10. Bruises
And I enjoyed writing it, anon~ >:Dc Again, I feel like this is something that I could go into a lot more depth on, and someday, maybe I’ll do a full length something explaining the nuances behind Reiji’s thought process here…
Ah well. For now, this is just vaguely nsfw bonding time for him and Reader. ^^
Warnings for corporal punishment, obviously, as well as implied child abuse and other DL typical nastiness.
“Hold still, now. We’re going to do ten this time, alright?”
“Understood.” Reiji’s voice doesn’t shake a bit, even as he’s bent over his own bed, about to be beaten. You’re the one who feels unsure.
Even so, you swing the belt just like he showed you, wincing only a little bit at the crack of leather on bare skin, the sight of red blossoming under where your hit had landed. Reiji had insisted that he wanted this, wanted the pain, and you’re determined to do what he needs.
“One.” You’re going to go slow. Not only because you need it, but because you’re well aware that the anticipation will get under his skin.
The next two strikes land in quick succession, and you catch the first whisper of a flinch from Reiji. Vampire resilience or not, you’re hitting with as much strength as you can muster, and it has to hurt.
The skin of his thighs is already going a dark, bruised looking red. You swallow your worry, and count off both hits, just as you agreed.
Reiji takes number four with the same poise, only slightly tensing under the pain. You bite your lip. He had insisted that he wanted this to hurt. For number five, you put even more power into the strike, and are rewarded with a sweet little yelp escaping from his throat. That’s more like it, you think, and count off those two strikes as well.
Six lands directly on top of a previous hit, and you force yourself to ignore the trickle of blood that oozes from the broken skin that results. Reiji has a safeword for a reason. He can stop this at any time.
“Six.” You don’t miss the way he shivers at your stern tone.
Seven leaves another red, angry bruise behind, staining the pale skin of Reiji’s thighs with crimson. You’re hitting more than hard enough to do real damage to a human, but the most response you get is another yelp.
Eight draws out a third little sound, this time coupled with a short, gasping breath. Reiji ducks his head and shakes, but you don’t falter.
“You’re doing good, you know,” you say, right before landing the next strike, the strongest one yet, and Reiji actually moans. It’s the most reaction you’ve gotten out of him, and you dare a smile. It’s not so bad, when you can tell that he’s enjoying it like this.
The final strike lands across the sensitive curve of Reiji’s thighs with a resounding snap. As soon as “ten” leaves your mouth, Reiji goes limp.
You’re sitting on the bed next to him in an instant, rubbing his back and running fingers through his hair. His thighs are a mess of blood and fresh bruises, and despite the way that he’s shivering almost painfully, the way he looks up at you is nothing short of worshipful.
The most you know about Reiji’s… interest in being beaten is that it was a common occurrence in his childhood, that the closest to affection his mother ever treated him with was after beating him bloody.
This, you think, is a much better way to fill that need.