You Never Said It

You’re on your knees between my legs. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at you with pity (and amusement, obviously). Your phone in my hand, and your wallet open on the bed next to me. Your wrists are bound in front of you with the belt I made you hand me when you walked in and I had you strip down to nothing. So weak. You always shrink down to the smallest version of yourself with me and I can't get enough of it.

You're completely naked and vulnerable for me, and it's making you blush so you refuse to look up from my feet. One of your cards is already in my other hand, and that's making you nervous. Good. My smart little toy knows better by now. “Look at me.” You do. Face flushed, eyes wide and glazed over with that adorable look of anticipation and fear.

I tap on your banking app and start another transfer. Only a few minutes in and I've already taken so much fun you. I want more. Five hundred this time. You see the number flash and your whole body jerks as if it physically hurts, but you're also leaking and I start laughing when I notice it. “Please. Fuck, that’s too much. I don’t have...” I keep ignoring you and start tapping again. Another four hundred straight into my account. Then two hundred more. The balance drops down in such cute little jumps while you watch and squirm. You know how much I love using you like this.

“Stop. Luna, please stop. That’s my rent. That’s almost everything I have left for this month.” I don’t stop. Why would I when we both love it? You ache for this just as much as I do. I tilt the phone so you have to watch every confirmation ping that comes through.

“You remember our rule. It's the most important one when I play with my toys. You can say the word and this ends. As soon as you say it, I'll stop. Until then I take what I want and use you however I please. I'm going to keep pushing you until you break unless you speak up."

You shake your head hard. Tears are actually falling now. You look so sweet when you cry like this for me. “I can’t. Please don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything else. I’ll stay on my knees all night. I'll sleep on my floor for a month Just leave the rest of it. Please. Fuck.”

Another transfer. A thousand this time because you know what your begging does to me. Your banking app finally asks for Face ID since I went even higher than before. I hold the phone in front of your face, and you squirm and try to turn away but that never works out for you, does it? I forecfully grab your chin and make you look directly at your phone. The scan goes through. More money gone.

You’re fully sobbing now, forehead pressed against my thigh as I stroke your head and laugh at what a mess you've become for me. You live for these moments where I consume you, even if your words tell me something different. We both love this game. “I said stop. I’m begging you. That’s all of my money. I’m going to be overdrawn. They’re going to bounce my rent payment. I'll have nothing left. Please don’t do this to me.”

Instead of feeling any ounce of remorse, I open the shopping tab on your phone's browser. New boots and a cute little bag I’ve been eyeing. I add both to the cart and check out with your debit card. The confirmation email lands in the shared inbox I made you set up for us. You see it and start sobbing so uncontrollably that I can barely understand what you're saying. “That’s not fair. I didn’t agree to this much. Please, I’m scared. Just give it back. I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be so good, just stop taking it. Fuck. Please stop. This is cruel." I set the phone down, card still in my hand, and look down at you.

“Safeword. Say it and this will all stop." You stare at me, mouth open and breathing hard in between sobs. For a second it looks like you might actually say it, but I still see the need in your eyes and the thought vanishes. Then you shake your head again, only much, much smaller this time. “No, I don’t want to stop. I just... please don’t take the rest. Leave me something. Anything, Luna. You can't take everything."

I pick your phone back up. "Then it sounds to me like we’re not done.”

I drain the last of your checking account, then switch to your credit card and start a cash advance to really make it sting. You watch the numbers climb and start begging over and over in a delicious broken loop. "Please, I’ll do anything, I’ll eat from the floor, I’ll stay locked for as long as you want. Just leave me enough to be able to eat this week. Please. Whatever you want, just not this." I've never seen you so small before. So tiny and weak that I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.

I don’t answer you. I just keep going until the available credit is gone, too. When the last confirmation hits, I drop the cards and your wallet on the floor in front of you. Empty. Everything you had is gone. You’re shaking. Still on your knees and face wet from those sweet tears streaming down.

I slide two fingers under your chin and make you look up into my eyes. “You never said the right word. You know you have a safeword and yet, you never used it. You had every chance to make it stop, and that never happened. I gave you EXACTLY what you wanted. Now have good manners and say thank you.”

You swallow back the remaining sobs. Nothing but a broken toy and yet you've never felt more like yourself than you do in this moment. Voice wrecked, body still shaking, but you're hard. So hard for me. And in the tiniest whisper you finally say it.

“…thank you.”