Hey everyone, I need to seriously apologize for the lateness of this. I was in the hospital recently (Don't freak out, it was only for a few days, I'm fine) and that I've been working on a lot of school work. I've decided to stop asking for people to give me big, somewhat detailed reviews…because few of you listen. But this is what I ask instead…If you're not going to give a nice review to my smut…please, read my fic Chasing Cars, and review that. I just write smut when I get the urge, but Chasing Cars is a fic I poured my heart into. Please, take the time to read that and review it once you're done with this. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks so much!

We stare at each other. We're both crouched on the like some kind of kid poking a corpse. Matt's smiling. I'm stunned.

He's a fuckin' dominatrix.

So…This is his job. I always wondered where he went from five to eleven every night. I knew he went to work. I guess this is why he never said. Strange. I go to the same fetish club he works at.

I smile at him. We both start laughing.

"Is this some sort of cry for attention?" I ask, sitting up slightly, kissing him on the cheek, despite the handcuffs still binding my wrists.

Matt yanks away from me, wiping his cheek on his shoulder. That's the first time he's rejected me.

"Not at all." He says, standing up, smirking at me. I think we've decided not to ask too many questions. "I'm a guy. It's only natural for me to want to feel dominant, isn't it?"

I laugh and squirm, trying to stand up. "That explains you, but not me." Matt looks down at me. He does have a pretty obvious hard on. I seriously wish I could blow him right about now.

Fucking code. Mother fucking code.

"Explain later." Matt says, turning from me. He's wearing flesh tight leather pants…with several vinyl straps hanging from it. I wish my face could fall into my hands. "This could be more fun for both of us."

"Are you wearing my pants?" I ask, shifting so I'm sitting on my knees. I begin to debate if his hard on was always there, or if after realizing it was me, it grew stiff. Matt glances back at me.

He's still wearing goggles. They're cyber goth goggles though. One side is neon blue with a black x going across it, the other is the BDSM pride flag. I want to wear those sometime. "Heh." He smirks. "They are." I had been wondering where those pants went.

"Why's it going to be more fun?" I ask, trying to look as desperate as possible. I was pretty desperate though.

I'm about to bend down to my crotch and rip my pants off with my teeth. Fuck him being dominant. I want my cock inside him.

"Because I can punish you." He says, having gone across the room, returning with some incredibly familiar objects. They're ours. Our riding crop. Our gag. Our beads. Our blindfold. They're all ours. I wonder if he brings them with him every day, or if he leaves them here for a while.

"For what, Matt?" I ask. Matt raises a foot and kicks me down to the ground with the toe of his boot…They're also mine.

"We're still on the clock, you whore." He hisses. "You will not call me by my name. You will call me 'Master', understand?" I nod, and Matt crouches down to me. "Besides…You're being punished for coming here to be dominated." He whispers this into my ear, sending warm, but chilling vibrations along my spin. "All you have to do at home, Mel." He runs one of his gloved hands—for once, the gloves aren't mine—along my back. "I'd gladly fuck the shit out of you at home."

I laughed. "And I'd gladly let you." It seems we have some relationship problems. I almost want to say his name again.

"We're going to have a talk when I get home tonight, Mello." He whispers again. His breath is so…there's no word for it. Arousal is too formal. Kinky is too inappropriate. Erotic is too dirty. It's just…It's something worthy of a good jacking off to.

Matt's hands wrap around, cupping between my legs. I moan. He squeezes me. "That's right, Mello." Matt whispers into my ear. Oh god, not again.

"We're still on the clock, Matt…" I whimper as he squeezes me again. He releases me suddenly and throws me down on to my back, and stands up.

"I told you, Mel." He growls, slapping the riding crop into his hands. "You call me Master understand?" Matt raises a foot, and firmly places it between my legs. Oh god yes…

I smirk up at him. "Then don't call me by name, Master." I tease. "Call me a useless piece of shit." Matt smiles at me, slapping the riding crop in his hands again.

"That can be arranged." He chuckles, a glint of malice flickering in his eyes. He crouches down to my level. I begin to moan out, his foot is pressing roughly against me.

"M-master…" I moan, tilting my head to the side.

"Much better." He sneers, his expression dark and sinister, as he removes his foot from my crotch. "Fuckin' waste of space." He says, standing up, and examining me. His foot taps the side of my head, turning it the other way, taking a look at my body, as well as the horrific scar on my face. "You're fuckin' trash. Why the fuck're you here?" He bends over, raising his leg, stamping down on my chest.

I say nothing, aside from the gasp of air rushing from my lungs.

Matt becomes a magician. The crop vanishes and becomes replaced with a whip from behind him. He must keep it attached to him all the time. His body lowers again, this time…He grasps a hold of me by the shoulders, bringing me up, carrying me to my feet. I stumble at his roughness.

Before I know it, Matt has spun me around and slammed me into the black, cement brick walls of the room. My back becomes exposed to him.

I know exactly what's coming.

Oh how I embrace it.

Yes Master…

Whip me.

Make me pay for my insolence.

Yes Master…yes…

Matt's hands twist around the handle.

His arm raises high into the air.

And leather lashes against my back in flesh splitting forces.

I throw my head back, my mouth opens wide and I release an inhuman scream.

"Y-yes! YES MASTER!" I scream, my fingers dancing with one another so incredibly desperate for something to latch on to. Yes Master…Oh god, yes.

"And I was being gentle." Matt says, coming behind me with his fingers twisted in my hair as to yank my head back to look at him. His other hand slides along the friction burn he has left me. He was being gentle. My flesh hasn't been torn in the slightest.

His breath is so warm against the flesh of my ear. I can feel the condensation from his moist carbon dioxide he has released, beginning to build on my flesh. Matt's tongue slides along the edge of my ear. I can feel each bump of his tastes buds fleck against me.

It's been a while since I've felt my pants this tight.

I whimper softly as his fingers run along the lines of assault decorating my back. His hands are so light…but so…forceful.

"Say it." Matt hisses into my ear. "Say what you want from me, you worthless little shit." His mouth opens wide, and with an immeasurable PSI, he slams his jaw down on the curve of my ear. I cringe, hissing slightly from the pain, as I almost scream at his intensity.

"A-Anything…" I gasp, my eyes closing roughly, miniscule tears of pain forming at their creased corners. "A-anything you will give me, Master." Matt laughs. He's found humor in my weak desperation.

Oh god…

Matt's laugh is deep, but soft, all situated deep in his throat.

I can feel him smirking down at me like some crippled animal.

Matt…M-master…

He throws his head, his crimson hair spreading out against his neck.

He comes directly up behind me.

Don't laugh like that Matt…N-no…Master.

His hand slams between my legs from behind, cupping me roughly.

Y-you turn me on too much.

His nails dig into me through the leather.

My head tilts back, I scream out. My hands ball into fists.

"Y-yes, Master!" I scream, the small tears in my ears rolling down my face to land on the blackened concrete below.

"I can't fucking hear you!" Matt roars in my ears with a deafening volume, as his hands squeeze roughly around me. Oh god…I can't tell if it's painful...

"YES, MASTER!" I scream again, this time, loud enough to silence any other clients within this building.

"I kinda like seein' you like this, Mel." Matt growls into my ear as his body presses up against mine. I can feel the cool sting of his chest against my back. I gasp softly as the feel of his body along mine. I'm not used to the feeling of his crotch being aligned with my ass. "I kinda wanna fuck you, right now." He releases that throaty, kinky laugh into my ear again.

"P-please…" I find myself begging, my fists clenching even tighter. Anymore, my nails would be piecing the flesh of my palms. "Ch-christ Matt…fu-fuck me…"

Matt's body pulls away from mine. I whimper in protest.

But my whimper turns into a shriek of pain.

He's not afraid to be rough with me.

In the time I had begun to plead…Matt had yanked away from me. His arm with the whip rose high into the air. And he had slammed the leather against my back with little to no mercy.

This time, he has torn the flesh.

I feel the blood begin to ooze and trickle down my back. Some of it slides into my pants, some over the leather and down my leg.

I begin to hyperventilate. Something in my mind registers that the wounds are bigger than they actually are.

But Matt…being the sadist I never knew he was, couches behind me, and presses his tongue against a small, open wound. Just this one wound.

Enough to gush blood. But not enough to be threatening.

I moan out. Somehow Matt hasn't hit my wrists which were bound just millimeters about the slice the whip produced.

It's exceedingly small, perhaps an inch at the largest. I can't tell, I can't look at my back.

But it's directly over my pant line. And Matt is just centimeters away from giving me a rim job as he licks away at my wound.

"M-master…" I gasp, knowing it to be a mistake to call him Matt again. I can't say it to him. He'll hurt me.

I kind of want him to.

"What's wrong?" he asks, removing his mouth from my gash. "Where'd your balls go? Where'd your cockiness to call me by my name go?" He laughs, standing upright and pressing his body against my back once more. Matt presses his tongue against my earlobe again.

"Y-you whipped me, Master…" I whimper. I can feel a small part of me beginning to break. Yes…that's what I came here for. I wanted to be abused.

"Heh." Matt chuckles. "I didn't whip you for that." His hand slams between my legs again, cupping me roughly. I wince, and cry out softly. "It's that you asked me to fuck you." He made a slight 'tsk tsk' sound. "You know we're not allowed to fuck—"

I begin to whine in protest.

"—But."

My eyes light up.

"Seeing as how I fuck you as is…" Matt lets out that laugh again. Christ, Matt…stop… "If anyone catches us…"

"Oh god, please, Master…" I shout suddenly. "Just fuck me! Who the fuck cares if anyone walks in—"

"I like your thinking." Matt chuckles.

He grabs me by the chain holding my wrists together and yanks me at him, away from the wall. He makes quick work of me, tossing his code of a dominatrix aside, and unlatches the handcuffs with a convenient quick release lock.

Matt grows violent, and the moment my hands are free, he throws me to the ground in front of one of the many poles in the room. I smile up at him like the sadist I am, only to receive a mirror image of my smile returned my way. His foot lands between my legs, and crouches down, sending a wave of pleasure through me as the pressure surges through my erection. Once he's at an appropriate level, he grabs both of my arms, hoisting them up over my head. My red-haired lover/dominatrix reveals my handcuffs to me once more, and latches one around my wrist. The chain becomes looped around the pole and then the action is repeated around my other wrist.

And this was when…

Matt and I broke the code of being a dominatrix.

He smirked at me and leaned down so we were eye level.

"Say it." He says with a hint of masochism.

"Say what?" I ask cockily in response.

Matt raises a hand and strikes me across the face. "You know damn well what." He sneers. I smirk.

I yank on the chains, and strain my arms, allowing my body to move into an arc. I close my eyes, and stretch out in a disdained position. And with ever fiber of anguish within me…I moan and say:

"Yes, Master…please…do with me what you will!"