Firstly, thank you for choosing to read this. Hopefully all those who asked me for a multi-chapter BDSM story are all here!
IMPORTANT. This is a BDSM themed story. It will touch on truths, misconceptions and very many kinks. I am not going to put trigger warnings at the start of every chapter, but triggers may include consensual-nonconsent, bondage, humiliation and many more. There will be NO scat, watersports, or any other types of kinks involving bodily fluids.
Secondly, this story is mostly unplanned so we will see where it goes! The main pairing will be Levi x Eren but expect very many more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin, it's characters, or any other brands or establishments mentioned in this story.
The second Levi first saw the brunette, he knew he wanted the boy. Honestly, who wouldn't? Twenty-two year old Eren Yeager was tall, with naturally bronzed skin stretching sinuously over finely-cut muscles from head to toe. Everything about the boy was mouth-watering, from his large, veiny hands to his long, shapely legs; yet while everything about Eren was intoxicating, his eyes were by far the most breath-taking of his assets.
The startling emerald color of the boy's orbs was so vibrantly green it was surreal. They looked as though they were stunning paintings rather than a person's ocular devices, but Eren's uncensored emotions personified them. When the light was just right, staccato flecks of blue danced among the vibrant green to make the boy's eyes look like the misty oceanic coast of a desert.
Levi often wondered what those fierce eyes looked like in the throes of passion.
As that thought once again crossed his mind, Levi looked before him into a pair of emerald eyes. They were brave yet deeply afraid, tired yet alert, and while they were focused on him and nothing else, they seemed to be staring right through him. Yet they were not the emerald eyes of the beautiful brunette; they were the eyes of someone who was irrefutably his at this very moment.
His mind shouldn't be on someone else right now.
The man silently berated himself for losing his focus at such a critical time. While the woman kneeling before him had undoubtedly not realized that his mind had wandered briefly, the fact that it had was unprofessional, immature and potentially hazardous. Taking a deep breath to center himself once more, Levi quickly regained his composure. He would punish himself later for his critical slip, but right now, the woman before him needed and deserved his undivided attention.
Giving the exquisite specimen before him an appreciative glance, Levi took a moment to admire her. She was of average height, and while she had an athletic figure, it was a natural and soft physique rather than one formed through hours of committed training. Her face was sweet and angelic, and her large emerald eyes held nothing but innocence and expectation. The flaming red hair on her head was neatly tied into two pigtails, only adding to the innocence her entirety displayed. What detracted from the innocence, however, was what Levi was admiring about the woman.
Kneeling before Levi with her legs widely spread and locked in place by a steel spreader bar, the woman's mouth was gagged by a black rope and her arms secured firmly behind her back with thicker red ropes. Her body was exposed to Levi, the buds on her perky breasts painfully hardened by the delicate tortures the man had administered thus far, and her thighs wet from the arousal trickling from her most intimate part.
Everything about her position made the innocence in her eyes look like the farce that it was.
This was the very reason Levi never judged a person on face value. He would never have guessed that the sweet married woman before him, his childhood friend, was someone who got off from having her fears exploited. Who would've been able to tell that the sweet, angelic Isabel Magnolia, a kindergarten teacher and lover of all animals liked to cry and be forced to orgasm through her tears? Not a single living person would've been able to guess that even if they had a gun pointed to their head.
It made Levi wonder what dark secrets Eren Yeager might have.
Clenching his jaw, Levi forced himself to refocus. Why was it that an inconsequential brat was stealing his attention at a time when he should be focused on nothing else? When had he become so easily distracted in the first place?
Bringing himself back to the here and now, Levi's eyes keenly followed the violet wand that trailed lightly over the soft skin of the woman's throat. The contact with her throat could've been a razor-sharp blade given the way she reacted, tensing as if she were anticipating pain. He watched her reaction carefully, sternly reminding himself that the woman before him was not only his plaything but also his responsibility. She was not only his submissive at this moment in time, but she was his best friend first and foremost, and after this play she would still be so. He could not afford to lose his composure.
Trailing the wand over the sensitive skin on her neck, allowing it to ghost against the beautiful black and pink leather collar that marked his ownership, Levi very quickly cleared his mind of the inconsequential brat. He spent a moment to admire the simple collar that served as a reminder of the thought that he had just a minute ago – she was not only his plaything, but also his responsibility.
It was his responsibility to dominate her, to satisfy her need to submit to him, and to take care of her once that need has been satisfied. It was a responsibility he loved, and being able to administer the treatment the woman desired was an absolute pleasure.
Walking about her, Levi drank in the tremors rocking her frame. While she was no doubt anxious to receive the light tickles of electricity the wand could administer, she trembled from the sheer exhaustion of having to kneel perfectly upright with her legs so widely spread for such an extended period of time. Levi knew she was strong, but he also knew that she was approaching her limit. Her trembling was also the result of the arousal coursing through her body thanks to the snug-fitting bullet vibrator inserted into her most intimate part, the frequency set low enough to tease but high enough to entice.
Having edged her twice already, Levi toyed with the idea of denying her release entirely. When discussing the parameters of today's play, he had explicitly stated that he may or may not allow her to orgasm; she had agreed, submitting to his will before the cool leather of the collar touched her neck.
Levi let his finger glide across the 'on' button of the wand, causing a crackling buzz to shatter the silence in the room. Isabel gasped and pinched her eyes shut, clenching her jaw as her anxiety grew. Even though she knew that the purple tendrils would do no more than tickle her skin, the long build-up of the play and her fragile psychological state made her deathly afraid of what her trusted Dom would do next.
It was this fear that she craved.
"Eyes open," Levi said, his voice quiet yet stern. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes, not only for his satisfaction but also so that he could ascertain that he was taking her to the heights she wished to ascend to.
With a gulp, Isabel complied. Levi cooed praise as she opened her eyes, staring dead ahead and fighting tooth and nail to not shut them. She knew that any disobedience would be met with punishment, and even though she felt fear for what would happen next, her greatest fear in that moment was not being able to reach her crescendo.
Glancing at the bells and pleased that they were still fast in Isabel's hand, Levi decided to continue. He watched carefully as the woman before him shifted uneasily, desperately trying and failing to school her panting as her breaths grew heavier and more frantic. It was not getting out of hand just yet, but Levi had to keep her calm.
Cupping her face gently, Levi looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "Breathe, Izzy." He took a deep breath in to demonstrate, and she followed suit. Together, they held their breaths, Levi releasing his a moment before Isabel. He repeated this several times until the redhead was no longer panting. "Good girl. That's better. Breathe deeply."
Isabel focused only on her breathing then. She would breathe in, hold her breath for two seconds, and then exhale slowly. Her compliance ensured her serenity, and with her focus solely on that calm, Levi stalked about her like a predator eyeing his prey. With his sub so tightly wound, it would only be a matter of minutes, seconds even before she would completely come undone.
He would push her to her limits as she expected him to.
His arm shot forward then, the very tip of the wand coming into contact with the hardened bud on her one breast. Purple tendrils sprang forth to lick the woman's hardened flesh, sending a sharp shock through her body that had her throwing her head back and shutting her eyes as a cry tore from her gagged mouth. The tremors that had gently rocked her body turned to violent convulsions, and as Levi held the device in place his eyes jumped to the bells in the woman's hand; they had not fallen yet.
Her wordless permission allowed Levi a moment to drink in the sight before him – the woman was gasping and writhing, caught between pain and pleasure and her body begging for more of the latter. Her eyes were frantic, her muscles taut, and the small wiggles of her hips betrayed how desperately she needed to be touched. Right now Levi had the power to grant or deny her orgasm, and as he watched the beauty before him tear up as her arousal became too painful to bear, he realized that that was the only control he head.
She was the one in charge. She set up the boundaries, she dictated what he could and could not do to her, and she approached him when she wanted to play. Her hand had drawn the outlines and all Levi was tasked with was coloring in the picture. And when she was satisfied, she would be the one to say stop.
Trailing the wand across the woman's chest to the other hardened bud, Levi increased the voltage just as he reached her sensitive flesh. The sudden sting that slapped the woman's nipple caused her to cry out yet again, a light jungle of bells being fondled catching Levi's attention above her hoarse cry. While they hadn't fallen to the ground yet, Isabel's grip on them had weakened substantially; those minutes had definitely turned to seconds now.
It was now time to deliver the kill shot.
In one sinuous movement, Levi tore the wand from the woman's breast, increasing the voltage to maximum as he pressed it against her engorged clitoris and set the frequency of the bullet vibrator to its highest setting.
As expected, the double-headed assault threw her over the edge.
With a cry that sounded like that of a woman in suffering, the woman writhed and fell forward, pleasure raping her. Levi immediately fell to his knees before her, catching his dearest sub as she fell, paralyzed by the pleasure that had been previously denied to her. Gasping and choking and sporadically convulsing, the orgasmic delight engulfed every cell in her body as she was stimulated from the outside and the inside until she could bear the contact of either no more.
The bells fell to the floor.
As soon as the familiar jingle caught Levi's ear, he turned off both the wand and the bullet vibrator, relieving the convulsing woman of the vibrations and tingles that had her over-stimulated. She immediately breathed out a sigh of relief and fell limply against Levi, her face finding the crook of his neck. The wetness that smeared against Levi's skin confirmed what he already knew; she was crying.
He let her silently release her tears on him as he deftly undid her binds, making light work of the intricate rope work binding her arms and gagging her beautiful mouth. The spreader bar unlatched with ease. As soon as she was no longer restricted, she shifted closer to Levi and embraced him tightly. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her bare chest pressing against his clothed torso as she pulled him close.
In this moment, she needed nothing else. Levi was her world.
As Levi sat on the floor with the naked woman, he thought back to the beginning of their unique relationship. In the beginning, so much was needed to reassure her after she had been pushed too far. He would have to caress her, utter sweet reassurances to her and sometimes even spend a night in her bed holding her before she felt stable enough to conquer the world outside their play area. Now, years down the line, she was secure enough to require only his presence to assist her in reconnecting with the world around them.
Time ticked by as the pair embraced on the floor. Levi patiently waited as Isabel re-centered herself. He waited with her, holding her as she held him, reminding her through his presence alone that he would protect her. She was his responsibility; while she wore her collar, she was his entirely, his submissive, but at the end of a play and even beyond that, she was his best friend.
"Thank you," she eventually whispered, lifting her head.
"You're welcome," Levi replied, caressing her cheek where her tears had dried. "How are you feeling?"
Smiling lazily, Isabel answered, "Fantastic."
Levi nodded in agreement; the dazed look in her eyes and the unnaturally peaceful demeanor of the usually energetic redhead bore testimony to the sheer magnitude of tranquility her mind possessed. It was the feeling Levi worked so hard to impart on her, and seeing her lost in it made him extremely proud of his abilities as her Dom.
"That's good," he said.
"Can you please get Farlan?" Isabel asked uncertainly.
"Of course," Levi quickly replied. "Let me just get you into a comfortable position."
Agreeing with a nod, Isabel allowed Levi to pick her up off the floor. The man was strong for his height, but then again, with his ranking in the professional sporting world, it was to be expected. He could easily squat twice times his body weight; picking up a dainty woman was nothing more than a warm-up to him.
He placed her on a couch in a corner of the room. Laying her down and making sure she was comfortable, Levi gave her a warning before gently removing the bullet from within her. He placed it in a little tub of disinfectant before turning his attention back to his sub, placing a blanket over her body and bringing a cola to the table beside the couch.
"Is there anything else you need?" he asked as he knelt beside her.
"No," she answered. "I just want my husband."
Smiling at her bratty pout, Levi nodded in understanding. Before he could leave, however, there was one thing he needed to do.
"May I remove your collar, Izzy?" he asked.
Nodding, Isabel said, "Yes you may. Thank you, Sir."
Levi quickly removed the single item that ensured he and his best friend were not equals; the symbol of his ownership of her and his dominance over her. He secured it neatly and placed it on the table beside the cola, giving Isabel's bare neck a soft caress as he admired how free she suddenly appeared.
"Levi," Isabel called. It never ceased to amaze the man how quickly she could snap out of her submissive state. "Go. I want my husband."
"Geez," Levi said as he stood. "Such a fucking brat."
"That's why you love me!" Isabel teased.
Clicking his tongue, Levi turned away. "I wouldn't love you if you were the last living thing on earth."
With that, he left the room, leaving an elated Isabel giggling like a school girl on the couch.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, that concludes chapter one.
Now as you see we're not jumping straight into the Levi x Eren - PLOT DEVELOPMENT, people! If you can't stand reading other pairings such as the one above, you're in for a displeasing read so perhaps it's better to vacate.
BDSM isn't all sex, folks. It isn't kinky foreplay. A lot of plays, like in the scene above, are not done with lovers. If you are keen to continue reading, thank you and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. The plot will also develop extensively outside of BDSM but you'd be sure to learn a lot if you are not active in the BDSM scene.
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