Bow Down | By : LadyRain Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Trent Reznor Views: 3360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bow Down
Dedicated to Darkfarie, I think you’ll like this one ;) Also hrishristy and Kristy and Aleena, the one who gave me the idea. Lyrics by Nine Inch Nails.
She was nervous. Her stomach was all in knots. It drove her crazy waiting for him. He loved driving her crazy. It was punishment making her wait.
She heard the front door open and she took in a sharp breath. Her heartbeat grew faster. His footsteps grew closer and she began to breathe heavily. Her hands trembled. Her teeth began to chatter.
A hand rested on her shoulder and her heartbeat quickened. She thought she was going to pass out. He gently brushed his hand through her light brown hair that fell in long layers to her shoulders. One time she had cut her hair really short and that had pissed him off. Fuck, was he mad.
You give me the reason. You give me control. I gave you my purity, my purity
you stole.
Trent leaned in and whispered into her ear,
“Go upstairs and wait for me.”
She got off the couch and headed up the stairs. Trent smiled at the sound of her heels clicking on the marble stairs. She wasn’t allowed to wear flat shoes.
Did you think I wouldn’t recognize this compromise. Am I just too stupid to realize, stale incense old sweat and lies, lies, lies.
She waited on the bed for him. Her nails tapping against her leg. He entered the
bedroom and she almost lost it. Trent had complete control over her. With one simple smile, she was under his spell.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She stood up and faced him. But she couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his. She had disobeyed him and felt extremely guilty about it. Of course Trent wouldn’t let her off the hook that easily. He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to make eye contact. She tried to pull away.
“No, look at me,” he commanded, forcing her face back into position.
Tears welled up in her eyes. What the hell was her problem? She had been hurt more than this before.
“Tell me what you did wrong,” he said, still holding her chin in his hand.
She swallowed before answering,
“I slept with Robin.”
“Yes, you did. And that was clearly against my rules, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Now you have to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“How should you be punished?”
“That’s your decision.”
It comes down to this, your kiss, your fist. And your strain, it gets under my skin. Within, take in the extent of my sin.
“Good girl,” Trent purred, releasing his grip, then patted her head.
She cast her eyes downward, not wanting to look at him anymore.
“Undress,” he said.
She slipped the spaghetti straps of her red silk dress off her shoulders. She was only allowed to wear black, red, white, or pink in Trent’s presence. Sometimes she was allowed to wear jeans, but very rarely. He liked her in dresses and skirts. It just made things easier.
The silk dress fell off her frame.
“Since when did you stop wearing a bra?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
She blushed. Trent liked her to wear underwear. He bought them for her.
“I forgot,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, I don’t really mind about the bra. Now if you had forgotten to wear panties, then I might be mad,” he replied.
You give me the anger. You give me the nerve. Carry out the sentence. I get
what I deserve.
Trent sat on the black bed the two shared and took in her beauty. He loved the
fact that she had meat on her bones. Some might have called her chubby, but he liked her body. Her tits were full and nicelapedaped. He especially loved her perky pink nipples.
She was wearing a pair of black lacy panties.
“Come here,” he said, gently.
She drew in a sharp breath as he pulled her over his lap. His hand caressed her backside, before bringing in down in a sharp smack. A small, almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips. He had heard it, and a somewhat sadistic smile crossed his face. He wasn’t fooled. He knew just how much she liked being in the submissive position.
I’m just an effigy to be defaced, to be disgraced. Your need for me has been replaced and if I can’t have everything well the just give me a taste.
He tugged her panties down. His leather pants felt good under her naked skin. Cool air hit her bare skin. Her ass was flushed a deep pink color. Trent picked up the small, round, wooden paddle sitting on the nightstand. The first smack with the paddle caught her off guard. She let out a small yelp.
“Calm down, baby,” he whispered.
Trent knew she could handle more pain than this. But he knew she was feeling extremely guilty about sleeping with Robin, so she had let her defenses down. She needed this more than anything. She was blinded by tears after the tenth spank with the paddle. She was squirming on his lap.
“You need to calm down or I’m going to take off my belt,” he warned.
She took a deep breath and calmed her tears. She held her body still while Trent finished up the spanking. Her rear was a crimson color and was hot under Trent’s cool hands.
“That’s my girl,” he purred, rubbing her back.
He let her off his lap and wiped away her tears. He pulled her body tight against his. His lips grazed hers. Shivers traveled through her body. He deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along her teeth. She had been punished thoroughly, now he was going to fuck her.
He placed her on the bed. She grimaced as her sore backside connected with the black bedspread. Trent removed his black t-shirt and his leather pants. He climbed on the bed next to her. He spread her legs open wide. Her pussy was dripping wet.
He plunged his cock deep into her.
“I bet Robin can’t fuck you like this,” he grunted, pushing deeper into her.
He was fucking her hard and fast. She was moaning and screaming. Her blood red nails were digging into his pale back. His cock pumped in and out of her, till he couldn’t hold his cum anymore. He exploded into her.
She let out an orgasmic scream as Trent released his sticky salty cum into her. Trent rested his head on her chest. Her fingers stroked his long, silky black hair. Shved ved his head.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, kissing her neck.
It comes down to this, your kiss, your fist. And your strain, it gets under my skin. Within, take in the extent of my sin.
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