TW for noncon, guns

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"Thought you'd actually get away, didn't you?" He smirked, tearing off a piece of bread with his teeth as he shoved her forward. "Thought you were clever?"

Hitting the bed, Violet struggled to sit up, pulled her knees onto the dirty mattress as she looked down at her hands. "You can put that down now," she grit her teeth.

"I don't think I will," teasingly, he pressed the muzzle of the gun to the back of her head, spitting crumbs as he spoke. "I've always thought you were smarter than you looked, but this? This was just stupid."

"It's not what it looked like," frantic, she tried to think.

"Really? Because it looks like you went snooping and decided you were big enough to take my things and make a run for it. Hasn't anyone ever told you that stealing is wrong?" He clucked his tongue disapprovingly.

"If you'd just let me out-"

"You'd do what?" He pulled the gun away for just a moment as he gestured wildly, "Swim to shore? What shore, Orphan? Who on this goddamn ship will help you?"

"There are always noble people-"

"And there are always villains," pointing the gun at her again, he sneered, ripping off another piece of bread. "What did you think you were you going to do, Violet? Shoot me? And no one would notice?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" she lied.

"Not yet, you're not," tossing the bread onto the bed beside her, he opened his belt.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" she pulled away, desperate to hide her terror.

"Violet. How many times are we going to have this conversation?" leaning in, he gripped her chin. "I can do whatever I want to you. Now. Arms out." When she didn't comply, he slid the gun into the back of his pants, grabbing her wrists, "I SAID, arms out!" Tugging his belt off, he wrapped it quick around her wrists several times before clasping it shut on the last notch. Disgusted, she pulled her hands away violently once he finished, but he only laughed. Walking slowly over to one of his suitcases, he threw it open, grabbing a few more belts. "Now cross your ankles."

Reticent, she silently regarded him until he snatched at her leg.

"I can do it myself!" Hiding her fear behind anger, she pulled her knees in. Grabbing her anyway, he wrapped another belt around her ankles, tying them together.

"Elbows at your side."

"I'm already-"

Walking behind her, he reached around her, pinning her arms to her sides with another belt, "At your side!" Climbing around her into the bed, he took his time closing it beneath her chest. Ever brave, she watched him stoically. "Maybe this will keep you in place, Brat. I'd like to see you escape like this." Turning around, he snatched his bread up again. Though he couldn't see her, he very clearly heard the scoff she gave in reply.

"What was that?" facing her again, he fixed his face into one of silent warning.

"Nothing, nothing at all," she avoided his gaze nonchalantly, tucking her hands beneath her knees.

"If you think I am going to allow you to disrespect me-"

"I didn't say anything."

Humming low, he regarded her, "Maybe a gag is in order until you feel more talkative?"

"I just think it's funny that you're so scared of me."

The heat that rose in his body was not a friendly one. "What was that, Brat?"

"Why else go through all this trouble?" She nodded at her bonds.

"To teach you a lesson."

"What lesson?"

"That I can make things extremely unpleasant for you."

"Things are already unpleasant for me."

"They can always get worse."

"I'm sure, but of all the choices, tying me up?" Smirking, she leaned in, 'You're scared, Olaf."

With a scoff, he smiled, "You think you scare me? Please, Orphan. I know mommy and daddy always went out of their way to convince you you're special, but that is RICH, even for a snotty heiress."

"And what? You aren't tough enough to take me? Need to literally tie me down because you're too scared to fight?"

"There's a difference between not being able to and not being bothered to, Orphan."

"You're scared of me."

"Oh, yes? I'm the one who's scared?" Turning sharply, he grabbed her by the hair, enjoying the sound she made as she cried out. "What are you going to do, Violet? What are you going to do?"

"I TOLD you, don't fucking TOUCH ME!" All at once, he was staring at the shaking barrel of a gun. Trembling, she held it to his chin. Blindsided, he patted his back, actually smiled when he couldn't feel it.

"You clever little bitch," he smiled, voice dropping into his chest. "What? Are you going to shoot me?"

"Maybe I will," if she could, she would have shoved it against his throat.

"Go on, then. Shoot," he purred.

"I will," she spoke, more tremble than person, "so you better untie me!"

"You won't do it, Orphan. You've too much of those simpering idiots in your head."

"Anyone would understand. There's no reason for me not to!"

"Then do it," leaning in, he gripped the barrel of the gun in his hand, tilted it up under his chin. "Shoot me, Violet."

"I will!" The tears came without her permission, shaking hands useless to help. "Now untie me!"

"Here, let me help. No excuses." Steadying the shaking barrel, he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Before she could process what was happening, he slid the barrel into his mouth, smiling.

"What the fuck are you-" her voice shook, tears still streaming down her face.

Slowly, he closed his lips, slid his mouth further down the barrel. Placing a hand on her knee, he moaned, a fake, outlandish sound.

"I swear, I'll…" blinking away the tears, she watched him pull back, lips curling as he groaned again, fingers pushing against her thigh. When she looked into his eyes, it felt exactly as one might imagine looking into a dark ice cavern would. "I'll… I'll do it…" Slowly, not looking away, he moved further down until she was certain he would suffocate. Another moment later, she was relieved to realize the burning in her chest was from the breath she had been holding. "I…"

Holding her knees, he shut his eyes slowly, moaning deeply, digging his nails into her legs.

"Stop it!" Frantic, she heard the hiccup in her voice, tears blinding her. It was only then that she saw the very real bulge between his legs as his erection swelled, tenting his pants. "Listen to me! I am-"

"Out of your league; it's okay." Having released the barrel with a suctioned pop, he smirked.

"You don't know the first thing about me." She wished desperately that she could wipe the tears away.

"I know enough," tilting the gun up again with an index finger, he ran his tongue along it. "I know you like playing with toys meant for the grownups." Bobbing his head down over the muzzle, he groaned again, taking a moment before pulling back, "I know you're not as stupid as you act. And, maybe most importantly," pressing the gun to his chest, he leaned in, kissed her cheek, "I know how to get you wet." With a sharp tug, he pulled the gun from her hands. Shaking, she closed her hands into fists, pressing then to her eyes, furiously wiping at the tears.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Wailing, she tried to hit at him.

"Settle down; you're making a fool of yourself." Standing up, he easily evaded her punches. Still weeping, she clutched at her clothes, gasping for air. "Why are you fucking crying? Why are you crying?" Arms open in exasperation, he looked down at her. "You're the one who keeps causing problems!"

"I hate you!" Spitting the words, she began to cough, struggling to breathe.

"Christ, just- Calm down okay? Or I will shoot you!"

"Let me go!"

"No!" He raised the gun as if to hit her, but even the flinch she reflexively gave did little to satisfy him. "Damnit, Violet," muttering quietly, he gripped her chin, forced her to look at him.

She wasn't a particularly attractive crier, but even with red, stained cheeks, she was a damn pretty little thing. When he kissed her, she tasted like salt, his arousal straining at the sensation. "Cry all you want, Orphan, just keep it quiet," pressing the gun to her throat, he forced his tongue into her mouth. Crying harder, she almost bit him. "What's the matter, pretty girl? Don't like it when other people play with your toys?" Rough, he shoved the muzzle against her jugular.

"You can't kill me! You need me! You-"

"I don't NEED you, Orphan. I want you. And I always get what I want." Shoving her down, he climbed over her, still holding the gun to her throat. Trying to kick at him, she uselessly smacked his legs with her calves.

"Now, now, behave yourself," when he smiled, it was all teeth. She found it hard to believe he didn't have more teeth than the average person. "I thought you liked playing with guns," leaning over her, he kissed her, pressing the muzzle to her stomach.

"Fuck you! If you're trying to scare me, it's not working! You won't kill me!"

"No, but I will hurt you." Slow, he licked along her throat. "That's only if you make me, though. Does our deal still stand? Are you going to fight me, Orphan?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, she clenched her teeth, wished she could stop crying; it was pathetic, "The deal stands."

"Well then," smiling wickedly, he dragged the barrel down her stomach, used the cold metal to pry her legs open. "Let's see if we can't set you right?"

"Please, Olaf- You can have the money-"

"No no no, Violet. Did you really think I'd take kindly to having a gun pointed at me?" His voice was gravelly, unkind as he tugged her panties down her thighs.

Flat on her back, she didn't open her eyes as he forced her feet up, bending her knees apart.

"Cheer up, Orphan," he kissed her throat again, unbuttoning the top of the dress shirt he has given her to wear. "I'm not doing anything I wouldn't want."

"Olaf, please-"

"Hush. What kind of guardian would I be if I never punished you?"

"I don't need a guardian, but it wouldn't ever be you!"

"Funny, because right now it looks like you could use one."

She cried out, a terrified gasp, as he pressed the cold metal between her legs, "Please! I'm no good to you dead! I-" and then she was shrieking as he pushed the muzzle inside her.

"Then don't make me do anything that I'll regret." Slowly, he pumped the barrel in and out of her, gradually building up depth. The hard metal felt like a tumor within her, metastatic and volatile. Shaking silently, she clutched her clothes, prayed it would be over soon.

As much as he was enchanted by the sight of her spread legs, Olaf kept finding himself drawn back to her pinched face. He liked her scared; she drew in, made herself smaller. Leaning down, he rested his cheek against her knee.

"See? Even the most wile of brats can be tamed with a firm hand."

Opening her eyes, she looked at him with unadulterated contempt, "Fuck you." Despite the tremble of her lip, she managed some conviction.

"I insist," he smirked, amused at her tenacity. Looking away from her face, he watched his hand work the gun, wondered how much more of this he could take. "Tell me, Violet," still staring down, he mustered boredom in his voice, "am I really so terrible that you'd rather this to letting me fuck you myself?" Pride rose in his chest as she turned her face away from him, tears staining the pillow beneath her.

"I… You won't kill me."

"I might," he shrugged, still trying to look uninterested despite the raging lust in his blood.

"You agreed-"

"As did you. Whatever I want. And right now, I might want to kill you. Awful oversight on your part, really."

"You won't," he could feel her sharp stare, but her voice was less certain now.

"Not so long as there is something else I want more."

"Which is?"

"I want you to cum for me again, little Orphan," he smiled as a snake might.

"Why do you care?" She couldn't decide if it was better or worse when he looked at her.

He shrugged again, "Because. Does it matter?"

"It does to me."

"Well I don't give a damn." Sitting up, he began to rub her clit in circles with his thumb. Gasping, she fought to keep her hips firmly planted against the bed, not wanting to knock the gun. "Isn't that better, Brat?" he hissed, smiling. "Aren't I a kind guardian?"

"You aren't-"

"I hate to make the point again, but if you had only agreed to be my wife, it would have made all this so much more enjoyable for you." Sighing, he watched his hands work, masturbating her. "Would have saved us both a lot of time." Whining, she strained at the ties around her wrists. "Yes?" he smirked, "you like that?" Straightening up, he leered down over her, mimicking her facial expressions. "Oh, yes… Very good."

"Please," her voice strained, weak. Damn girl still hadn't given up. She was close to breaking, though. The sound of her whimpers strained inside his belly. If he wasn't already aroused, he'd have been lost at that. Unwilling to prolong his own satiation any longer, he pulled the barrel from her slowly. Making sure she was looking, he raised it to his lips again, putting his talents back to use as he pushed it far into his mouth. Silent, she held his gaze, lips parted as she breathed heavily. And then he pulled the trigger.

With a scream, she tried to sit up, hair falling over her face, blurring her vision. The blood in her head pounded, terror racing through her as he laughed.

"Did you think I'd leave a loaded gun where you could reach it?" Teasingly, he ran his tongue over it one last time before tossing it aside. Closing her eyes, she turned away, tears silently falling. "Oh, come on," still laughing, he kissed her neck before beginning to tug his clothes off. "Silly girl, were you worried I'd leave you? No, even I couldn't be so cruel as to leave you so unsatisfied."

"You- You didn't-" Shaking silently, she curled her body into a question mark.

"Shh, little Brat," shushing her, he pressed her shoulder until she was on her back once more. "Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor?" Stroking his erection, he knelt before her, lifting her legs up.

"Why are you doing this?" her voice cracked around the question.

"Because, darling," reaching forward, he stroked her cheek, "you said 'anything."

Situating her knees on either side of his head, he began to rub her clit again, quickly. With a cry, she arched up against the bed and he mourned the fact that he hadn't thought to tie her up naked. As it was, the shirt opened to just below her breasts, where the belt caught it. The white of her bra teased him, thin cotton letting him catch the barest glimpse of the small peaks of her nipples. Watching her heaving chest, he leaned down, kissed her inner knee.

"So pretty, little Brat." His voice was heavy with arousal, patience straining as he pushed a finger inside her. Her whimpers only served to further intoxicated him, leave him hungry for more. "Open your eyes. I'm not going to hurt you. Not yet."

Clearly more terrified of what he might do than of what he was doing, she complied, looking at him with those damningly long lashes.

"Good girl," he kissed her leg again as he pumped his fingers inside her. "Good little Orphan. So pretty." When he brushed his thumb over her clit, she groaned again, averting her eyes. "My god, can you feel how wet you are? You love being mine, Brat. You knew this was a trap, didn't you? But you came onboard anyway, hoping you might be so lucky as to be given a second chance at being mine. Good news, little Brat; I am generous, and you belong to ME."

"You're a liar," she whimpered, breath heaving in her chest.

"Am I? Deep down, you know it's true. Tell me, Violet; why did you cross your legs when I tied them? Did you want me to have an easier time fucking you?"

"You told me to," she spit, deliciously close to breaking.

"Did I? Think hard, Brat. Did I really, or were you just eager to serve me?"

"I-" he saw her hesitate, smirked as he interrupted her with a thrust.

"Good little Brat, so eager to please. Wants the bad man to make her cum." Speeding up, he was pleased to watch her face contort from fear to desperation. "You ran away just to be punished, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"

"No!" she cried, gasping.

"Don't lie to me, little slut!"

"I didn't!"

"You wanted me to tie you up and fuck you senseless!"

"I-"

"You wanted to ride cock!"

"You-"

"You wanted this!"

"No!" she cried again, pushing her hips down against him.

"Should I let you finish? Would you like that?"

"Olaf-" she grit her teeth.

"That's it, little girl. Give in. You know you want to. Just give up; it's easy. Go on and see how it feels," smirking, he kissed her leg. Responding to his touch, she tightened her thighs against him.

"I can't-"

"Just a small surrender. Momentary submission. Can you do that, Orphan? Can you relax for me? No one's around to know." To his infinite delight, she slowly relaxed her muscles, no longer fighting against her bonds. With a whimper, she let her head fall to the side, body pliable in his hands. "What a good girl," he crooned, speeding up the pulse of his movements. "See? I can give you what you want if you only let me. Do you want me to let you cum, Orphan?"

"Yes," she whimpered, the word forcing itself from her throat.

"Good. Go on and cum around my fingers, Brat. Go on and give me a reason to keep you."

With a few more strokes, she was gasping, open lips showing off her pink tongue as she clutched at her shirt. Cheek pressed to the pillow, she groaned, an incredible blush spreading from her nose to her chest. Lifting her at the hips, he aligned himself before finally, finally, penetrating her. Eyes opening again, she held his gaze, face still stained by tear tracks as she groaned, legs shaking against him.

Again, he gave her no warning before entering her. With a shudder, she tried to keep her body from re-tensing as she felt him inside her, hard and thick. Legs still loped over his shoulders, there was nothing she could do but lay there, let him sheath himself inside her and hope it wouldn't hurt more than it had to.

"Very good. I love a brat who knows her place," he groaned, thrusting inside her. Closing her eyes again, she tried not to think about the leather biting into her skin, but then he was forcing her knees apart, pulling her legs over his shoulders.

"Come here, little girl. I want to feel you." Grabbing the belt around her elbows, he quickly undid the clasp before lifting her roughly by the biceps, forcing her wrists behind his neck so that she was staring straight at him. "Much better," he growled, bucking up into her. With each thrust, she gasped, unable to catch her breath as he scowled, pressed himself inside her. His fingers dug into her waist, bounced her up and down as she unwillingly clung to him, bonds keeping her from moving away. "Give us a kiss, Brat," he spat, nails pressing into her skin. Without waiting for her to take any initiative, he kissed her, tongue filling her mouth. Whining as he bucked into her, she squeezed her eyes shut, decided not to make another sound. She was a corpse. She was empty. There was nothing here that he could take. Even still, the sounds of his grunts filled her head, infested her emptiness.

"Good girl," he moaned, kissing her mouth. She was so soft, so small as he shoved his cock inside her. Silent, she moved to his rhythm, not complaining but still not giving him what he wanted. "Go on and give us a moan, Orphan. Don't pretend this isn't fun."

Before she could reply, he was kissing her again. Anything she needed to say could be done with his tongue in her mouth. He felt her knees pull up, calves pressing to his back. Giving a particularly vicious thrust, he managed to crack a whine out of her. "Give me what I want, Brat," he groaned into her open mouth. "Come on. Let me hear you. Let me hear you, Brat. I know you have a lot to say. Say it for me."

Fingers flexing and recurling, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder, groaning low. Quick, he tangled his hand on her hair, forced her head back again. Crying out, she drew her shoulders up, flinching away. "Give me what I want," he hissed, bored with her misbehaving.

Gasping open-mouthed, she clenched her eyes shut, wished he would stop talking. It was so much easier when he wasn't talking, when he could be someone else and she could be someone else. Because he wasn't wrong; as much as she hated herself for it, he wasn't wrong. There was something indescribable about the way he nestled between her legs, hips fit snugly to hips. If she could, she would have stopped all nerves beneath her neck, hated the way her body responded to him. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she could forget everything that wasn't this moment; the terror, the bite of the belts, the pain. His beard chafed her skin as he continued to kiss her, and she could almost swear she could taste gunmetal on his tongue.

Whining, she felt her legs shake, bones collapsing as another orgasm unfolded itself within her belly. Pulling back from his kiss, she groaned, the sound morphing into a high moan.

"Good girl," he purred, pleased as she held onto him with her thighs, gasping. "Good Brat." Her moans became hiccuped as he sped up his strokes, her breasts bouncing delightfully against his chest. "Cum for me, Brat. Give it up to me."

Groaning, she rested her forehead to his neck, unable to do anything but comply, teeth pressing to his throat. All at once he became uncomfortably aware of the limitations of the position as he felt his own climax coming.

"Fuck, Orphan, do that again," he groaned, teeth clenched.

"What?"

Grabbing her by the back of the head, he held her tight against himself, "Bite me, bitch! Let me feel you, Violet! Take what you want! Eat your fucking heart out!"

Terrified and horribly confused, she pressed her teeth to his neck, ready to give him whatever he wanted at this point. Moaning loudly, he bucked quick against her, breath turning to heavy gasps between groans. Unsure what else she was supposed to do, she simply held on, lips closing over her teeth as he forced her through another orgasm. Sucking in through her teeth, she tried to even her breath, the salty taste of his sweat heavy on her tongue.

With a groan, he gripped her, laying her flat on her back as he pulled out, rapidly stroking himself. Unable to pull away, she lay beneath him, watched his naked frame rock above her as he thrust into his fist, face contorted into something similar to anger. After an eternity, he finished, spilling himself on her lower belly.

Sighing, he rested his head against her chest, panting. She remained still, silent as he took her hands from behind his neck, slipped out from between her legs. With a groan, he lay his head back down on her chest, closing his eyes.

"I- Can you untie me now?" her voice sounded raw, pained.

"Not yet," he sighed.

"Can I at least wash up?"

"What's the hurry?" he grumbled, exhausted. The girl had no consideration for how hard he worked.

"My arms are tired."

Looking up, he realized her arms were braced above her head. "Well put them down."

"Where?"

"Do I look like I care?" grumbling, he lay down again, tugging her arms down with him. "Now, I'm trusting you not to strangle me," he muttered, letting her hands rest just above his shoulders. Silent once more, she didn't move, only the beat of her heart betraying her.