A/N: Just to clear things up Jim is a submissive who up until now acted like a dominant and Marie is a dominant. Also the italicized text is Marie's thoughts.
7 a.m. Shrill screams of no and stop coming from her bedroom where she left her previously sleeping boss shattered the early morning silence of her flat. After two active tours of duty in Afghanistan and recruitment into the new and elite Dangerous Offenders Apprehension Team of MI6 upon her return from her second tour she knew the criminal was experiencing a night terror.
The ex-soldier and MI6 agent rinsed toothpaste from her mouth before filling a plastic glass with water and shutting the faucet off. Glass in hand she crossed the hallway and entered her bedroom resigned to the fact that her morning run would have to wait. She flipped the light switch on the wall beside the door frame to turn her the lights on before slowly approaching the criminal until she was hovering over him and watching him, naked as the day he was born, throw up into the trashcan on the floor beside her bed. She waited until he stopped dry heaving before holding the glass out to him.
"Drink this." Marie said in a voice that brokered zero argument.
The command was met with dark and defiant eyes which normally set her on edge because the criminal's eyes usually only got this dark when Moriarty was about to make an appearance and all hell was about to break loose. However, this time was different because being this close to the criminal and having a highly tuned gift of perception allowed her to see the fear behind the defiance. In the end all it took for the criminal to get the message that she wasn't going to back down was a 30 second glaring match. He caved and took the glass drinking the water in one go before setting it down on the nightstand beside the bed. Now that the taste of vomit was out of his mouth her attention shifted to helping him recover from the shock of his night terror.
However, he surprised her by opening the nightstand drawer with his shaking left hand so he could pull out the black one inch leather collar with six stainless steel dome studs and a stainless steel D-ring and buckle that she bought months ago in the hope that someday he would admit to being a submissive. He held the collar out to her and she froze unsure of whether or not she should take it. She knew from the moment she met the temperamental criminal that despite his controlling and dominant behavior while in public and sometimes in private he was actually a submissive pretending to be a dominant. Despite buying the collar she never thought she would see the day when he finally asked to be hers by presenting her with the collar. She fantasized about him asking to be hers more times than she cared to admit but to have it actually happen was both terrifying and huge turn on.
She also knew that if he was being honest about being abused collaring him without a discussion first presented a trigger risk given how big a step they both knew he was making by asking to be her submissive. However, his muscles were tense and his hand was shaking so badly that it caused the metal buckle on the collar to clink. It looked like if she didn't collar him he would spiral out of control therefore it seemed the risk of psychological damage from not collaring him far outweighed the risk of collaring him. For her own peace of mind though she needed to be certain that being collared was what he wanted.
"Are you absolutely certain this is what you want because there's no going back?" Marie said trying to sound as neutral as possible so as not to influence his decision.
"Please honey." Jim responded with a desperation in his voice that told her that this was not only something he wanted but also something he needed.
Despite his tense body and shaking hands she saw no visible sign of hesitation. However, she knew that he was quickly spiraling out of control and if being collared grounded him and offered comfort it was the lesser of two evils so decision made she quickly stripped naked throwing her clothes and underwear on the floor before grabbing the collar from the criminal's shaking hand and climbing onto the bed. She sat in front of him rubbing the collar between her hands for 30 seconds to warm it up so it wouldn't be cold against his skin. When the collar was warm to her liking she steeled herself knowing there was no going back for her either. While that thought was scary she knew that if he was willing to take the plunge she needed to follow and show him that she was willing to give him not only what he wants but also what he needs.
All or nothing. Here we go.
"Sit." Marie said in a gentle voice because she didn't want to be strict with him. The strict dominant would come later.
He immediately complied and pulled himself up despite his shaking hands to sit in front of her like a dog would with his head bowed. She decided to test him by seeing if he would submit to a simple touch and scraped the nails on her left hand over the nape of his neck hard enough to leave red scratch marks behind. While the feeling of her nails against his skin didn't stop the shaking it did cause him to involuntarily whimper in pleasure. To Marie this was proof of his need to submit and his willingness for it to be her that he submitted to. When she slid her fingers from the nape of his neck to his chin and lifted his head so their eyes locked she saw fear but it was far outweighed by raw need which only solidified her decision to claim him as her submissive by collaring him.
"This collar means I am claiming you as my submissive but more importantly it means I promise to look after, protect and love you with everything I have. You can talk to me about anything and I will always listen." Marie said with a confidence that spoke of someone willing to give up their life to ensure their promise as she wrapped the collar around his neck before fastening it as tight as it would go around his neck.
"I'm a ruthless criminal?" Jim replied bitterly.
"I've known you long enough to know that you no longer want the life of a criminal but you can't quit because the moment you do your life will be in danger." Marie said gently.
"I made my bed a long time ago and I deserve to be punished for it." Jim snarled experiencing one of his sudden fits of anger but before he could leave the bed she told him in a tone filled with dominance to lie down.
When she straddled his waist and looked down at him she saw a flicker of deep sadness in his eyes before his mask of indifference slipped back into place. She knew what it was like to feel trapped in a life that he no longer wanted as she knew she could help him escape if he surrendered control and let her show him what it's like to be loved by someone who understood him.
However, it was clear to her that the only way she was going to get him to open up, face his past and accept who he is was to use her new found authority as his dominant to bring out his submissive side because he wasn't going to open up on his own. She suspected he was afraid that she would reject him once he shared his story so making him face his fear and comforting him as he did so would show him that she would never reject him and would always be there to support him.
She lowered her weight down on top of him and grabbed both of his wrists in hers to keep him as still as possible. Without warning she bit down on his collarbone just underneath his collar hard enough to bruise. The criminal let out a whimper of pain at the initial shock of the bite and for a split second he strained against her hold before submitting and breaking down into tears.
When she heard the first sob she let go of his wrists and used her tongue to soothe the bite because she felt guilty for making him cry. However, rationally she knew he needed to in order to let go and begin the healing process. It was a lesson Kat taught to her as part of her martial arts training on her return from her traumatic second deployment to Kandahar. Kat told her the only way to heal a damaged psyche and achieve inner tranquility was to find a way to cry and release all the negative energy. It was only than that the healing process could begin and the emotional scars could start to fade over time until the trauma was something that was remembered instead of feel and remembered.
"Just cry honey." Marie said as she rested her forehead against his collarbone over the mark on his collarbone before inhaling his scent.
30 minutes of hysterical crying was what it took for the criminal to calm down to the point where despite the fact tears were still rolling down his cheeks he regained control over himself. However, the storm was far from over because she could still sense a fair bit of inner turmoil and his razor sharp mind trying to process and make sense of everything going on around and inside of him. She gently stroked her left thumb over the top of his left hand to get his attention.
"I want you to tell me as best you can what happened to you." Marie said gently but with an undertone of sternness to get across the fact that this was an order she expected him to obey.
"The physical, psychological and sexual abuse started when I was four and my parents hired Sarah as a live in nanny to replace Angela whose family moved away. Every day while my parents were at work Sarah took immense pleasure in forcing me to strip naked before torturing me. The physical, psychological and sexual abuse she subjected me to made it so when she locked me naked in a cage I was relieved because it meant at least for a little while she lost interest in me. As bad as the physical, psychological and sexual abuse was it was it was nothing compared to what happened to me the day after my 14th birthday. My parents decided to go on a two week holiday and left me with Sarah because they didn't trust me on my own. As soon as my parents left she drugged me and when I woke up I was gagged and tied to my bed. I couldn't move and any sound I made was muffled by the gag. I cried the whole two hours she raped me and when she finally stopped she removed the gag and untied me before telling me that I enjoyed it because I got off. The next thing I remember was my friend at the time Kat wrapping me in a blanket and putting me in her car so she could drive me out of the city. She left me at a center for traumatized children and youth in Oxford. Two days later I read in a newspaper that Sarah mysteriously vanished." Jim said with a cold bitterness as more tears spilled from his eyes.
Marie licked the tears from his face and in response he let out an animalistic growl before kissing her with a possessiveness that he knew as his dominant she would want to challenge. He wanted to distract himself from feeling vulnerable by pushing her into taking control so she would sexually ravage and lay claim to him and after months of wanting to take control she wanted nothing more than to reduce him to a begging, crying mess. He was spiraling and in order to calm him down he needed to be put in subspace which meant getting rough with him so when the need for air became too great to ignore she pushed herself up so she was straddling him before saying in a tone filled with dominance:
"I'm sorry you went through that but now that I know I can help you through the healing process. I'm going to do a scene with you to put you into subspace which will calm you down. If at any point you want me to stop your safeword is Pluto is that understood?"
He nodded his head and she tangled her left hand in his hair before grabbing it and yanking his head back hard enough to hurt.
"Words baby I need to hear you say it." Marie growled before planting a kiss to his forehead.
"Yes I understand." He managed to choke out.
"Good because what I have planned for you is going to push you to your limit because I need to put you into subspace. However, once you're in subspace I promise you that you will feel nothing but tranquility. Now be a good boy and follow me to my playroom." Marie said as she climbed off the bed knowing he would follow.
Jim climbed off the bed and followed behind her as she headed for the closet. Jim couldn't see it but as she led him towards the closet she had a wicked grin on her face.
Oh you have no idea what's in store for you