Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Do You Trust Me?

Warnings: Dubious consent, face slapping, degradation, clothes tearing, violent language, rough sex, possessiveness, spitting, choking, creampie, cock warming

Story One

Kaiba is boiling as he follows Isis into the Kaiba Manor. She walks ahead of him not unaware his feelings but choosing not to acknowledge them. It makes him even more angry. He can barely keep his mouth closed as they trek up the stairs. Her walk is normal, unbothered. He needs her bothered.

"You like making me look stupid!" Kaiba roars as he slams the door. He dramatically shrugs out of one of his many trench coats, tossing it angrily to the floor of the bedroom.

"What did I do this time that wasn't to your liking?" Isis knew the confrontation was inevitable, but it doesn't make it any less annoying.

"I saw you with Yugi."

"Doing what?"

"You were practically glued to his hip. Why were you showing him so much attention?"

"It was his birthday party, Seto!" Isis isn't dumbfounded, having been in this position with him before. "The event was about him, not you."

"You are my girlfriend, not his."

Isis makes a dismissive noise as she turns towards the closet. She never makes it. She feels large hands wrapping around her biceps, manhandling her to the bed. She's a combination of thrown and pushed onto the mattress; he's hovering over her. His knees are press into hers and his arms cage her in.

"I'm talking to you," Kaiba hisses low and dangerously. Real fire is in his eyes – he's angry.

"I'm done talking to you." Isis sees the split second of indecision in his cobalt eyes before it happens.

Smack.

Isis' head snaps to the side. She takes in a shaky breath, but it's knocked out of her when the second slap knocks her head in the opposite direction with more force than the first.

Kaiba moves her hair from covering her face to find her eyes are closed. "Look at me."

Isis doesn't want to, and he knows she doesn't want to.

Kaiba grabs her shoulders and shakes her, shoving her further into the mattress. "Now."

Isis catches her breath. She opens her eyes and slowly rolls them to connect with his.

There Kaiba sees it: arousal. That warm haze of desire creeps into her vision. "You fucking freak."

The insult causes a shiver through Isis' body. She turns her head, keeping her eyes open but staring at the far wall.

Kaiba had a penchant for threats and aggression; behind the scenes the approach was rawer. He's hurled his fair share of insults, Isis returning the venom. But it wasn't until he lost his cool one night, snatching her up and made threats of harm that it revealed a side of Isis neither of them was aware of. She quietly asked—no, begged him to follow through and Kaiba did. They never had a proper conversation about it; Isis spearheading that never happening.

Kaiba grabs her arms and folds them over her chest, pinning them firmly into her breasts.

Isis squirms but can't break free from his hold. She can feel the excitement starting to build.

"I'm so much stronger than you." Kaiba leans in and presses his lips to her ear, "If I really wanted to hurt you, I could. And there's nothing you could do about it."

Gooseflesh pebbles Isis' skin from the admission. She bites her lip and whimpers. She tries to press her knees together but he's still holding them in place.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kaiba bites her ear none too nicely. "If I slapped you around—"

"Stop," Isis whines as she continues to squirm in his hold.

"Still denying who you really are?"

Isis gives him a glazed over glare but says nothing.

Kaiba presses his lips against her jaw, leading up to her mouth. He presses his lips against hers and aggressively kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Isis moans as she sinks deeper into the mattress. She barely presses her tongue against his, only for it to be ensnared with his.

Kaiba pulls back with a loud smack, a line of spit connecting their mouths. He lets her arms go in favor of freeing up his hands. He traces his hand down the front of her dress.

Isis' arms lie submissively up around her head. She bites her lip in anticipation.

"I hate this dress," Kaiba rudely remarks, taking in the floral print. He grips the collar and yanks his hands in opposite directions.

Isis hears the fabric pop as her chest lifts off the bed at the sheer force. This is followed by a loud tearing as he rips it down her chest, splitting it open. She quivers as the cool air hits her exposed flesh.

Kaiba pulls the remnants of the dress off and throws it to the floor. He stares down at her underwear, eyes narrowing as he makes eye contact with her. "You wore this to Yugi's birthday?"

"It was under my dress," Isis obviously states in a small voice. It's not even fancy. Just a simple black thong and black bra, both made of lace. She's sure it's the material that upsets him.

"Good thing I was watching you all night," Kaiba begins as he slides his hand down into her panties, "I bet you would've taken him into the bathroom, shown him what you had on under that damn dress."

Isis shakes her head, shaking more at the fingers rubbing against her folds.

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Showing the 'King of Games' what he could have. Whoring yourself out over some stupid title." The venom in Kaiba's tone is more personal, more deeply bitter. "He should go missing."

Another whimper leaves Isis' lips and she squeezes her eyes shut. "D-don't do that."

"I should. I should make him go missing since you can't control yourself around him." Kaiba's tone shifts to condescending and he chuckles. "You're getting so wet. I think you do want me to do it."

Isis can't even muster an angry look or word when his finger slips in so easy. She digs her fingers into the comforter when he adds a second. He's not gentle; he squelches his fingers in and out of her rapidly. She feels herself starting to unravel; incapable of holding her noises in.

"Don't hold it in." Kaiba's free hand swings down, slapping her left cheek, then her right, then repeating the pattern. "Show me how fucked up you really are."

Isis pants as his slaps come in quicker succession, as his fingers never lose their pace crooking deep inside her. She cries out from the sting to her face and the burn growing hotter in her belly.

"I bet no one else can handle how fucked up you are." Kaiba's eyes are wild, and his vision grows darker. "Only I can."

Isis pitifully nods and grabs his wrist in warning.

"You're going to come already, aren't you?" Kaiba purrs as he grips her face, squeezing it. "I bet you are." His lets her face go and he licks his fingertips before slapping them down on her clit back-to-back-to-back.

Isis cries out as she comes all over his fingers, her juices running down his hand. She doesn't have any time to process her orgasm as he descends on her again. He captures her mouth in a bruising kiss and the jangle of his belt hits her ears.

Kaiba gets his belt off and places it on the bed. He pulls his pants down and frees his hard cock. He grabs one of her knees and pushes it forward, while his other hand feeds his erection into her wet core.

Isis moans as he fills her up, stretches her out, with nothing between them. He grabs her wrists and pins her arms down to the bed. He wastes no time slapping his hips down into her. He's taking her hard and being incredibly rough. She tries to move her arms, and they're firmly held in place.

"Fight against me again and see what happens," Kaiba growls. He pauses for a second, maneuvering both her wrists to be held by one of his hands, before he resumes drilling her into the mattress. "You're my property Isis. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, when I want."

Isis whimpers as tears bead up in the corners of her eyes. Her vision glazes over, her mouth hanging open.

Kaiba shoves two fingers into her mouth, pressing them into her tongue. "Say it."

"I-I'm your-ugnh-I'm-mmm-I'm your property," Isis garbles around his fingers.

"I fucking own you," Kaiba hisses as he leans down close to her face. He slows his thrusts and removes his fingers from her mouth. He grabs the belt and let's go of her arms. He methodically wraps the belt around her neck, slipping the leather through the buckle.

Isis moans long and high, as she feels the leather press assertively into her neck, not yet choking her.

"You're. So. Fucked. In. The. Head." Kaiba accentuates each word with a hard thrust, the squelching loud and lewd. He continues his hard thrusting, his balls slapping into her ass.

Isis grabs on to him for dear life, feeling like she's slipping off a proverbial cliff. Her heart is hammering in her chest as she watches him reach for the tail end of the belt. The first pull has her throwing her head back, eyes rolling back as she keens. Inhaling felt like her lungs were being crushed before a sudden whoosh of oxygen floods her open mouth. Drool runs down the side of her mouth and she feels like she's floating.

Kaiba's eyes were nearly black with desire and power. He yanks on the belt again, watching her sputter, eyes and mouth wide, as her body bounced against the bed. He let go again. "I could kill you like this if I wanted to."

Isis makes a wet warbling noise at how dark his tone is. She desperately reaches forward, digging her nails into his still clothed back.

"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" Kaiba was breathing hard, but not just for the force of his strokes.

Isis nods pitifully, "I would – you do." Her voice sounds so far away in her head.

Kaiba stops all actions and gives her a light smack. "Open your eyes."

Isis obediently listens giving him a glassy distant stare.

"Open your mouth."

Isis' jaw falls open, her tongue almost flopping out of her mouth.

"You're mine." Kaiba spits into her mouth and covers her lips with his hand. He returns to punching his cock hard and deep inside her, before pulling the belt as hard as possible.

Isis' eyes roll back in her head as she chokes on a shriek behind Kaiba's hand, coming hard and messy. She splashes between them, her whole body violently shaking as tears ran down her temples. She felt the belt loosen and Kaiba move his hand, air rushing into her lungs as she silently screams.

Kaiba bites his bottom lip until he tastes copper, closing his eyes as he came shortly after, roaring his release as he fills Isis up with his sticky hot come. He pushes his hips as far as he could, wanting his seed as deep in her as possible.

Isis has her eyes closed and she's rattling like a leaf as Kaiba removes the belt from around her neck. "Please…" She croaks, voice raspy from the belt. "N-not yet…stay inside…"

Kaiba cradles her face in his hand, brushing the wetness from her cheeks. "I'm not moving." He leaves his softening cock deep inside of her and buries his face into the crook of her neck.

Isis peppers soft kisses against the side of Kaiba's face, holding onto him tight.

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