FORMERLY V D' YAVOL.
For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psycholo...
CONTENT WARNING: This chapter will include many Hard K!nks that some readers might find triggering, and/or unappealing. Some of these k!nks include: Slapping, choking, spitting, HARD degradation and knives. Praise, mocking, Angry Sex and breath play.
Read at your own discretion. These characters are fictional. Consent is KEY. The above mentioned k!nks were discussed by both parties prior to this chapter.
Enjoy, ya nasty.
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I pushed the handle of the door down with my elbow as I walked into the home. Lilith bombarded me with slobbering kisses and barks, and I nearly fell over her and my own two feet. I dropped the many bags onto the marble counter with a grunt, and my bag too after taking my phone from it.
"Daddy! I'm home!"
The house was pitch black, the only light on was the bright white foyer light. As I trailed further into the home, I turned on the lights. Mittens lay curled up into a grey ball on the sofa, and Lilith joined her and stared up at me with bright, glossy eyes. I bent down to where she lay and kissed her a million times before I noticed her eyes focus on something behind me.
Frowning, I turned.
And my heart nearly kept out of my throat.
His broad, dark figure stood at the stop of the stairs. His forearms, decorated with tattoos and bulging veins leaned against the dark brown railing. He stared down at me, the light casting a dark, devilish shadow against his face. His pearly blue eyes were setting fire to my body.
I knew that look all to well.
Parting my lips to speak was futile, for the man simply rose to his frightening height. His chest rippled as he slowly strolled down the stairs. His black trousers hung loosely from his hips, his jaw clenched tight with frustration, and anger.
Oh, shit.
He didn't say a word as he took stand in front of me, his expression doing nothing to hide the anger from deep within his being. With a shaky voice, I said, "I-I'm sorry. My phone was on silent, and-and I didn't think I would be out late,"
He reached a hand up, and gripped my chin tightly. His finger tips dug into the bone, and he leaned close to me. His breath fanned against my face, the smell of peppermint tickling my nostrils.
"What is your safeword?" he gritted out, and the moment the words left his mouth, his jaw went back to clenching. His eyes held a feral rage behind them, and it should've scared me and not turned me on. I swallowed a wad of spit.
"Sandwiches,"
And then he released my chin and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed absolutely nothing. I grabbed hold of his narrow waist from above as I yelped, and he trudged with me up the stairs in the matter of seconds. His body was scorching hot against my palms, as if the anger was trying to leave his body through his pores.
