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Bo paced back and forth in the living room, his shoes slamming on the hardwood floor with each exasperated step he took. His body shook with anger, god, he was so angry, but alongside that, he felt heartbroken.
He trusted you. He left you alone because he fucking trusted you. Was it all a lie? He thought he was making progress but maybe it was all in his head. He felt like a fucking idiot.
He heard you shout for him from the bedroom, a fresh wave of anger and longing hitting him in the chest at the distressed sound. He stopped his pacing for a second, running a hand through his hair before rubbing his face in stress. Then he heard it again, calling out his first name with fear like when he first took you. But now he felt so betrayed, so crushed, he had no plans of taking off your restraints as he marched up the stairs and threw open the door.
“What do you want?” He spits venomously, moving to hover over your tied-down body. You were still in the clothes you attempted to escape in, dirt covering your pants and your sneakers caked in mud.
“I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again-“ You began, but Bo refused to hear it as he held his palm up.
“If this is what you brought me up here for, you can fucking save it.” He said angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you want?” He repeated with malice, plucking a twig from your hair and taking a few strands of hair with it as you whimpered.
“My foot, will you take my shoe off?” You asked quietly, realizing the gravity of your situation as you recoiled into the bed.
He didn’t speak as he untied the dirty sneaker, being surprisingly careful as he removed it from your foot. Taking off your sock as well, he could see the swelling starting to take over your ankle.
Scowling, he lightly brushed his fingers over the wounded area earning a hiss from you.
“That hurts.” You whined, pulling your foot away from his examining hands. With a glare, he tugged your foot back to its prior spot earning another hiss.
“You hurt me every day.” He seethed, taking one last glance at your ankle before walking towards your upper half again. “Jesus Christ,” he shook his head examining a deep scratch on your forehead.
“You really fucked yourself up.” He points out, eyeing the dried blood on your cheek. You kept quiet to prevent angering him further, turning your head away from his deathly glare.
“Just to get away from me, huh? Am I that bad? Is being taken care of and fucking adored that fucking bad?” His voice rose with each bitter question, reaching to grip your chin and whip it back to his direction.
“Y-you’re isolating me, y-you broke into my apartment, you lied to me!“ You protested with fear and he released your face with a cocked eyebrow.
“Were you eavesdropping?” He asked with a scowl, glaring down at you even though he knew the answer.
“You broke into my apartment! You kidnapped me!” You repeated the fact he obviously wanted to dismiss. He winced at the word but then only laughed at your rebuttal, running a hand through his hair before continuing to cackle as he hovered above you.
“Because I’m “fucking crazy’ baby, you said it yourself didn’t you?” He recalled with rage, how you yelled for another man to make him let you go. He wouldn’t have it. He would make sure this would never happen again.
“And I’ll do anything to take care of you, be around you, love you. Even if you’re too much of an ungrateful fucking brat to appreciate it,” he rambled angrily, moving to the end of the bed and pulling the lace on your remaining shoe and slipping it off. “I’ve put my entire life on hold to do so, spent so much goddamn money to keep you here with me, and honey, I’d do it a million times over again but you’re just not very appreciative, are you?“
You whimpered and tried to hide your face in the pillow as he wrestled with your restraints, untying your wrists before firmly clutching them in his large palms. Your mind immediately went to the worst as you flinched away from him with him pulling you towards him with his firm grip.
“What are you gonna-“ you begin to ask, his piercing blue eyes glaring into yours making you reconsider your question.
“Do not make me angrier than I already am, do you understand me?” He asked, holding your wrists in each of his large hands. You nodded quickly, your breath beginning to speed up through your nose.
Not saying another word, he scooped you up off the bed taking you into the bathroom before gently seating you on the closed toilet seat. He started the bath before he roughly pulled your shirt over your head removing your bra as well before helping you to your good foot. You let him undress you, thankful for the chance to wash the dirt off you and relax your sore muscles.
As he lifted you, your arms went around his neck, your naked body clinging to his fully clothed one as you tried to keep your balance with your good foot. His hands were firm as he held your waist, sliding your pants and panties down your legs as he kept your nude body supported.
Keeping pressure off your ankle he helped you into the bath, letting the warm water fill around you and harshly ordering you not to move. He knew he was being mean, seeing a few tears rush down your cheeks as he left the room almost made him snap out of it, but the scare from nearly losing you clouded his judgment.
He quickly made his way downstairs and grabbed a bottle of water and a few pills he had gotten after he hurt his back. When he returned, he was pleased to see you still in the tub but growing more and more distressed with your tearful eyes.
“You don’t get to cry, you hurt me.” He pointed out bitterly, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it with soap. You reached out to grab it from it but instead he grabbed your arm, running the towel over the dirtied, scratched skin.
“Do you know how scared I was? You could’ve died out there, how would I have known where to find you? What if you wouldn’t have been able to walk after hurting your ankle?” He rambled to himself as he scrubbed over your other arm.
“You’re lucky this is all that happened.” He continued his rant, grabbing your ankle roughly and pulling it out of the water as a few more tears escaped your eyes.
“What the fuck are you crying about? Do you want me to give you something to cry about?” He demanded, internally cringing at the way he sounded like his father right now right down to the temper.
“I’m sorry! My ankle just hurts so bad and I- I am sorry, Bo!“ you tried to tell him, pulling back your foot and surprisingly he let you place it back in the water.
“Here,” he grumbled, grabbing the pill and bottle of water and putting the tablet to your lips. You instantly whipped your head away, skeptical of taking the unknown medicine especially in his livid state.
“Take it. It will make your ankle feel better,” he persisted a bit softer but still firm. You hesitantly opened your lips, taking it from his hand and the water bottle as well before swallowing the pill.
He let out a sigh before moving to your torso, running the washcloth over your breasts. He didn’t linger with his movements but the small grazing of the cloth over your nipples was enough to make you shudder. He didn’t comment on it, even though you were sure he felt it.
When he finished scrubbing your body and began to wash your hair you could feel the painkiller begin to take hold, the pain melting away from your ankle and a more calm feeling taking over. You couldn’t help but lean into Bo’s hands as he gently rinsed the conditioner from your hair with the showerhead, the tears subsiding with his gentle touch. You could almost fall asleep, the exhaustion taking hold from the taxing day you had endured.
Finally, Bo wrung the last bit of water from your hair, his hands making their way under your arms, lifting you from the water and drenching his shirt in the process as he wrapped a towel around you.
Grabbing another towel and a comb, he silently led you back to the bed, seating you between his legs with your back against his chest. He gently towel-dried the hair before running the comb through the wet locks.
The comb scratched your scalp as Bo ran it down, his fingers light as he moved the wet strands from your face. You felt his eyes on you, watching you as you leaned your head back into the comb.
“You’re so beautiful” He points out, with a certain edge to his voice that indicated that was far from the end of his sentence.
“I think about you all the time, our future together, our wedding. You’re going to make the most gorgeous bride, honey. I know I’m not going to be able to wait, gonna have to disappear with you after the ceremony, bend you over and pull up that little white dress.”
His words sent a tingling sensation between your legs, even with the underlying insanity pouring through his suggestive words.
“I could direct one of your writings, we could work together, wouldn’t that be so lovely? I would have to make sure everyone knew you’re mine, of course, can’t have them stepping out of line and I know they will. You’re too sweet, too cute.” He continued his rant while combing through your hair, the combination making you dizzy.
“Drag you off to fuck you everyday, get started on making our family, that would let everyone know you’re mine, huh sweetheart? Letting them hear your screams coming from my trailer while I fuck a baby into you? Your tummy growing bigger everyday with my babies?”
He left the thought hovering in the air as you sat still, the comb leaving your hair and not returning as you waited.
“But you’d rather be a fucking ungrateful brat, huh?” He says from behind you and before you have a chance to process what he had said, his fingers wrapped around your hair forming a ponytail in his tight fist and yanking your head back to look at him. A small whine escaped your lips with his harsh pull, a few tears escaping as he wrapped a hand around your throat from behind. To your surprise, he only rested his hand there, barely applying pressure as he kept your bent neck supported to stare down at you.
You were nervous. You had never seen Bo this angry and he was never this rough with you. But a part of you still wanted him deep down and when he had you like this, despite how furious he was, you could hardly fight to keep the look of lust from your face.
“What?” He asks condescendingly, bringing his hand from your throat to push your cheeks together. “You gonna ask me to kiss you, again? Make me think you actually love me a fraction as much as I love you?“ he asked bitterly, his fingers rough as they dug into your face.
A part of you wanted to explain that it wasn’t all an act. You did want him, you couldn’t deny that. But the act of explaining that, while his eyes were trained on you with such betrayal, felt impossible. It wasn’t like he gave you much time for explaining anyways as he continued his rant, his lips tracing over your ear and neck.
“Are you just a slut? Is that it?” He questioned, hovering over your ear with his warm breath. That, combined with his degrading words and demanding tone left a small moan falling through your lips. One that Bo was sure to point out this time.
“Listen to you,” he cooed, running his hand down your towel-clad body and between your bare legs. “Should’ve known, you don’t want anything to do with me unless I’m touching you.” He accused with a humorless laugh, lightly moving the towel and tracing his fingertips across your inner thigh, your breath already beginning to speed up with his teasing actions.
“Bo, I just- you-“ you tried to explain yourself, but he was far past listening as he interrupted you by running his fingers up your folds, ghosting his fingertips over your clit. His fingers were barely touching and you fought the urge to raise your hips to meet his feather-light touch. It just wasn’t enough.
“Don’t speak or I’m not going to touch you,” He growled, giving your hair a firm tug as he finally closed the distance between his fingers with a slight slap. You bit your lip, keeping quiet to keep the firm but delightful feeling of his fingers collecting your wetness and running up and down your clit.
“So wet honey,” he mused with a smirk, rubbing small circles into your clit. “Why is it that your body knows it belongs to me but you don’t?”
A part of you wanted to tell him that you didn’t belong to him but as his words rang over and over again in your head, you realized it wasn’t something you wanted to deny. In fact, it was something you kind of liked the sound of.
Keeping up the firm grip on your hair he continued to play with you, your thighs beginning to tremble as he moved his fingers quicker, harder. It was almost painful but undoubtedly pleasurable, the growing pressure in your lower tummy confirming that. But as soon as you felt your body tighten, Bo pulled his hand away, leaving you clenching around nothing in frustration. You let out a small whine before you could stop it, as he abruptly moved from his spot behind you, pushing your face into the bed before you could react.
“You didn’t think you were gonna cum that easily did you, honey?” He asks with a flat laugh. His quick movements had already left you disoriented and before you had a chance to process his words, he delivered a sharp slap to your ass.
“Ow fuck!“ You hiss, the pain only slightly dulled from the painkiller from before.
“Did you?” He asks again, with another harsh slap to your other cheek. “After you ran from me? Lied to me? Hurt me?”
“I’m sorry!” You cried out again, knowing the word wouldn’t make much of a difference but it seemed to be the only thing you could say as he continued to deliver harsh slaps to your ass.
“Oh, you will be.” He laughs bitterly, smacking you one last time before you heard him rustle beside you, sparking your attention as you whipped your head over, his pants already on the floor and his shirt joining it in a heap. You kept your eyes on him as he roughly pulled you to a sitting position, the cold comforter under the burning skin on your ass making you whine as he pulled your legs over the bed.
“About time you take care of me, don’t you think sweetpea? Make me feel good?” He asked rhetorically, patting your cheek a little too roughly as he stood tall in front of you, bringing his thumb to your lip. “Open.”
You were quick to do as he said, not wanting to anger him further and not totally against the task at hand. Wrapping your lips and suckling around the head, you looked up at him sympathetically through your eyelashes. But he was far past giving in to your puppy dog eyes, you realized, as he brought his hand to the back of your head roughly pushing it forward.
“Relax your throat pumpkin or it’s gonna hurt,” he sang mockingly, grabbing your hair and pulling you almost nose level with his tummy.
You winced and dug your nails into his thighs, trying to do the best job you could with his relentlessly fast movements. Feeling the slobber collect on your chin, you tried to pull back but Bo was quick to pull you forward again, propping his foot on the bed beside you to properly fuck your mouth. Even with his rough demeanor, you felt the aching between your legs, your thighs pressing together to get some kind of relief.
“It didn’t have to be like this baby,” he reminded you through gritted teeth, pushing and pulling your head in a steady rhythm.
“We could’ve had a nice night after I got home, would’ve had you sit on my face for being such a good girl and waiting for me.”
Your thighs ground together more harshly and more obviously as Bo pulled your head back by your hair, a string of drool falling from your lips and onto his hard length in front of your face.
“Greedy fucking slut, this isn’t about your pleasure, not this time.” He glared down at you, giving you a light push onto your back as he stood in front of you. He stood over you for a second, his hand roughly parting your legs, pulling your uninjured leg over his waist. Your hips roughly lifted off the bed to accommodate his height as he teased your entrance. Wasting no time, he shoved himself into you roughly, punching a gasp from your stomach at the suddenly full, stretched feeling. His grip on your waist was sure to leave bruises as he slowly pulled out, bucking his hips forward again with a painful but exhilarating thrust.
“Could almost forget how pissed I am at you, fuck, you feel so good.” Bo hissed shakily, picking up a slow but rough rhythm on top of you. “But I’m not going to, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never even think of leaving me again.”
Just as you felt that same knot building from before with that filthy promise and his cock hitting all the perfect angles inside of you- he confirmed your growing worry.
“And you’re not going to cum, are you? You know you don’t fucking deserve it.” He hissed, releasing a moan and keeping his pace slow and punishingly hard.
“Plea-please Bo,” you whined, shakily placing your hands on his forearms for support as he pounded into you, unable to keep the slow pace for too long. Batting your hand away and grabbing your neck, he applied way more pressure than the last time, effectively silencing your pleas.
“You did this to yourself, honey,” he said condescendingly, moving his other hand to the side of your head as he hovered close to your face, noses almost bumping with his unforgiving pace. “You don’t deserve to feel good, but I do, after what you put me through? You bet your ass I fucking do.”
Your eyes flutter close, trying to focus on not cumming and also trying to breathe with Bo’s large hand on your neck, fingertips pressing into the skin as he lightly squeezed. Just as you knew you were either going to cum or pass out, Bo slowed his thrusts, releasing your neck and lightly slapping your cheek.
“Open those pretty eyes sweetheart, we’re nowhere close to done.” He cooed, slapping a bit harder as you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. “Open them, now.”
Blinking rapidly, you opened them, trying to clear the blur from your vision as you focused on the man in front of you.
“So pretty,” he cooed, staring at you with admiration rather than the betrayal from before. His rapid change of demeanor left you even more disoriented as he crashed his lips into yours.
“So precious,” he mumbled between bruising kisses, brushing your hair from your flushed face. “So fucking mine.”
You felt yourself clench around him with his last sentence against your better judgment, earning a gasp from the man on top of you.
“Say it,” He demanded quickly, pressing his head against yours. You shook your head instantly, trying to preserve your last bits of pride but Bo was quick to shatter that as well.
“Say it!” He snarled, losing patience as he thrust roughly, hitting the perfect spot to make you forget your pride and embrace what you were about to say.
“I’m yours! I’m yours, please let me cum, please!” you begged, gripping his shoulders for support as he sped up his movements.
“Tell me you love me.”
You hesitated, unable to form the words but equally unable to process how you felt about them with the growing pressure and desperation.
“Tell me you fucking love me!” He yelled this time, his voice cracking this time as he delivered a particular harsh thrust.
“I love you! I love you, Bo! I love you, I love you, iloveyou.” You rambled over and over again desperate to feel the release as he kept up his toe-curling speed, harshly kissing you before mumbling permission against your lips. Your vision got spotty as you immediately complied, your nails digging into his shoulders as you finally reached your long-awaited high. His grunts and moans faded out for a second, returning to hear him shakily trying to catch his breath on top of you.
You stared at the ceiling as you caught your breath as well, too nervous to reach Bo’s gaze as he gently pulled out, shakily returning to his feet and making his way into the bathroom. You rose your head, apprehensive of his next move but the exhaustion was returning quickly, forcing your head back onto the bed. You listened to him rummaging through drawers in the next room, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier as you waited for him to return.
You were nearly asleep when he returned, his hands on your wounded ankle again, this time accompanied by a cloth bandage firmly wrapping around the tender spot. You let out an exhausted whine, your foot jerking away subconsciously at the painful pressure.
“Stay still,” he said in the softest tone he had used all night with you, securing the bandage around your foot and gently returning it over the bed. You were hoping he would let you sleep then, your body was sore and drained and the painkiller seemed to be adding to the sleepiness. But as always, Bo had other plans, his hands all over your body as he applied medication to your cuts, placing bandages over the particularly deep ones.
“Sit up for me, please.” He said in a soft but equally firm tone that despite your exhaustion made you raise your heavy head.
“You need to drink some water,” he ordered, handing the bottle to you as you hesitantly took it. His eyes didn’t leave you as you chugged the water, thirstier than you had thought, almost finishing the bottle.
Before you could finally crash into the pillow, Bo grabbed your shoulders, startling you slightly as he crouched down to be eye level with you. He only stared for a second, his eyes searching over every detail of your face with admiration.
“Tell me you love me.” He demanded again, his voice leaking desperation as he tried to keep his demeanor serious and unaffected.
“I love you,” the words came a bit easier to you this time as you stared up at him with tired eyes. He nodded slowly, seemingly processing the response as he stood straight grabbing the restraints from the bedside table.
“Bo, please, baby, please don’t tie me up.” You begged, throwing in the affectionate name for added points but Bo was stoic as he grabbed your wrists, locking them place on the headboard.
“I love you too sweetheart,” he ignored your previous words, gently adjusting the ties on your arms before caressing your face. “I know we’re going to be okay, this was just a little spat, we can make it through this. I love you so much.”
Pulling your naked body to his in a tight squeeze, you sleepily searched for words as he rested his head on your chest, his arms in a tight vice on your hips.
“God, I love you.”