starving [hailee steinfeld one-shots]

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [K.Bishop]

"Kneel."

Your breath catches in your throat as she complies immediately with your command. A part of you had been expecting her to do it and yet it stuns you all the same.

You've never seen your girlfriend like this. Not only is this the most submissive you've ever seen her, but it's also the most relaxed you've seen her since her destructive cycle started up again.

For the first time in weeks, the weight she carries on her shoulders every day disappears. There's no shame, no regret, no pain in her eyes. Nothing but pure adoration and submission.

"Please," she whispers. "I need you."

Her words should be arousing, and in a weird way they are, but you can't stop the waves of concern from crashing into you. You can tell she really does need this. Needs to let go of herself and have someone else take the wheel for once. But you're not sure if that person should be you considering the way you've been treating her since she walked through the door.

You open your mouth to tell her that much but she's quicker than you are. Her hand reaches out for yours and she holds your wrist tightly before bringing it closer to her mouth. You watch with wide eyes, barely able to breathe, as she slowly takes two of your fingers into her eager mouth.

The warm wetness that surrounds your digits is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. The vulnerability turns into intimacy right in front of your eyes and, even though you're nervous as hell about messing this all up for her, you let the moment envelop you until everything else fades away.

You know, deep down, you need this just as much as she does.

When you finally speak again, it's in a tone you've never used before, not with Kate, not with anyone but you seem to hit the nail right on the head considering the reaction you get out of your girlfriend. "Good girl. Is this what you need? To have your pretty mouth filled up and used?"

She whines in response, the sound coming out muffled yet desperate. It's the closest she can get to confirming your suspicions in this state.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of all the things you could do to her. Kate's always been strong. Resilient in all aspects of her life, and it really would be so easy to push her to her breaking point. But you don't want to do that. Not tonight. Not when you can see how much she needs to be both comforted and dominated.

You are a little upset with her still though so you decide to meet her halfway.

"Strip."

You remove your fingers from her mouth once the command is out in the air, ignoring the whimper she lets out at the loss. You pretend to ignore the telltale sound of fabric rustling as she removes her clothes while you walk to the bedside table and take out a familiar wand vibrator.

Your steps are slow and deliberate once you decide to make your way back to her. It's impossible for your eyes not to trail down her contradiction of a body. She's full of toned muscles from years of archery and martial arts training and yet there's an air of softness to her skin.

An air of warmth that seems to radiate from her even now. Even as bruises litter her torso and cuts nip at her soft thighs.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby."

She shakes her head although a small pink hue spreads along her face. "Not baby."

"No?" You ask as you come to a stop in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at you. "Then what are you?"

A beat of silence passes and you almost expect her to keep her desires to herself...until a single whisper falls from her inviting lips. The sound is so quiet you almost wonder if you imagined it.