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“Stop lying to me!” Wednesday demanded as she grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her properly.
His eyes widened as realisation hit. Wednesday was hurt. Not physically, but emotionally, which is definitely worse . Her face was full of anger but her eyes- her eyes spoke of betrayal. Hurt feelings. Sorrow. Trust broken... and hellish fury. A woman scorned if ever there was one.
Tyler’s own eyes responded in kind with more honesty. Allowing himself to finally stop acting and to just start re acting. Wednesday could see shock and understanding which rapidly turned into regret and sorrow. Soon followed by pure frustration.
“I can’t.” He finally broke the silence. He said it so simply, as if he was saying he couldn’t do a backflip or walk on water.
“Can’t What?”
“Stop lying.”
“Why?”
“You’re smart Wednesday. Figure it out.” All the fight vanishing and leaving him looking tired and resigned.
She paused for only a moment before it hit her.
“She’s commanded you to never tell anyone.” He nodded, and her eyes sharpened. “But you can confirm things? So I can guess?”
He paused, hope starting to flicker in his gaze, nodding once again. “We can try.”
“Was Kinbott your master?” He shook his head. She frowned. She had been so sure -Then again, she had also been sure the monster was Xavier… So if not Kinbott then who? It had to be a middle aged, Normie woman. Someone close by who would know about Hyde’s and how to control them. If not with hypnosis then perhaps chemical- “Thornhill.”
Tyler had watched as she began pondering who his master could be. He had faith she’d figure it out. In the meantime he was enjoying how her thumbs had absentmindedly started to rub circles on his head as he basked in the sheer relief that was still floating around his whole body. It had almost broken him, having Wednesday torture him for being a monster. He had hoped that, of all people, maybe she could have accepted him as he truly was.
That hope had shattered when she ran away after their kiss. It had been somewhat renewed at her invitation to meet again, even though he knew it was more than likely a trap. The last vestiges of his hope had been dying a slow, painful death as she’d zapped him and revealed the typically deadly level of voltage. But now he knew. After all, her eyes had spoken the truth.
She didn’t care that he was a monster. She wasn’t afraid . She was angry. Angry that she had been lied to. Humiliated that she’d fallen for it hook, line and sinker. Her pride was wounded and she was seeking revenge for her ego, not because he was a Hyde. But because he was The Hyde . The same Hyde who had tricked her and lied to her the whole time. Of course she’d be upset.
“Thornhill.” She said suddenly. His eyes snapped up to hers again. He nodded slowly, realising that they’d only just escaped her sight. He smirked a little as he realised that she’d probably suspected him all along but hadn’t wanted to believe it. Refusing to see him as a true suspect because of her own feelings... no wonder she was so pissed off with him.
She scowled as if she could read his thoughts on his face. But he didn’t miss the way her eyes had flickered to his lips. ‘Wedn-‘
“What will happen to you, after I kill her?” She cut him off bluntly. His renewed hope that had already been burning steadily for a little while now suddenly ignited, as if gasoline had been poured into it, exploding and enlarging to the size of a supanova. He surged forward, using what little movement he had to jolt her on his lap, in order to bridge the small gap between them so he could kiss her. He had to show her how much he wanted her. All of her.
She responded in kind. Surprised but willing as he kissed her passionately. Desperately.
“What will happen to you?” She repeats, pulling back just enough to speak.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Want you.” He rushed out, squirming to try and get closer to her again.
She had just given into the urge to connect their mouths again when the door was slammed open. Banging loudly and causing them to jump, but still very much annoyed by the interruption.
“What the hell is going on in here?!” His dads voice echoed into the room, full of annoyance and sheer disbelief.
“Dad!”
“Sheriff.”
“Addams.” His father scowled at Wednesday before turning to him, “Tyler, you alright? We were told she was torturing you in here.”
“I would hardly consider some chains and a few minor shocks as torture.” Wednesday deadpanned, making herself comfortable in his lap, refusing to show shame or to be cowed by the sheriff and his lackeys.
“Dad, it’s fine. I have a safe word and everything.” Tyler reassured, lying as smoothly as ever.
“Oh for- TMI Tyler.”
“You’re the one accusing her of torturing me against my will!”
“ Enough . Let’s just go. And just so you know, I don’t ever want to know. You text me when you’re home safe and leave it at that. We never speak of this again.”
“Deal. Thanks dad.”
They’re soon left alone once more. Both a little stunned and somewhat humoured by the turn of events.
“What is your safe word?” Wednesday asked, breaking the amused silence.
“I’m surprised you even know what a safe word is.”
“I’m unfortunately well versed in the art of BDSM. My parents are firm believers in the importance of sex education. The more you know, the better prepared you can be, apparently.” She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have minded it so much if they would have just given me some books to study, but instead they decided to show me their private collection of toys and other promiscuous paraphernalia; explaining in detail their various functions and many uses.” Her face contorted with disgust.
“Yikes. Most parents these days just take off the parental controls on the internet.” Tyler jokes. She raised a skeptical brow in response. “Right- Not a slave to technology.”
“You avoided the question.”
“Um… apples?” Okay, so he panicked, but it was the first thing that popped into his head!
She rolled her eyes again. “If you’d like, we could use the colour system.” She suggested coyly.
“Colour system?” He prompted curiously.
She began to bluntly explain the traffic light colours and their somewhat obvious corresponding meanings in BDSM terms and how to apply them. Explaining the importance and responsibilities of whoever is ‘domming’ to check in at regular intervals and to make sure the ‘sub’ feels comfortable and safe enough to call out their colours as needed.
He blushed deeply throughout the whole impromptu lecture but listened avidly to her every word. Soaking it all in and finding himself getting oddly excited at just the idea of explicit consent whilst still testing boundaries… although, maybe it wasn’t that odd considering his own recent experiences…
It also helped that the implication behind her taking the time to explain it to him was pretty clear. She was not only open to this kind of foreplay and particular carnal activities, but she was open to potentially practicing them with him .
Has the world always looked so bright and beautiful? Or could it just be the gorgeous specimen sat in his lap, looking for all the world as if she belonged there.
Oh the things he would do to her when he finally got out of these chains…