Bath
He always gets what he wants. Regina/Dandy
Author's Note: Okay, ladies and gentlemen, you are about to enter a smut. Between Regina Ross and Dandy Mott. You have been warned. This also may have disturbing images involving bloodbaths. This is based off Tupperware Massacre.
Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, blood-kink, Dandy being Dandy (sort of), slight bondage. Part One of possible Regina Ross/Dandy Mott ficlets. Again... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I do not own American Horror Story. If I did, Finn Wittrock would forever be a regular. And Regina would get a bigger part in the show.
Without further ado,
Enjoy! :)
As she sits in the chair, subdued and gagged, all she could think about was where she'd much rather be right now. Her dorm in college, the nice warm bed at her mother's, the soothing library down the block, perhaps?
Her head is swimming; the blow to the head with the butt of a gun has some pretty harsh effects. When she gets free and makes it out alive, she'll make that cop pay.
She pulls against the restraints to test its strength. They seem to get tighter every time she struggles. It reminds her of the playtime she and Dandy had when they were kids. Such memories floated in and out of her mind, taunting her.
Even as a child, he haunts her.
"So glad you could wake, Regina."
Regina's eyes flickered over to the speaker. There, draped in that sickening pink robe, is Dandy. They're back in his luxurious room, and his expression is eerily calm and sweet. He holds a glass of some brown liquid and he swishes it around, admiring its color.
"I apologize for the gash in your head. I got you something for the pain."
He pushes the glass to her lips, brushing against the silk gag.
She wants to slap that glass out of his hand, to scream and run out of his room and away from this mansion forever. She never should have came back; her logic was telling her she had escaped the lion's den with her life once, and that it is best to never test the hands of fate again. But hyped up on her righteous nature of taking him down, she didn't listen.
"It's not poison, I promise." Dandy assures, taking the glass and downing it in one gulp. He then takes an ice cube out and places the glass down. He ghosts the ice cube over her cheeks, her lips, the gash that leaks her blood. He takes pleasure in soaking her blood with the ice cube, smiling as Regina flinches with every swipe. He takes what's left of the ice cube and pops it into his mouth.
"I told you I don't want to kill you. Despite your boorish flaws, you're not like the others." His fingers cup Regina's chin. She looks at him, fear etched into her features.
"I'm going to remove your gag. If you scream, I'll slice off your tongue and feed it to you." He looks at Regina, his expression menacing. He means it. Brandishing a knife in one hand, he peels off the gag with the other. Regina spits out the cloth that's been stuffed in her mouth and coughs, fresh air entering her lungs. She does this for one minute, then tries to find the words to speak.
Before Regina could talk, Dandy shoves an ice cube in her mouth. She sputters when a refreshing cool washes over her; she feels her throat clear and her tongue reactivate.
"Thank you," she croaks out. Dandy nods and stands up.
"Now that you're awake and not badly bruised, I want you to know something very important." He walks around her, his steps well timed and neat. He stands behind her now, his hands raking through her hair.
"Your foolish mistake nearly cost you your life. If I hadn't given the word, you'd be lying next to your mother in the garden. Only, chopped to pieces and scattered across the manor as mulch." He grabs a fistful and pulls her head back. Her terrified look excites him.
"I also want you to know that I can kill you right now. It's so easy, Regina. I can kill you right now, and no one would notice or care. You are at my mercy."
"Why didn't you kill me?" Regina replies. Dandy chuckles into her hair.
"Because I have special plans for you. I don't want to kill you; you're the only one worth a damn."
"What do you want?"
"Playtime."
"Playtime?"
"When we were kids," he traces the curves of her cheeks, "You would play with me, and we'd have so much fun."
Regina thinks back to their playtime. His idea of playtime was tying her up and torturing her. He would cut her hair, snip her dresses to bits and sometimes spank her. What's even creepier is that this carried on until Regina left for college. To see Dandy remember it fondly is what gives her the creeps.
"You were the perfect playmate," he continues, "always willing to play."
Because you scare me, she thinks to herself, but keeps quiet.
"I want to re-live those days again, when we were children. Especially when we bathed together."
Regina thinks back to bath time. Her and Dandy, crammed in a bathtub together, splashing and making a mess of the water and soap. It sounds innocent enough, until she remembers Dandy pouring human blood into the bathtub, his naked body pressed against her frame as he looks at her like a wolf to a lamb. His smile as he asks her to get in the tub with him...
"I want you to bathe with me," he says, "I want you to take off your clothes and get in the bath with me. I won't ask you again."
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
He laughs.
"No. I make your choices for you now. I am a God. You will obey me if you want my mercy."
"Okay," Regina responds, "Whatever you want."
"Perfect." He gets up and pulls out a knife from the lapels of his robe and presses it against her nose.
"No funny business. That detective is waiting outside to put that bullet in your head. There's a hole outside in the garden, waiting just for you." He smiles warmly at her before slicing her restraints.
Regina lets out a breath and massages her wrists and ankles. She stands up and watches as Dandy fills up the bathtub. He looks back at her while the water runs.
"What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes."
Regina reluctantly un-knots her ascot, then unbuttons her blouse. She slides off her camisole, hoisery, skirt and girdle. When she's left standing in her slip and panties, she feels anxiety well up in her body. Dandy looks back at her expectantly, his eyebrow raised. She knows what to do.
When the rest of her garments hit the ground, she stands nude in front of Dandy, wishing she'd melt into the ground and disappear.
Seeing the water is filled and at the right temperature, he picks up a container and unscrews it. In he pours the familiar red liquid that makes her sick.
Blood.
They're going to bathe in blood.
Regina wants to throw up.
Dandy slides off his robe and gets in, sighing with content as the water soothes his muscles.
Regina follows, cringing as her body makes obscene noises from the water. It feels so strange; the water feels heavenly, but the strong stench of human blood makes her gag. She pulls her knees to her chest to hide her disgust and shame. She cringes when Dandy wraps his legs around her hips and pulls her closer.
"Doesn't this feel good, Regina? Relaxing in the tub, washing away your troubles?"
Regina keeps her mouth shut.
"I missed bathing with you, you know. You were so much fun," He pulls in closer, their noses touching. Regina feels the air sucked out of her when their eyes meet. She feels her head getting light, her chest tight, her stomach twisting in the worst of knots.
"You're the only one I never want to kill. As long as you never leave, never turn against me, I'll keep you alive." He buries his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. He's pressed against her now, their bodies slick from the blood and water. Regina feels every inch of his body, she smells his scent, she hears the heartbeat of his chest.
This is too much: the blood, the atmosphere, the situation she's forced into. It makes her dizzy and she lies back in the tub.
He grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him, goosebumps peppering his flesh from the close contact. He grabs her by the chin and looks at her.
"Are you going to leave me, like Mother? Are you going to be like all the other disappointments in my life?"
Regina shakes her head no.
Without so much as a warning, he clashes his lips against hers.
Dandy is by far the first boy Regina ever kissed; boys back at her college don't find her all that attractive. This kiss is far from romantic ; his lips are clumsy against hers, holding them for seconds, then he pulls away. Regina notices how big his pupils are, how soft his face looks. He kisses her again, this time with more fervor.
Dandy kisses her like he wants to consume her; he bites her lips, plunges his tongue down her throat, mingles his saliva with hers. She tries to pull away, but his grip and primal growl warns her to stay put. So she stays there, trying to think of a better place to escape to. It's getting harder to ignore Dandy's lips, to pretend the stiff object brushing against her stomach isn't there.
"You...you're so...perfect," he sighs against her neck.
"You're not like those cows Mother brings to me. You understand me, you excite me."
Regina stiffens against him, taking in his words.
He wants her in the most sinful way possible.
She's not sure if she can deliver.
Dandy kisses her neck, her shoulders, the dip in between her breasts. He dips his fingers between their bodies to rub at her womanhood. Regina jolts against the special attention and screws her eyes shut, fighting against the untapped pleasure.
Despite her fighting against his ministrations, she is set on fire with every touch and kiss. Her body wants more, needs more, and Dandy knows it.
Dandy, despite his general distaste of the opposite sex, has experience in the sheets. He knows what parts to exploit, what tricks to make a body bend to his will. He even paid special attention to Regina's exquisite frame, remembering her as he lies in bed fantasizing. She's here, so close to him he could do whatever he wants to her and no one can stop him. Not his mother, not Dora, and definitely not the police. She is finally his, the perfect replacement for Dot and Bette. He will consume her; he will dominate her mind, body, and soul.
She will never leave him.
Ever.
"Don't fight me, Regina," Dandy warns, "Give in. Give me what I want. I always get what I want." His fingers get bolder, stroking her vaginal folds before circling the bundle of nerves that drove her wild. She bucks her hips against him, biting her lip to silence her moans. He frowns and rubs harder.
"Sing for me. I want to hear your voice play a symphony for me."
When she shakes her head furiously and tries to escape from him, he tries something different.
When he starts thrusting his fingers into her, she sings.
She sings the most beautiful song Dandy has ever heard. A song he wants to record so he could listen to over and over. The alto of her whines, the soprano of her gasps and obscenities, and finally the startling crescendo that leads to the climactic sigh that makes his heart swell with pride. She collapses against the opposite side of the tub, panting and coming down from her first sexual high.
Dandy withdraws his fingers from her and holds them up for view. There, on his fingers, is this glossy, slimy, goo that came from her. He pops them into his mouth and licks them clean. He grabs a washcloth and soap, looks to Regina and says,
"Now, let's get cleaned up. After our bath I want to play."
