#flash commission

He knew he should call up Harper, just to get a look at this tongue or something, but instead he just yanked the top off of his decanter of whiskey and swigged a few mouthfuls down, ignoring the burn against his cut and in his throat as it went down too fast. He was going to make you pay. Remy knew you were nothing but a stupid animal, one that he took extra interest in for some godforsaken reason.  

The door opened while he was still examining his tongue in the mirror, the jagged bite running a bit deeper than he would have liked, and Wren emerged, patting the dust off of his gloves. Remy didn’t even tell him off for it. He barely told him off for most things these days anyway. 

“Ouch.” The blond peered over his shoulder. “Let me guess. Peeked on me in the shower and reacted appropriately?” 

“Shut up.” Remy finally straightened up, elbowing Wren away and picking up his whip. 

“Hey, hey, I wasn’t that annoying today.” He felt the farmhand rest his weight against his back, warm breath against his neck, one hand flicking the leather tip of the lash. “Though, I won’t protest a light hearted spanking.” 

Remy grunted and elbowed him in the stomach, forcing him off of him, before marching back towards the door. To his irritation, he could hear Wren’s footsteps after him. Even though he didn’t even see him, he knew his hands were in his pockets, thumbs sticking out, with his gait lazy, like a cat slinking forth, blinking their sly brown eyes. 

“You’re always so stroppy when they come back,” He evidently had no idea when to shut the fuck up, with Remy’s temper growing hotter with every word from between his lips, toothpick still hanging out the side, waving for dear help with every syllable. “You always seem to miss their cute little tail in a… Passionate way.” 

The farmer continued to ignore him, descending the stairs, curling the end of his whip around his fist, ready to unleash hell against your soft body the moment he got back into the barn, into your pen. But he had barely gotten close to the backdoor, leading to the rest of the estate, when Wren finally curled his fingers over his elbow, halting him. The blond had no idea how close he was to a lash to the face when he did that, but as per usual, his soft brown eyes halted Remy… And the wide, pearly smile that lay under them promised him a good idea if he just listened. 

You had been left, a strap of leather shoved between your teeth, right where you had headbutted your constant captor, blood still splattered on the hay. Your body was still half in restraints, hips still suspended in midair, from straps within the contraption that kept you just a bit off the ground, relying fully on the strength of the belts. It was supposed to keep the truly unruly beasts under control, though you did show the Farmer how little it saved his teeth. You pawed with futility at the floor, nails scrabbling at the floor before finally giving up and going limp. It wasn’t comfortable, but you weren’t meant to be in these for too long. Your mind, already made into mush from shining red apples and grass and the previous milkings, knew that you should be out in the sun with the others, letting it warm your belly as you lay there, even if a tiny part of you whispered you should be getting out. Escaping. Even if there were no red apples cupped in thin fingers. 

You jerked out of your hazy, fruit filled reverie when the doors swung back open, a slice of hot, bright light cutting along your face before darkness fell again, this time accompanied with the sound of heeled footsteps coming towards you. Slow. Measured, Circling you. After the flash of sun, your eyes struggled to readjust when-

Thwap! 

The hard sting of something hard and leather smacking your thighs made you lurch forward with a startled noise. You had barely moved an inch when the loose collar around your neck was yanked back. The scent of Remy’s cologne filled your nose, with your head forcibly tilted back. You waited for him to say something, anything, mocking you, but all you heard was low, hard breathing. The same that you heard when he came in to milk you each time, a hungry look in his dark eyes. You felt something warm and stiff press against your slapped skin. A sensation that something deep inside of your body responded to. Familiar. 

It was all so fuzzy, sluggish, that it wasn’t until something scratched a soft part in you did you make a pathetic bleat and kicked your legs out desperately. His bare fingers dug into your hole, his nails digging into your most sensitive flesh, pressing in so hard that pleasure and pain meshed together deliriously in your nerves. You could be bleeding but you wouldn’t care, something slick running down your thighs from your sex. 

“A friend of mine,” Remy breathed, cruelly twisting his fingers “Told me I should return all of your actions, every act, threefold right back to you.” 

You whined softly as pleasure coursed through you, until to be interrupted by a cruel slap to your ass, his nails scratching into the skin. 

“So behave, and I will let you eat your apples straight out from my palm, and let you suckle at my cock as desperately as you did before. That’s right, I remember.” You felt heat rise into your face, faded memories of you desperately slurping at his cock as he hooked you into to be milked, his pubic hair tickling your nose. 

Another brutal slap from the back of his other hand, gloved, had tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to fall.