Hearts Intertwined By Fire

Nyarth has been bad so Musashi punishes him for it.

He wasn't sure how this started but now he was in the middle of it. But at the moment, he had absolutely no idea what was happening. And he was scared, to be honest.

The area was dark, except for the glow of the moon overhead, peeking through the trees. But he was not in a simple position. His paws were tied tightly behind his back, and fear was beginning to overtake him until a sharp pain hit his back, making a soft whimper escape his throat. It wasn't a hard pain, but it was a pain nonetheless.

Then she appeared in his line of vision, a shiver of fear and anticipation creeping up his spine as he noticed the long whip clutched in her hand. He had felt the amount of pain that could cause from being the curious guy he was, but now, he was scared. He wouldn't be in this state if he wasn't in any sort of trouble.

Once more, the whip hit him, this time on the back of his head, making him bite his tongue to prevent the whimper from escaping his throat. He shivered as it touched his fur again, this time trailing alongside the side of his face, moving his slightly drooped whiskers with it. With a sharp movement, it was yanked from his face, making him cringe. The next time it touched him, it hung underneath his chin, guiding him to look up to what he thought would be the flaming and angry eyes of his lover.

Instead, he found a gentle and loving glow in her narrowed blue eyes. The look seemingly froze him to the spot, making him unable to react until he felt the sharp pain of the whip connecting to his back once again. He let a soft whimper escape his throat in the sudden pain, yet he did not let it control him. He just wouldn't allow that.

"You've been bad, Nyarth" she said as she crouched down to his level, the whip gently trailing down his back as she tried to calm him.

He stared at her, unsure of what to say or do, which wasn't much, seeing as though he was in this state.

"And I know you know why" she stated as the whip trailed down his arm, which went over the scars in which he had once cut himself and had since stopped. A shiver crept throughout his body as he realized where this was going. They had roleplayed before, he shouldn't be scared. He wasn't scared anymore, instead excited and trusting.

"You do know why, right?" she seductively asked, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

"Y-Yes. I do know" he breathed out, never breaking their locked gazes even once.

A small smirk crept onto her face as she reached her spare hand out to gently trail her fingers against his scars, the ones in which he had given himself. He had stopped but that didn't mean that it didn't make him bad. The shiver that shook his whole body only left her with more drive to continue, hoping that he had picked up that her 'punishment' was actually not real. The look he gave her told her that he knew and wanted this to happen.

Carefully, she placed the whip down to the ground next to him as she leaned forward, reaching her hands to behind him as she untied his roped paws together. Gently, she took his smaller paws into her hands and brought them into his line of vision. One could imply that she had complete control of him but that wasn't it. Not having him tied up signified that they both had equal control over each other.

And that was the way the both of them liked it.