Darkiplier's head drew back downwards in the same fluid motion, bringing the bat in his hand down to his hip and letting it rest there. The heat that radiated from him returned in one second of contact. He avoided your face and instead returned to the sensitive length of your neck, his lips hovering over your skin, letting you listen to the sound of his breath below your ear.
He remained perfectly still, waiting and listening like a predator on the prowl. His head cocked to the side slightly, he patiently awaited for the sound of your distress from the lack of attention. All you could do was sit there and quiver, the pain in your knee now residing to a dull ache that would forever remain each time you moved too much.
"What do you want." he finally lowly growled to you, and you swallowed thickly. He was giving so many signals, like he always did.
At one end of the spectrum, you were terrified of him. You wanted him to back off, and leave you alone instead of having to worry if he will hit you again. On the other end, your entire body screamed for his touch, his expert sexual driven graze of electrified flesh.
There was something so sensual about a madman.
"Y… Your lips." You managed in reply, and could feel Dark's grin and hear the rumble of his chuckle.
"Where?" He hummed lightly, and seemed to find amusement in the sounds of your discomfort.
When you failed to answer in the allotted time he gave you, he instead decided to play a guessing game. He dipped his head again, and brushed the smoothness of his lips against the surface of your skin, drawing it along your neck and causing you to shiver abruptly. "Here?"
The wet muscle of his tongue dipped from his mouth, and in one straight line, trailed the warmth up your neck towards your jawline. Once his tongue flicked against the loose flap of your ear, he brought his canines down to bite on the cluster of nerves tucked underneath your jaw. "Here?"
You tensed up and gave a low and hidden moan to the sensation of pleasure, thighs tensing and relaxing the second he let go.
He moved himself so that suddenly his face was right in front of your own, staring you down with that empty blackness in his eyes that caused you to tense up for a totally different reason. He gave another grin, sadistic and giddy with the view of your fear and how you've been affected by his lips alone.
"Perhaps… here?" he leaned himself in, and embraced your lips with his own, hungrily devouring you and tasting you. You could feel his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, before he tentatively bit down on that same surface, tugging for a moment before separating again, leaving the taste of him lingering and causing you to lick your own lips in hopes of getting more from him. Instead, he only gave a sinister snicker and pulled back up.
He returned to your ear, letting the edge of his mouth brush against the canal before whispering. "Perhaps… your pussy?"
You could feel your innards melt and convulse together, all of them falling down straight to your clit that immediately throbbed in response to his words. Rolling your hips in a circle, your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip, pulling and tugging nervously at the skin.
"Please." You whimpered, and he gave another chuckle, pulling back completely to rise to a stand again.
You watched him as he eyed you down, tongue drawing against his teeth hungrily before bringing the bat on his hip back up to his chest, holding it fondly in both his hands. His eyes drew down to his lovely chrome weapon only for a moment.
Abruptly he turned himself, moving towards the shelf where he lifted the bat and set it down in an open space. He swiveled again to face you, and gave a cruel smile.
"Not yet." He stated, and his hands drew up in order to grasp onto the first little black button keeping his shirt together.
Fuck.
Dark obviously liked the look on your face when you realized what he was doing, and his cruel grin only widened further. Eyes remaining locked to you, his fingers very slowly wove the button through its hole, sliding it through and letting it pop apart, revealing a tiny sliver of his chest to the little bulb's light.
You exhaled sharply, rolling your wrists underneath the pressure of the ropes, trying to find some kind of magical willpower that could get you out of the chair and onto his body.
Still, he continued. Agonizingly slow, he brought his hands down to the next sitting button, letting his hands roam his own chest and teasing you with the fact that he could touch himself, but you could never do the same. With another swift snap, another button was confirmed undone. More of his chest slid into view, waving happily from underneath its clothing covers.
"How many more buttons do you want undone." Dark demanded, and it took you a moment to process the question.
Your eyes darted down his torso, frantically counting each button left untouched before making your final decision.
"Seven." You stated, and Dark glanced down at himself to assess the amount of buttons chosen, before his eyes narrowed down and he lifted his gaze again.
"Naughty girl."
You couldn't help it, but you grinned. The view of him undressing for you had left you ultimately… well… horny. Just a few moments ago he was forcing you to scream in agony with a baseball bat. Now you wanted him to fuck you silly.
The view of your playful grin caused what little light was in his eyes to flash and swirl. He saw the challenge in your expression. The game was on.