear that about your family. It must have been quite hard to grow in that environment. But at least you're not a serial killer... Well, you're an assassin but uhmm... I still like you." Dimitri laughed at her awkwardness. Despite having dominatrix tendencies, he adores how multifaceted her character can be.

"Do you want to go to therapy? That's a lot of baggage to unpack." 

Dimitri chuckled even more as if she said something silly. "Why would I, when you're already my peace? I only need you, (Y/n). Sanity can fuck off."

"Okay, that is really sweet but also very disturbing."

"Darling, you're the one into BDSM."

"You don't like it?"

"I like it to some degree. After all, I'm the one who asked you to do it. I get to see a different version of you and she's terrifying but very hot. Plus, pain is a good thing. It reminds me that I'm still alive and I have something to live for. You." 

Dimitri turned, meeting her gaze. His eyes were filled with admiration as if she was the most exquisite piece of art ever crafted. "Your future, our future, and to the people we will be 10, 20, 30 years from now. I want to grow with you."

Dimitri placed her hand on his face and leaned into her warmth. "And if I ever lose you... I will burn this world if I have to... Just for you."

A/n:

Just to clarify (Y/n) and Dimitri switch. They like to take turns on who doms and who subs to foster a healthy sexual relationship and satisfy each other. This time it's (Y/n)'s turn, next time will be Dimitri’s.