Her right knee crumbles and hits the floor first, hard. Then her right elbow, her hip, and an audible choke follows the next arm. As soon as the thud dissipates, a gasp and an audible swallow replace it. She realizes her failure. His disappointment. The punishment to come.

Yet still, the show must go on. As fear roots in her eyes, she makes work of her collapse by spreading her body across the floor. Steadily breathing the dragons breath deep into her lungs, shaking fingers run along her body to sell it as much as she possibly can.

As much as she’s tried, and as much as Hanzo enjoys toying with his food, he knew that his dancer wouldn't make it. This display was quickly worsening his current predicament of what to do.

Hanzo had previously unabashedly laid out the not-so-pretty picture of what he would do if she was to fail, and made it clear to note that it was not up for debate...

—

His eyes slowly scoured the surface of her body as she hesitantly began the descent into the game. Their dance. Hanzo felt himself swell. His decorated hand reached for a cigar, lighting it a bit too far as he looked her in the eyes and the end flared red hot. He eased off the cigar, and with the movement came the first puff of dragon's breath.

“If you fail-

“I won't hesitate to hurt you. You will not enjoy it. You will cry, scream, and beg. I will make sure of it, and I will only stop when I see fit.”

He takes another long drag without breaking eye contact, followed by an onset of billowing smoke. Hanzo makes sure she sees him tracing her body with his eyes before speaking once more in a harsh, firm tone. The mood in the room shifts dramatically.

“I’d find it in your best interest for you to service me, and take what I give to you. If you may find it within yourself to disagree, then this is over, and you can ensure that I will not hold back when lashing you.”

—

But now that raw meat had become a rare steak at the discovery that it was still trying to please him upon its failure, despite being afraid? Now that tears were leaking from her eyes- so close to her breaking point where Hanzo so desperately wanted his dancer to fall over? He throbbed in his pants again. Hanzo wasn’t so sure anymore. It was going to be so much more fun to act on the possibility of playing now, despite not being able to entertain his original plans. Enticing little thing. Infuriating piece of meat.

“Stop.”

The cigar is put out in a nearby ashtray that is just as unnecessarily lavish as everything else in the room, and Hanzo’s eyes immediately shift to your shaking body on the floor. Your head lifts slowly, still hurting from the tumble, and your eyes are wide with fear. But you obey him- your limbs still in place as you wait patiently.

He’s sure if he could eat you, he would do so. He’s leaking uncontrollably in his pants at the sight of you hanging on to his every word and command despite your limits clearly being abused by him.

“Be still.”

The shimada hums in acceptance of your compliance as your body lies stiff. But this doesn’t last long, because seconds later he’s right in front of you, spotless shoes placed right in your field of view. One of them tilts up under your chin, tilting it upwards at a painful angle. His gaze is daring you to disobey to escape your discomfort as his shoe pushes against your jaw higher and higher. A whimper of sorts comes from your throat, and at that moment he hopes you learned to have kept quiet, because his foot drops immediately and you weren’t expecting it. Your chin busts against the floor and you can neither be still nor quiet. You cry out and gasp as fat tears roll down your cheeks, but your mouth keeps pursing as if to hold it all in. You keep trying to please him though, and that’s what keeps him going.

Quiet whimpers are still coming from your mouth and you’ll twitch occasionally due to the crying, causing your chin to wobble and burn worse than before, but your mouth is mostly closed to the point that you’re trying not to breathe in order to obey. Your body is attempting to still it’s movements as you lock the knees you previously busted on the floor, and he knows that it hurts. But he’s throbbing in his pants all the more, leaking with need.

Hanzo decides that he won’t be denying himself any longer, and begins to palm himself. Once more he puts his shoe in front of your face, and he sees more tears continue to form in your eyes, but you remain silent… mostly.

“Lick.”

You open your mouth immediately and Hanzo watches you shake again, your jaw not nearly ready for the onslaught before the recovery.

I might have to keep you.

Your tongue comes out and licks a long broad stripe up his shoe, breath audibly shaky. You continue to do this a few more times, and he knows that turning back will not be an option for him now. Gripping himself tightly one last time through his slacks, he makes sure you hear him unbuttoning them… unzipping them… and shoving them past his v-cut only enough for him to pull his cock out and begin stroking. The slick sounds erupting from above are not lost on you, and he can tell that if you weren’t afraid before, you are now. Or at the very least, you’re about to be.

His knees fold onto his calves so he can balance on his feet, bending down to you. Hanzo can pinpoint the exact moment you realize that he’s shifted to meet you, because his shoe that you were so urgently servicing has now been propped up and creased to support his weight, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. It makes him chuckle darkly into the room. The next realization comes to you when his hand is gripping your jaw, pulling your face upwards so he can look into your eyes again, or rather, so you can look at your next task. Your face is cradled in his huge palm, and the other hand is steadily stroking while Hanzo gazes at you.

Without breaking eye contact, he pulls away to place the other palm in front of you as well.

“Spit.”

You don’t have the privilege of opening your jaw at least a bit slowly, because this time the shimada does it for you. He grips your jaw tighter, causing it to fall open out of pain, and there’s no rest for you even then. He makes sure of it. Two thick fingers are forced into your mouth quickly, repeatedly, and you cannot stop gagging. Saliva produces even faster now, and as soon as Hanzo sees enough has pooled in your mouth, he’s digging it out and stroking it into his cock. Not too long after, his fingers will go jab back into your gag reflex repeatedly and the process repeats until his dick is glistening with your spit.

Apparently you have learned- he acknowledges with a hum- because when he abruptly drops your jaw this time, you catch yourself.

You’re breathing heavily and drooling into the floor when you settle again, leaking tears. Hanzo pulls himself away once more. He begins to circle you very slowly, stroking slower as he’s observing now. The clack of one shoe sounds off a few feet from your head, and after a few long seconds pass the next audible step is near your shoulder. This continues agonizingly slowly until you hear him circle around to the other side of your head, letting out a pleased sound once more.

You may have collapsed, but this dance is still ongoing. He’s at the top of the food chain, the most dangerous predator, and you unfortunately have fallen into the place of his prey. He’s circling you like his next meal, and Hanzo decides playing with his food has never felt so good. He tucks his cock back into his pants and barks an order,

“Up, girl.”

Shit. You let out a shaky breath, and mentally prepare yourself for the shock that you know is about to shoot down your knee.

You prop yourself up on your hands first and push up, when your elbows begin to shake. The huffs out of your nose become more violent and your throat chokes up as your knee is now at an awkward angle. You attempt to move it inwards in order to gain more leverage but it erupts in pain and you call out- before closing your mouth immediately in fear. You hear heavy footsteps approaching and remind yourself that staying calm should help you escape a harsher blow in the end- but you find yourself leaking tears and gasping for breath again anyway as Hanzo’s blurry shoes appear in front of your hands on the floor. And the blow never comes. Instead, two fingers are gripping your jaw, slowly raising your view to meet his eye line. He’s blurry too.

“I’m sorry, sir, I-“

“Stop.” He pauses to make sure you’ve heard him and only continues once your harsh breathing recedes. “Let your knee relax. I’m going to lift you.” Then suddenly, he’s not so blurry anymore, your knee relaxes, and you gulp audibly. He bends down to grip you around your waist with his big hands and as he raises you cautiously, your knee scrapes across the floor and he pauses. He hasn’t broken eye contact. He’s…. looking for confirmation? But there’s no indication on his face of leniency nor sympathy. You decide not to search for it. You nod shakily and he lifts you up the rest of the way into his arms. Such compliant prey, he thinks.

And as Hanzo carries you away, you realize you shouldn’t have let him. Hanzo smells divine and his clothes are extremely soft. And it only makes it worse that he’s so fucking warm and huge. Inevitably, you start to drift to sleep. You try to make it known to him by nudging your head into his chin lightly to get his attention, but he takes it as you trying to nuzzle into his neck that he then pushes you further into with a hum. You realize it’s a lost cause as your eyes flutter shut and he speaks, sending a sharp pang of fear striking through you.

“I’ll be keeping you.

You may drift off now, you’ll need your rest for your next performance.”

You were surprised when you had actually been accepted into your job as a maid in the Shimada castle. You were newly eighteen, and your parents had encouraged you to get out into the world– start making some money and meeting people. You had previously been intently focused on your studies, hoping that your literacy would give you an upper hand in the job market.

As it turns out, you had been correct. It was only because being a royal servant required literacy that you were able to apply, and you quickly fell into your role within the castle.

Your work was fairly simple, doing the bidding of others which could consist of anything from cleaning, serving food, running errands or etcetera… It meant you were all the more surprised when your boss of sorts told you that you would be attending on one of the King’s royal dinners. He was only having some nobles over for dinner before they did some business, and you were instructed to wait with three other servants as they ate– your job being to clean up the dishes when their meal was over.

If you were being honest, you were a little terrified. You had never been this close to the king before, and it sure was taking its toll on you. Your head was lowered as he entered the room, your legs bent in a curtsey just as the other servants’ were, so you couldn’t really see him. You could definitely feel his presence, so overwhelming in the silence and respect it demanded.

You could only see his feet as he entered, the room deadly silent, neatly polished and pointed shoes moving leisurely across the floor as he inspected the line of servants that would be attending to his guests today. You could feel yourself growing more nervous as he grew closer, walking down the line at an even pace before–

He stopped just before you, and you could only thank whatever gods were out there that your hair managed to cover your panicking expression as you tried to center yourself.

“You.” His voice was chilling, and you had to quell the shiver that trilled up your neck. You swallowed and took a deep breath, raising your head as you straightened up out of your curtsey, offering your King a good look at your face.

He almost looked… pleased? Part of you was calmed by that, the other part was worried.

“I haven’t seen you before.” Oh no. That comment would most likely warrant a response. Would it? Were you supposed to respond? 

“I-I mostly work as a servant, my lord– Running errands and such.” His eyes narrowed at you momentarily, and you gulped as his appraising look swept from your face to your feet and back up.

He gave a small noise of disapproval and you closed your eyes and returned to your curtsey as he moved on. What had you done for him to make that noise? Of course you would mess up your first chance to move up in your job by disappointing the king in some way.

You sighed as you flopped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your service dress yet. Lord, this week had been exhausting. 

Ever since you served the king at that damn dinner, you had gotten no rest from his presence. After your first exchange with him, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as you moved around the table, cleaning up plates as the nobles talked.

There had even been a moment where you had gathered some dishes, intent on bringing them back to the kitchen when King Hanzo had stopped you with a singular motion of his hand as you passed, gesturing you to come closer.

“Bring me some more wine.”

You wanted to scream in your pillow as you remembered. That hadn’t even been your job! Why would he ask you to do that? It had been nerve wracking, having to take the wine bottle from one of the other servants as you gave them your dishes to take back to the kitchen.

You had been lucky not to spill any as you poured it into his glass as he held it with your hands shaking so bad. The worst part? As you had turned to leave, he put his hand up once more. He didn’t have to say anything– you knew what that one meant.

Stay. 

So you had stood there, sweating and occasionally pouring him more wine as he talked. You had only escaped when the bottle was empty, and finally excused yourself from his presence.

The rest of the week had been just as strange, your jobs becoming closer and closer to King Hanzo until you were cleaning his study when he wasn’t there. 

The worst worst part? You felt eyes on you all the time now. Like someone was watching you so very closely, even when you turned around to find no one around you besides the emptiness of the room.

You became finicky all of the sudden, constantly peering behind you as you walked, paranoid that the next corner you turned might hold Hanzo himself. He seemed to be everywhere you were. 

In the gardens when you were pruning the rose bushes, in the hallways when you were cleaning the windows– Never doing anything more than walking about leisurely or reading some piece of paperwork or another.

That was always when you had felt the sensation of being watched the strongest.

You had started receiving… gifts. If you could call them that. They weren’t anything outrageous, just little things that you needed here and there. Yesterday, when your apron had broken at yet another seam from wear, you found another on your bed– brand new and without a note. 

The day before that had been windy as you worked in the gardens, and you had received a modest ribbon hair tie after a day of pushing your hair out of your face.