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You had purposely been a brat the entire time you and Habit had been out with your friends. Habit hardly ever entertained the idea of you hanging out with your friends, and if he did, he never wanted to tag along. However, today, you managed to get him to come along, although it was just to mess with him all day. You had on probably the shortest skirt you owned, as well as a pair of fishnet stockings that you hid from him so he didn’t rip them apart yet, like he had already done with literally every other pair of fishnets you owned. You were purposely a menace, bending over right in front of him, basically pressing your ass against his crotch, sitting in his lap and wiggling excessively over everything, purposely annoying the shit out of him just to watch him get madder and madder at everything. It amused you greatly to see him damn near pop a vein in his forehead at your antics, and you thrived on it.

That was, until he just stopped. It was like he flipped a switch, going from being visibly annoyed by your behavior to remarkably calm. You knew that reaction well, and the second you realized that switch had flipped, you were suddenly dreading going home. You knew you were fucked in every sense of the word, definitely doomed to being bedridden for the foreseeable future with what he’d do to you. So, knowing how much you pushed him, you purposely avoided any chance of being alone with him; going to the bathroom with your friends every single time, going with them to order food or in stores you had no interest in, just so he didn’t have the opportunity to drag you into the nearest bathroom and put you in your place. Even walking you back to your house, you had one of your friends walk with you, a friend that knew what you were in for the moment Habit got you alone. You had talked her into making small talk with him at the door so you could get away.

When the two of you walked in, she started to engage with Habit. However, you forgot Habit wasn’t as courteous as you were, because the second you ran for it, he slammed the door shut and was right after you. You slammed your shared bedroom door shut and ran into the bathroom, immediately coming up with a bullshit excuse when you heard him at the door, his knock eerily calm. He knew this part of him scared you, the way he went from visibly furious with your behavior to as cool as can be.

“Bun, open the door.”

“I’m- I’m taking a shower Habs! I kinda started to sweat, I’ll be out soon!”

You stammer out- a lie, and a poor one at that, but, to your surprise, he accepted it.

“Is that what you’re doing? Fine then bun, take your shower.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, and rubbed your hands over your face, breathing out a sigh of relief. Man, what the hell were you going to do about this? You took a few steps back before bumping into something, and you immediately realized what had happened before you even felt his arm wrap around your neck, putting you in a chokehold. Your eyes widen as you try to look at Habit as he cut off your airflow.

“You’re lying to me now, cottontail? That’s just cold. Your heart’s racing, bun. Feel bad for lyin?”

You let out a quiet squeak that was supposed to be his name, and he just tightens his grip. You claw at his arm as black spots intrude your vision. You feel lightheaded, and you hear Habit laughing, feel his voice rumble through his chest that you’re pressed against. He holds you in that headlock until your body slowly goes limp in his hold, and he tosses you over his shoulder. It seemed he had some behavioral issues he needed to sort out with his precious pet. Good thing you were awfully receptive to the methods he used.

You wake up feeling hazy, struggling to remember what happened. Yet the second you try to move your hands and feel the duct tape binding them, you realize what’s happened. Your eyes go from half lidded to snapped open as you realize you’re on your bed, wrists tied behind your back and ankles cuffed to the footrest of your bed. You hear Habit’s chuckle from beside you, and you immediately whimper. You know you’re really in for it, and immediately regret acting out. Habit was mean on a good day, that didn’t even take into consideration when you pissed him off.

“You know, I was going to use the cuffs on ya, but then you ran off and lied to me, and I was just too damn disappointed in ya, bunny.”

You swallow hard, practically trembling in response. You watched as he rose up from his chair, spinning a knife in his right hand as he slowly walked closer to you. You knew he was just being an asshole, moving slowly to scare you that much more, but you wouldn’t call him on that, you were in enough trouble as is. You watched as he stopped right beside your thighs, moving his knife to slide slowly up your leg, catching the fabric of the fishnets and cutting them, earning another whimper out of you. You watched the knife slide all the way up your thigh, stopping shy of where your skirt sat. He gently tapped your thigh with the blade, before pushing down just enough to draw blood, to which you whimpered again, but stayed still.

Once he was confident that you’d behave and remain still, he slowly cut an “H” into your thigh, using his other hand to grab your thigh and hold it still. Well, at least that’s what he pretended to do. Really, he just wanted an excuse to squeeze your thigh hard. Once he was done, he rubbed the flat side of the blade over the “H”, collecting your blood on it. He slowly walked up to your head, moving to sit one knee on the bed beside your bound body, his unoccupied hand grabbing your face and turning you to look at him before patronizingly patting your cheek.

“Open wide for me.”

You knew what he was going to do, and really wanted to shake your head no, but you were too nervous on what else he’d do, so you opened your mouth like he told you, sticking your tongue out for him. He chuckled and pressed the blade against your tongue, slowly pushing the knife into your mouth enough that if you moved without him letting you, you’d risk hurting yourself in the process. He leaned in closer, holding your face tightly so that you couldn’t move an inch.

“Atta girl, bun, that’s my girl. Regret being a brat yet, cottontail? Feel bad for being mean all day?”

He asked in a faux hurt voice, pouting mockingly in your face. You nod with his permission, tears welling up in your eyes. He laughs and slides the knife out of your mouth, wiping your saliva off of the blade on your skirt before tossing it between your thighs. He began undoing his belt, and you swallowed hard. You remember now why you never really tried to be a brat before today. Man, you were much smarter at that time, you thought. He yanked you closer by the collar of your shirt before putting his belt around your neck like a makeshift leash. You two owned collars and leashes, you didn’t know why he didn’t grab one of those. Suddenly, he yanked the belt hard, which made it squeeze around your neck, momentarily cutting your air off. Oh, that’s why.

“Does that feel good bun?”

You shake your head no, tears streaming down your cheeks. He laughs, and tilts your head up.

“No? Then I’d suggest you behave, yeah?”

“Y-Yes sir..”

He patted your head mockingly before grabbing the knife and using it to finish cutting your stockings open and your skirt off. He did the same with your shirt, but he just took your bra off, since it was strapless. There wasn’t necessarily a reason to cut that off, and you’d replace that with his money anyway. Once you were completely naked, he grabbed the panties he had cut off of you and stuffed them into your mouth, smirking at the whine you let out. He grabbed the belt again, tugging more gently this time.

“You’re gonna keep the noise down, alright bun? We don’t need another noise complaint, now do we?”

You shake your head no, and he chuckles before stripping down himself. You watch him climb up on top of you, and realize almost immediately that he’s not prepping you at all. You let out a choked gasp as he smacks your pussy hard, before damn near screaming against the fabric shoved in your mouth when he shoves himself inside. The feeling almost made you pass out, and you were already shaking. To Habit’s credit, he did give you time to adjust before he started moving, not wanting to hurt you that badly. Once he felt you start to relax and accommodate to him, he immediately started off rough, pulling out just to slam all the way back in, making your thighs tremble on either side of him. The room was filled with the wet plaps of him bottoming out inside of you. His mocking chuckles were mixed in with breathy groans as he pounded into you.

Your eyes were dazed and glossy, and you were barely even there anymore, already feeling fucked out of your mind. Habit laughed at your expression, tugging the leash hard so that you focused on him, as well as you could, that was.

“Doesn’t take much to get you cock drunk, does it bun? You’re such a dumb little slut, aren’t you? That’s why you were a little bitch all day, yeah? Because you wanted this?”

You just nodded along with his words, too fucked out to even understand what he was saying to you, to which he thought was hilarious. You couldn’t even begin to warn him that you were getting close as you squirted around his cock, your entire body trembling from how hard you came. He watched the clear liquid gush out of your pussy, making fun of you the entire time.

“Just couldn’t help it, could you? Go on bun, let it all out.”

Your body went limp against the mattress. You were seeing stars every time you blinked, and he wasn’t slowing down any. He slammed into you until his own orgasm hit him, riding it out by pounding into you. He finally pulled out, watching a mix of both of your cum drip out of you, enjoying the hand shaped bruises he had left on your thighs and hips. He pulled the panties out of your mouth, pulling the belt again to get your attention.

“Let’s not act like that again, yeah?”

“I-I won’t, promise.. ‘M sorry Habs…”