You never dreamed of a prince on a white horse who, according to the most clichΓ©d clichΓ©, would save you from the villain. On the contrary. You madly liked the bad guys who didn't care about the rules, who were free from everything.
Your relationship with Makarov always shocked those around you, no one could even think that someone could love a person like Makarov. In fact, you were a good couple: you both had a lot in common, even your fetishes complemented each other.
Vladimir did not immediately admit to you, but he had a weakness in the form of masochism. He likes pain, it excites him, making him feel lighter. You are not afraid of experiments, so you practice new techniques with Vladimir with great pleasure.
Tonight was not without experiments.
β More... I want more. - Makarov's whisper is full of desire; he almost breaks into a groan, but the man tries to restrain himself and be quiet.
His hands were tied with a tight knot to the headboard, his eyes were tied with a thick ribbon, and you were dripping melted wax from a burning red candle onto his torso with a mischievous smile. His body was almost completely covered in scars, still fresh bruises and marks from the ropes after practicing shibari. Vladimir's chest was sharply falling and rising when hot drops of red wax fell on his skin. Occasionally, painful groans slipped through his lips.
β Agh! Fuck! - Makarov arched when you "accidentally" dripped on his areola, burning him badly.
Do you like what you see? He is completely under your control, you can do whatever your heart desires, because he is waiting for your touches, your bites, craving pain.