"Gilbert, can we do something else?" You begged as you witnessed your character in 'Resident Evil 6' get her face eaten for the millionth time.
"Totally!" He chucked his controller down. "This level is pretty hard. We can play a different level or you can pick another game if you'd like to."
"Well, I was really wondering if we could just stop playing video games." You admitted. "We've been seriously playing all day Gilbert."
You woke up extremely late this morning, exhausted due to the events that occurred the other night. You noticed Ludwig wasn't there and a note replaced him.
The note was entirely scribbled in cursive calligraphy, making it feel much more formal than it honestly needed to be.
Inside, it read:
"-(Your Lovely Initials)
I apologize for my absence. I had a court case today that I failed to remember until the last second. Luckily, I have alarms of all sorts scattered around my phone and my phone reminded me. I'm sorry that I'm not with you now.
Trust me; I would be much more appeased spending my day with a witty, intelligent, and comely woman like you.
However, work comes first, so I'll just have to see you later this evening. While I'm gone, Roderich and Gilbert will entertain you. Please do not leave the house, no matter how much Gilbert pleads.
If you follow these simple guidelines, I'll reward you with something you'll love. If you fail to follow them, which I doubt you will, well...you'll see.
Have a great day and do not miss me too much. I'm nothing singular after all."
Overall, the note gave you mixed feelings. All the compliments made a light pink gather on your cheeks and your stomach do a 360. The very fact he wasn't lying beside you caused you to pine for him; the sadder detail being you desired his company almost as much as Daniel's.
The threat intimated you though. What did he plan to do to you if you happened to go out? He assured you that you're a submissive rookie; he would go easy on you. So, surely his punishment wouldn't be too harsh.
Suddenly, your mind went numb. A sweet syrup scent had entered your nostrils, making you aware of the fact that someone was making a pancake breakfast.
When you leaned up, your lower body responded with pain and soreness.
You had ignored the pang and gotten up, joining Gilbert, Roderich, and an unfamiliar female for breakfast.
After that, you and Prussia cruised down to his basement bedroom, raping many of the video games he owned. At first, it was very fun; you two blasted through the levels and made a divine team. But soon, you got exhausted and bored of killing the evil (or even the innocent occasionally). This seized your motivation and ebbed you. A level you could've passed easily with smile, earlier this morning, was suddenly a challenge and felt like a chore to do, rather than an entertaining, action-packed video game.
Honestly, you had given up a while ago, only defeating levels with luck.
You expected Gilbert to be offended or to beg for more game time.
But instead he laughed.
"Honestly, I'm totally bored myself." He admitted. His ruby eyes peered towards you, an amused smirk growing on his lips. "But, I think I have an idea."
Your eyes perked. "Tell me Gilbert!"
"Eager, aren't we?" He chuckled. "Well, some friends and I were going clubbing tonight. Wanna join?"
"Ludwig said we shouldn't go anywhere until he got back." You pointed out.
"If you listen to him (F/N), you'll never ever have any fun. That's why it's sometimes fun to break his rules." Gilbert winked. "Besides, what's the worst thing he could do? Whip you?"
"Is it really that bad? I think it's erotic and entertaining." He shrugged. "Then again, I would be viewing it from a more governing view."
"You're not into that weird ass kinky shit too, are you?" You questioned.
"Of course I am! That's where West gets any of the good taste he has!"
You scoffed. "What good taste?"
"You have such a bad attitude. I can see a whipping in your future." He muttered with a smirk. He noticed the grimace on your face and laughed. "I was just kidding (F/N). Now, shall we get dressed? I'll fix you up. I'm pretty good at dressing women up."
You sighed, wondering if you should say anything back to him.
What choice did you have?
Despite Ludwig's words, his brothers were just as convincing and Ludwig wasn't here to say anything.
Also, video games were turning cloy and it seemed to be the only other thing Gilbert wanted to do.
"Fine," You agreed. "I'll go."
He clapped his hands together. "Let me beautify you to perfection! Even Ludwig would smile! And that is a novelty to see too!"
~~~Appropriate Time Skip~~~
"Here we are my lady. Welcome to Brahma Lounge." Gilbert greeted you as slid the door open for you. "You look like a babe, by the way."
A blush broadened on your already flushed cheeks. You felt like he caked the makeup on, even if it was light and in moderation. But, it was more coy than natural, making it a bit nerving.
Although the classic black leather jacket with plum shaded leather pants looked innocent enough, leather always brought your mind back to Ludwig's lifestyle. Another impurity in your outfit were the black heels your were teetering on. You didn't feel like a whore, but you felt as if you looked more venturesome than typical.
"Thank you Gilbert," You faked a smile and stood up, exiting the car.
He linked arms with you, leading you to the entrance. The bouncer immediately recognized Gilbert and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Aye Gilbert!" The bouncer greeted him with a thick, Scottish accent, giving him a high five. "I see you brought very lovely lass with you."
He laughed. "Just a friend this time. Nice to see you though Paul!"
The bouncer stepped over. "Well, don't be shy! Come on in you two!"
Both of you thanked the bouncer and entered the lounge.
Prussia clicked his tongue as his eyes and feet scaled the room. His red orbs enflamed and he tugged on your hand impatiently.
"Come on, I found them!"
"Don't pull on my arm so hard, or it'll stretch out!" You giggled, taking it away. "And, I am coming. Where are they though?"
Gilbert pointed to a seating area in the back of the club. Two men were seated there. Both of them had their arms slung around two women each.
These women made your makeup feel less piled on and more normal looking.
Their orange spray tan was prominent and their dreadfully dark, liquid eyeliner and mascara was grossly dried up and clumping. Their hair was exquisitely curled or straightened, but it was obvious it wasn't natural. Their corsets were tied so tightly that their backs appeared to be constricted and their boobs practically poured out of the front. Their skirts were so short and flimsy that you could barely perceive their panties from this distance.
So, you felt pretty good about yourself now that you noticed them.
The men however, were both very handsome and their beauty certainly wasn't a large effort to achieve. In fact, they probably did nothing not found in an average man's routine.
One had glowing, naturally tan skin and sparkling emerald eyes that complimented it perfectly. His messy dark chocolate hair was disheveled in a sexy, not sloppy fashion. His button up was dangerously low, showing off his chiseled chest to all the ladies.
And, he had a certain optimism to him that just made you want to approach him and converse and joke with him.
Despite the two men appearing as close friends, there was a discrepancy in how they styled their hair.
While the one man wore his dark hair rumpled, the one who's hair was blonde had locks that are Pantene commercial worthy.
Gentle waves that barely brushed his shoulders and that perfectly caught the light, containing no loose hairs or frizz. Despite his skin being paler, his skin was just as radiant and his baby blue eyes lit up just as much. Below his deviant smirk worn well was a tiny gather of hair on his chin.
"Those, are you friends?" You breathed out in marvel. "They look like they were plucked out of a Vogue ad."
Gilbert guffawed. "They may be an ornament, but be prepared for when they open their mouths."
You nodded and he guided you through the dance floor. The two of you squeezed between grinding couples and ducked past untamed dancers who waved their arms around in a feral manner. Someone's flying drink just barely strayed your head.
After your dangerous embark, Gilbert and you arrived at their reserved area, without a stain or any form of mental scarring. The two ladies were originally whoring with Gilbert's friends were long gone; nowhere to be seen.
"Toni! Francis!" Gilbert embraced both men, planting two cheeks kisses on Francis.
He whipped his head back, his arms aiming in your direction. "Antonio, Francis, this is (F/N)(L/N). She's Ludwig-"
He took notice of your murderous glance and gulped deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"She works with Ludwig. She's...his assistant. Isn't she a babe?"
The two men smiled warmly at you.
Francis, being ever the charmer, took your hand and kissed it, flashing a smile and a wink.
"Bon soir Mademoiselle! As Gilbert said, I am Francis Bonnefoy. It is a pleasure to meet such a lovely young woman."
You felt your cheeks grow red for the millionth time today.
God, all these compliments were going to get to your head sooner or later and you were going to eventually grow narcissistic from them.
Toni was certainly not reserved either and immediately wrapped his tanned, toned arms around you.
"¡Hola! I'm Antonio, but you can call me Toni, sì? Wow, chica your hair smells great! Like wildflowers! It's so nice..." His voice trailed off as he began to daydream about fields of Spanish wildflowers.
Meanwhile, he continued to grip you tightly with his arms. You flinched, but returned Antonio's passionate bear hug. You didn't honestly mind his arms engulfed around you
It was the emotion. He was so bubbly and eccentric with his words.
His behavior was a revelation to you; all your life, everyone else had always been cold and corporate, only communicating with you if it was necessary.
His kindness wasn't imperative to progress further in life. He was just being all heart.
Perhaps he always was like this.
Or maybe he was just playing innocent for something else?
Francis wasn't as content, but he was certainly alluring. The lip stamp on the palm; the beguiling creasing of his lips; the flirty gesticulation.
Unlike Antonio's hidden gestures, Francis was majorly toying with you.
And all though it was pleasing that such an attractive man was giving you this attention, you had no interest in adding a third relationship in your life.
Francis carefully pried his friend's arms off of you and let them fall to his sides; you were still stunned from the abundance of feelings shown, however.
The Spaniard quickly snapped it of his trance, and, after apologizing profusely for his rudeness, proceeded to chuckle and grin like an idiot. He placed a hand on your shoulder and began to steer you towards the club's bar.
"Come on señorita; let me buy you a drink! They serve really good beverages here, that I am sure you will enjoy! My favorite is the Bloody Maria because the tomato juice is made from real tomatoes, imported directly from Spain! That's my home country if you can't tell, so I take great pride in saying that we supply the tomatoes for this club! Have you ever been clubbing before, señorita? I've never seen you around, and I've been to a lot of clubs. Of course none are as nice as this one, what with all the pretty ladies, and the music and the drinks. I did mention that I like the Bloody Maria right? Tomatoes are the best! Do you like tomatoes chica?" And so, Antonio continued to chatter on and on, oblivious to his surroundings, until the two of you finally reached the bar.
Wow, he was even more quirky than you expected. He jumped from subject to subject in the span of seconds, quickly losing you. So, you did what any sensible person would do. You nodded your head and listened, saying "Mmhm," to everything he said, even if you didn't understand.
He gingerly pushed you down on a stool and plopped down you, signaling the bartender as he did.
"A shot of tequila for me, and something special for the chica, sì?" He ordered with a smile.
You bit your lip indecisively, unsure of what to order. There was a rainbow of different drinks and you weren't sure what color to choose from, let alone what dot on the spectrum.
Sex on the Beach was good, but you'd hate to influence either of Gilbert's promiscuous friends.
You gazed over towards him, blinking meekly. "You choose Antonio. I've never been good with drinks."
He tapped the bar counter, thinking for a moment before reverting his view back at the bartender.
"How about a Madras, por favor?"
The man nodded back before disappearing below the counter to pick up several bottles. He returned with a shaker, some fruits, and some glasses. Then he was gone once more, coming back with several bottles of liquor. He mixed the mixers into the cups, professionally measuring out each part.
When he was finished, he pushed the smaller glass, which contained a yellowish orange looking beverage, towards you, and a tall Bloody Maria towards Antonio, who began to sip it the second the base hit the table.
You eyed the beverage, curious on what Antonio ordered for you.
You reached over and grasped the tall glass, lifting it your lips. You tilted it and let the liquid enter your mouth.
A mixture of tart lime, bitter-sweet cranberry, and the citrusy candy flavor of a ripe orange splashed in your mouth.
You had watched the mixologist pour vodka in the mixer. But, your taste buds told you otherwise. You weren't getting that tiny burning sensation at the back of your throat from the vodka. All you tasted was mellow, fruity goodness!
You instantly loved the drink! It didn't even taste like alcohol! It was just saccharine, fruit drink, according to the flavor.
You gulped down the rest and slammed the glass in front of you. You waved your arms to the bartender and demanded a refill.
And that he gave you.
Antonio shot you an amused glance, chuckling as he watched you slam the glass down.
"It's good, no?" He questioned with a smile, even if he knew the answer.
Then, looking at his own glass, which was still half full, he realized in no way could he let you beat him at the drinking game.
Eyeing you challengingly, he tipped back his own glass and downed its contents, slamming it down on the counter as well.
"Oi! Another round, por favor!"
You grinned at his challenge, inhaling the rest of the glasses contents.
You and he continued to compete in this non-declared contest, repeatedly guzzling your drinks down and ordering again and again.
You eventually reached a point where you felt way too woozy to order anymore and you laid your head on the counter, peering over at Antonio.
"You win dammit! But, don't you fucking worry! I'll be the winner next time! You just wait, you bastard!"
The Spaniard laughed, throwing back his final drink. Slamming down his glass, he threw up his arms and started, laughing so hard that he actually fell off his chair.
Round Two Has Begun.
Meanwhile, while you and Antonio were racing to get drunk, Francis had hung back, sipping his martini gradually.
He was only on his second one when you finally declared forfeit. He smirked; it was time to make his move on you.
Standing up, he sidled over to you and tapped your shoulder.
"Ah, mademoiselle (F/N), do not tell me you are tired already? You have not even had one dance! That is something I cannot allow~" with that, he grabbed your arm and tugged you out to the dance floor, not even giving you time to protest.
For a few minutes, he left you propped against the wall like a broom while he went to speak with the DJ. When he came back he looped an arm around your waist and led you out to the floor. The song "I Like It" by Enrique Iglesias came on, and he stopped to dance.
You observed the Frenchman's moves and began to boisterously laugh as you watched his golden locks swish side-to-side with his every movement.
You reached over, flicking one of the silky waves. It swung back and forth, causing you to giggle.
It was so silly how much his hair moved! It had so much volume, which was strange for a man's hair!
Oh, the irony!
"Your hair is so silly Francis. It moves a lot and it sparkles!!!"
"That's very kind of you, mon cher. I do take pride in it, but not many people notice." He pretended to sigh dejectedly. "But no matter! What's important now is if you are having fun?"
Artistically changing the subject he took your arm and swung you around so that your back was pressed up against him. His hands slid to your hips, where he gently guided you into swaying along with the music. "See? This is fun, oui?"
Your conscience slowly faded away as the alcohol kicked in. This sexy man was dancing with you to a sexy song.
However, the dancing style just wasn't matching up. It was too slow and simple.
You needed to heat things up a bit.
You pushed your bottom towards her crotch, indicating you wanted to grind a bit with him.
What was wrong with that anyway? Grinding was just for amusement and not for fulfilling anything else. And, it was just with a friend. Girls grind with their total strangers all the time.
So, why not with Francis?
You started to rub your butt against his groin, moving up and down with the vivace rhythm of the song.
The Frenchman bit his lip at the feeling of your ass grinding into his crotch. He was trying to be gentlemanly, trying to dissolve the image people had of him as a pervert, but oh, were you making that so very difficult!
Instinctively, he pushed back, grinding into your rear while his hands lightly squeezed your hips.
For added measure, he gently kissed the back of your neck, brushing the soft skin with his lips.
You moaned, bringing up the pace you were dancing at. A little voice at the back of your head instructed you to stop, but you didn't hear it.
You were way too distracted to care about what the voice wanted. You felt lively when you danced your ass off and that fed your boredom.
Francis groaned, eyes closed as he continued to grind into your ass.
He knew he was getting dangerously close to exposing himself, but it just felt so good. The song had changed by now to some hardcore techno song, but he didn't care, because at least the pounding bass was loud enough to drown out your moans.
His lips found your skin again, but this time instead of a simple kiss, he lingered, sucking on the spot until you had a plum shaded, light hickey.
You giggled, shoving him away suddenly. You winked at him and began to skip off, shaking you taut bottom teasingly.
Stupefied, he took a step back, but then, never being one to resist a challenge, he pursued you.
"Ohonhonhon, playing hard to get are we?" He chuckled. Weaving through the crowd, he continued to pursue your teasingly luscious backside like a dog on a leash.
You shrieked playfully, dashing on through dancing couples and sliding under people's legs.
You didn't notice the dirty looks they sent you. What mattered was how much distance you kept. You already lost the drinking contest. You couldn't stand to be defeated again.
You looked behind you and noticed that Francis got distracted by a group of stripper's dancing in a cage.
Now was your chance.
You snuck past people, like you were James Bond, minus the ninja rolls.
Still, it was freaking awesome, besides the fact that you kept tripping over those blasted heels.
The night sky was stunning, filled with shining stars and of course, the full moon. The sky was a deep blue and it reminded you of an ocean filled with lights. Nothing could ever alter the beauty of the sky though.
You found yourself admiring the backdrop when someone tapped your shoulder.
You screamed and began to escape from your predator, only to be halted by their rigid hold on your shoulder.
You peeked behind you and saw Ludwig's albino brother, Prussia.
"Heyyy Gilly~" You purred, petting his snow hair. "You look like Jack Frost. From "Rise of the Guardians"! You know that movie? I liked that movie! It was very cute! Aren't children's movies the best? They always have such awesome morals and the cutest-"
He cupped his hand over your lips, shushing you. "(F/N), I don't think it's very good that you're messing around with Francis. You're drunk and you're offering him more than you can actually give. You're an engaged woman. You are already cheating on Daniel with Ludwig, of course, that's acceptable, because you're trying to protect him. But Francis? All he wants is to get in your pants. That'll benefit you and Daniel in NO WAY AT ALL."
"But, but, I won't let Francis do that!" You laughed, slapping Gilbert's arm. "You're funny Gilly! I'm not that stupid!"
"This is serious!" He clutched your arms, his eyes piercing you with burning red flames. "I don't care if that's not what you intended! Francis is good with his words and will find a way to have sex with an intoxicated lady like you! I don't think you realize how much my brother hates Francis either! Ludwig has the biggest grudge against him! If anything happens to you, not only Francis will have his ass hung above your fireplace, but mine will be adjacent to his! And, I don't want that! Capisci?"
You groaned, but muttered "Capisci.".
He grinned and patted your back.
"Awesome! Now we can have more fun!"
He headed back in the club again.
You decided to stay, so you can watch the stars for a bit longer. If you weren't so heavy intoxicated, you'd be able to locate at least one of the constellations and recite the myths behind it too.
The door clicked shut, leaving you at solitude again. You huffed out in relief, sort of happy to at peace and alone. You needed some time to sort out all your issues floating around. Otherwise, they would bunch up and eventually explode out of you, much powerful then they actually were.
The entrance door creaked open again and you crossed your fingers, hoping it was just someone coming out to barf or take a smoke.
Their light steps came up behind you and they tapped your shoulder. You gawked up and saw blonde.
Familiar, golden blonde.
"Hello Francis." You greeted him solemnly, trying to stay calm as you broke down. You felt a sharp pang in your head, signifying a bad hangover would follow.
The Frenchman breathed out a sigh of relief as he finally caught up to you. There you were, standing on the balcony, looking at all the world like a lady in trouble.
Well Francis, being the gentleman that he was, could never stand to see a lady unhappy.
Approaching you slowly, he tapped your shoulder, smiling as you turned around.
"Qu'est-ce c'est faux mon cher? What is wrong? You look troubled." He murmured, stroking your cheek.
You half-smiled at his attempt at kindness. "I just have a lot of emotional baggage that I never dealt with and now it's affecting me more than ever."
He leaned against the railing, crossing his arms and looked at you earnestly.
"Tu veux parler? Would you like to talk about it? It may surprise you, but I am quite a good listener. Gilbert and Antonio come to me with their problems all the time. I'm willing to give you some advice if you need it." He smiled, "and I promise not to try to flirt with you either, no matter how much I want to."
What could you tell him?
Would you have to start from the beginning?
How much could your day before two much was let out?
You realized that you needed to confess it to someone. Otherwise, you would eventually implode from the guilt. Besides, he was one of Gilbert's closest friends. He could be trusted. Tears filled your eyes as you recalled every event that occurred.
"Well, my fiancé was wrongly accused of assaulting a man. We couldn't afford a good lawyer and without one, he would be arrested wrongfully. That's when I went to Ludwig. I told him my situation. He was hesitant at first, but he figured out a way for me to pay him back, without a penny being thrown in."
The tears started to trickle down your cheeks and the light eyeliner meshed with it, making it appear like ink was staining your darling cheeks.
You sniffled and started to breathe swiftly. Eventually, you began to heavily sob and you embraced the Frenchman, nuzzling your face in his chest. You felt yourself scream your emotions out; all the things that were once cooped up were now released. You realized your tears and snot were probably soiling his shirt, but you couldn't stop the clinging or your emotions from pouring out.
When would it ever stop? You didn't even get to the most important part either and you already were falling to pieces.
At first he was startled; he hadn't really expected you to open up to him, nor had he expected to learn you were engaged. But nonetheless, he couldn't leave you to suffer like this. Wrapping his arms around you, he allowed you to use him as your pillow while you ridded yourself of your pent up emotions.
"Il ya là, tout va bien. Everything will be okay." He crooned, massaging your back gently.
"It sounds like you are in quite deep, but I wouldn't worry. Things will work out, you'll see." Though he didn't exactly understand the extremity of your situation, he knew that it must be putting a lot of strain on you. "Hush now dear, big brother Francis is here, you will be alright."
Francis had no idea what he was trying to say. You would have to confide the damned worse part to him.
"I'm having an affair!!" You shouted to him and bawled harder, your fingernails clawing at his shirt. "What if D-D-Daniel hates me? I'm d-doing it f-for him, b-but still. I c-could've f-found a b-better lawyer or hoped the one the c-court gave us was g-good. I'm so stupid!!!"
The whole process of you blaming it on yourself and then crying it out replayed over and over. Your face felt dry, as if all the moisture that was once in it was donated to your tears. You knew you probably looked disastrous as well; your makeup was dispersing and your hair was growing frizzy and messy.
You felt like absolute shit and that wasn't helping with anything else.
That just gave the tears another good reason to escape.
"A-An affair? With whom? ...don't tell me it's Ludwig!" He paused, letting that thought sink in. Then he shuddered. The thought of someone sleeping with that formidable, blonde muscle-head...well it was almost as bad as the thought of someone sleeping with Ivan Braginski! And on that note, he shuddered once more.
"Ah...well...I have never actually been engaged before so...I'm not sure what advice I can give, but...as long as your fiancée never finds out, I'm sure everything will be fine!"
That, was the worst advice he had ever given. You already thought of that.
He sighed, leaning his blonde mane back until he could see the stars above. What could he tell you to console you?
And then, it came to him.
"You know, when I was younger, I once asked someone to marry me; I was harshly rejected. It was heartbreaking, but, that person told me something that day. They said I should learn to accept my failures. At the time, I wasn't sure what they meant, but now I think I do. I think what they meant to say was I should just accept when I have made mistakes, and learn from them. My mistake was being too brash and headstrong. Your mistake was trying to solve problems that were beyond you. Now the consequence for your actions must be play out. You will just have to accept what happens, and move on. I know that isn't what you want to hear, but it might be what you need to realize."
That was probably some of the best advice you had received in your life.
The way he worded everything, how he organized his words, it was convincing and hopeful.
You were trying to help out with something that didn't need it!
You could've taken a step back and let Daniel take care of it; after all, it was his accusation, not yours.
However, it was too late to fix anything. You had signed a contract and you had to keep your word. Not only that, but you felt as you were actually developing feelings for that beefcake.
Lord. You had yourself in some deep shit. And, you just had to accept it.
You sighed. "But, it is the truth Francis. I'm glad you didn't tell me a white lie out of mercy. I'd love to erase time, but I signed a contract I need to carry out. So, I can't see my fiancé for another three months."
He smiled, patting your head,
"That's the way! Now why don't we go back inside, it's quite chilly out here, no? Especially now that my shirt is damp." He chuckled, patting the wet spot. At least this wasn't one of his more expensive shirts. As he led you back inside, arm linked through yours, he tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Three months with Ludwig, eh? I wish you luck my dear, I truly do."
You scowled. "He can definitely be a pain in the ass and I mood killer."
You thought it would be better to thank him though, for his wonderful advice, instead of complaining about Ludwig.
"Thanks Francis," You whispered, planting a friendly kiss on his suave cheeks. "I definitely appreciate the support."
Francis blushed, sympathetically smiling at the praise and the kiss.
Just as you retreated, a deep gasp portends you just a tad too late.
Just entering the now packed nightclub was Ludwig, glaring at both of you with dismay, menace, and hurt.
"Ludwig, I can explain..." You began, soon realizing that was completely false. There was no proper reason why you honestly should have left the house.
So, you sulked and mouthed "I'm sorry".
He swiftly headed over, tearing Francis away from your body. He gripped the Frenchman up by his collar and menaced him with his chilling, ice eyes.
"You bastard! What did you fucking do to her?" He growled at Francis, smashing him against the wall. "When I'm done with you..."
Then suddenly, Francis's face went very, very pale. You screamed as he was slammed against a brick wall, so hard that you could hear his skull make a small cracking sound.
"I haven't done anything! Je vous jure! I swear!" He flinched, struggling against the brawny German's iron grip.
"And WHY, should I believe that?" Ludwig shouted through his gritted teeth, tightening his hold on his collar.
"Because," You stepped forward. "It's true. We were discussing my feelings. Don't hurt him Ludwig! He's my friend!"
"Oui! Oui! La femme was merely consoling her troubles, I never laid a finger on her!" He continued to pry at Ludwig's clenched fist, hoping the rough handling wouldn't permanently wrinkle his poor shirt.
Ludwig paused for a moment and then threw the poor fool down.
He trekked over to you and pierced you with the common icy glare.
"You still didn't listen to me (F/N). I can't believe you let Gilbert drag your ass here. You are so much better than that and you failed that title you once wore." Ludwig growled to you. I'm not angry with you, no matter how much it seems so. I'm however, indeed disappointed in you. And, no matter how much I don't yet do want to do this, you'll need your proper reprimanding for your bad actions."
You crossed your arms and pouted your lips; notwithstanding it was your own misconduct.
His face didn't lighten up like you expected it to. In fact, his face grew an irritated expression.
"(F/N), sulking will get you nowhere. Just accept you have made an error and accept the consequence that comes with it."
"Hey (F/N)," Gilbert ran out, frowning his lips. "Why aren't you coming ins-"
Gilbert then noticed his younger brother and his face went white.
"Oh, Ludwig, I can totally explain! Just please don't ground me! I like going out and doing shit with my friends!"
Ludwig snatched both Gilbert and your jacket collars, hauling you out of the nightclub. You could only watch everything minimize as you were swept off.
Ludwig, Gilbert, and you all halted, checking out who the words belonged to.
Standing there was Francis Bonnefoy, respirating audibly, trying to regain his breath.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Please, do not hurt (F/N)."
"For your information, I would never hurt (F/N)."He dragged you in an embrace, pecking the top of your head. "She knows her borders and I'll never cross them. I'm 'enlightened' that you are concerned, but she is aware of what she has dived into. Now, good day Francis."
Ludwig released Gilbert. "Go get in the car Gilbert. I will be discussing what I shall to do to prevent this from happening again later tonight or early tomorrow."
Gilbert rolled his eyes and mocked him, stomping to the sleek black Mercedes Benz.
Ludwig's hand caressed your forehead, brushing some stray hairs away. "(F/N), sorry if I frightened you. I'm an extremely envious of Francis and also have no trust in him. France is much more charismatic than I and he has a flawless appearance. He's not in control of his own actions however and he may have performed something on you without your consent. The bar is not a great scene once he's there. If he doesn't convince you to become drunk, he may drug you and you won't like what'll happen after that. I permit you to speak with him, as long as there is a responsible individual with you. Gilbert and Antonio do not qualify in this case."
Your lip trembled. "You aren't going to do anything to me, are you?"
He shook his head and for the first time today, he laughed and patted your hair.
"Nothing you don't want darling."
"It won't h-hurt, will it?"
He paused. "I don't think you understand Miss (L/N). This isn't just about pain. You know, when you pair pain and pleasure up, it can result in an even stronger euphoria."
"I guess I'll find out, won't I?"
"Hm. Well, we better hurry up. Before Gilbert decides he's done waiting and he hijacks my car."
Before you could take a single step, Ludwig hoisted you up in his arms, like a husband would handle their wife.
You remember when Daniel tried to carry you. A tiny smirk played out on your lips.
He attempted to do it like Ludwig but...
He dropped you within seconds.
You arrived to that luxury transportation of his and he placed you down so meticulously, you felt like a baby bird.
He entered the driver's seat and applied your seatbelt, as if you were unable.
Ludwig had been silent the entire trip back. Not a word or even a facial expression. Just the plain face that said "MEH".
He was taciturn as he unlocked the door and as he made way inside.
He snatched your arm without a word and tugged you towards his bedroom. He carefully, with a series of pulleys (and a lever), shut the door, trying to keep the nothing that lingered on.
He didn't speak until he was aware the door was secured and locked. When that happened, he definitely spoke.
And it wasn't a conversation that tickled either.
"(F/N)! Why couldn't you follow my SIMPLE instructions? I only asked you to stay home! That's all I desired! But NO!!!! You not only leave the house, but go to a club and her hammer drunk! Not only that, but then you allow Francis to make advances on you and flirt back! I thought you were way past this!" His loud voice boomed around the room, and then echoed right back. "But, I guess not. I told you, if I was happy by your actions, then I would reward you. But, I'm most definitely not pleased. Something needs to be done and I think I'll proceed with some light reprimanding."
You stared down at your toes sheepishly as Ludwig rebuked you. You knew he was right, and you shouldn't have gone out.
Curse Gilbert and his uncanny ability to convince!
At the mention of punishment you looked up fearfully, before quickly returning your eyes to the ground. You should have expected this as well. Ludwig was not the type to mess around, and would no doubt make sure you had learned your lesson. The only thing to do was suck it up and tough it out.
"Yes sir..." Was your simple whispered reply. "I'll accept my punishment as for it is what I deserve."
Ludwig raised an eyebrow at you.
"Good response. It seems like you already realize your mistake. After I'm done with this though, you'll never want to cross me again Miss (L/N)."
You shivered, disliking the dangerous edge to his voice as he spoke.
He sounded so different from the Ludwig who had made love to you so passionately just last night.
You knew there would be no sweet kisses or gentle caresses this time.
Pain and pleasure.
For he was a master of both.
Knowing there was not much else you could say, you answered back with only a 'yes sir' yet again.
He perched himself on his bedside and then Ludwig stretched his arms out to you, as if offering you an innocent bear hug.
"Come Miss (L/N). Your master awaits you." Despite him only mumbling his words, his deep voice still traveled to every nook and cranny.
"Don't be shy dear. Just take a seat on my lap and I'll help you from there."
You hesitated, unsure what to do.
It wasn't like you could escape.
You weren't even sure if you actually wanted to escape.
Slowly, you approached the German man, and obediently sat down on his lap.
All the while the only thoughts running through your mind were how much this was going to hurt, and how much would you actually enjoy it?
Ludwig embraced you, similar to how a leading father would hug their defenseless daughter. He gingerly kissed your ear and nipped at the lobe.
Then, he guided you by your waist in a new position. One familiar, for, your parents liked to teach you lessons like this when you were young.
Your whole body was spread across his thighs. Your head rested on the left side of him. Your arms also remained on the same side of your head. On the other side of his toned, thick legs, were your feet and legs dangling off of his thigh.
"Arch your back," He commanded. "Please."
A sinking feeling began to grow in your stomach. This pose felt oddly familiar, and not in a good way.
Nonetheless, you did as you were told, arching your back as he had instructed.
Ludwig's hands gripped your leather pants and slowly slid then down your legs as they trembled. The smooth, insulating material was removed from your skin, the high AC immediately chilling them. You felt the Goosebumps creep up on you.
His fingers snagged under your panties and whipped them off, revealing your bare bottom.
Oh, how demeaning yet curious the feeling was! You predicted this would obviously hurt, but you wondered if the pleasure would overpower the pain.
When his hand touched your bottom, it was not a strike. He was massaging it, triggering sensation that echoed around.
Just as the feeling was getting overwhelming, his hand left you.
Before you could complain, it returned, only when it came in contact with you, it was not considered massaging at all.
His came down hard and fast, the area he inflicted stinging worse than a wasp. You squeaked and wriggled, but he held you down. Why the heck would anyone like this? It was so painful, dammit!
The pain eventually faded away, being replaced with a sore, numb feeling. His hand fondled that area again. However, the sensation changed. Your bottom was burning hot and sensitive to touch. His hand was cold and touched heavily, conflicting with your condition.
These opposites attracted and made a sweet, intimate touch that resonated all over. Your mind went foggy as you lost yourself in the sheer pleasure.
The second time he hit you was far worse, yet so much better.
Since your bottom was delicate to touch, it ached, yet when he caressed you again, the pleasure caught right back up.
Something just wasn't right. How could there pain that gradually got greater, along with pleasure under the same affect?
It bewildered you honestly. You were always told well and bad couldn't be one.
There must be an exception to that though, and if there was, this was it.
Each smack got heavier and heavier, and more heavenly as well. About on the seventh time, the pain started to become familiar and your body reacted differently.
It started to consume pain as if it enjoyed it just as much as pleasure and you started to enjoy both of his aspects.
The last three times he hit you were perfect. Each time you felt your mouth release a deep moan and each grope made you stumble on you words as you confessed your love of him and everything that was happening.
You couldn't help it. It was if something took over you; you really weren't yourself tonight. This woman was more deviant and daring. This woman loved his rough touch and his sensational touch.
You somewhat wished you weren't that woman. This woman lusts Ludwig, while you loved Daniel. And, she was taking over every aspect of your life.
He paused and removed his hand.
"Miss (L/N), I'm all done. Tell me, did you learn your lesson, dear?" He questioned, running his fingers through his hair.
Oh. Your dangerous side couldn't help looking back and admiring that action.
She stood up, leaving you helpless and lost. She perched herself on his lap, only facing him this time. Her hands held his hips and her eyes had a certain determination that you could never pull off. Her finger tapped his lip and she chuckled seductively.
"Ludwig, sir, who said you're done with me?" She purred, her lips brushing against his lips. They found their rightful place and she started sucking lightly.
The old you would have never even considered acting this risqué with Daniel.
No, she was too innocent.
But, the new you was fucked up.
And, she had Ludwig to blame.