Befoul X Krow Extra for Kuro Tamashi : After Escape The Sunshine State Part 3

Befoul X Krow Extra.

"For Kuro Tamashi, Thank you for using the Fanservice request forms and... taking me outside my comfort zone :P
Please continue to challenge me and let me know if you want a continuation of this extra ;) I actually had to do a lot of research to write this so I am sorry it took so long for me to post this.
~Soul"

I come to with an awful headache. I shudder as I remember everything that happened yesterday.
"I see you're awake." A cold voice says. I jerk my head up and look around. My head throbs from the sudden movement. My vision blurs a little but I can clearly identify Befoul sitting in a chair directly across from me. The same chair Kaz sat in last night... I can still smell my blood.
My shoulders ache reminding me about my current situation. I am chained up. To be more specific my arms are strung up above my head, bound by a chain dangling from the ceiling. This has left me maybe half a foot dangling off of the ground but my legs are still chained to the floor. Last night I may or may not have pushed Kaz a little too far. He is a smart guy who surely values his own life so I thought he would maintain his self control. I was wrong. I currently have "Property of Kasper Rattus" carved into the left side of my rib cage. He carved it in with a dull knife. Now my ex owner/lover(? I wouldn't call it love. More like survival.) is sitting across from me. He is, more or less, ticked.
"I am sorry. I didn't think you would provoke him to that extent. I have already... handled Kaz. You know that will scar if I don't do something, right?" He says tenderly. I bite my lip. That isn't a question. What he is saying is that he is going to remove it one way or another and the fact that he has already apologized severely concerns me. I turn my head to the side so I avoid looking him in the eye.
"I understand." I accept defenselessly. I will escape one day but until that day I will be under his care and protection. For a price.
He grabs a tool and slides around to my left side and lets his gaze linger across my bare torso. I notice that his hands are shaking slightly. He is holding a razor in one hand. I gulp anticipating pain.
"I would prefer a steady hand if you are going to remove it in that manner." I say with a fake confidence. I have reverted to my old ways of being a pet. I need to get out of this prison. Befoul glares up at me and slide the chair so that he is basically sitting on top of me. He wraps one arm around my waist to hold me still and uses the other hand to trace a line into my skin, tracing an oval over the words. My body tenses and I hold my breath. I watch the perfect droplets of blood stain his hands and clothes.
"...St-op..." I say between clenched teeth. He finishes the cut and casts a lustful look at me.
"I haven't seen you, heard from you or touched you in 3 years Krow. Don't you think I am doing an excellent job of holding back?" He says as he leans in and licks up a trail of blood. I shy away from him the best that I can but with the firm grip he has on my waist I don't think I have anywhere to go.
"You haven't forgotten how I taste have you?" He says as he gets up and stands behind me. I turn my face away from him, avoiding his gaze. I feel his breath on my neck as his lips tickle my ear.
"Krow, look at me. I promise this will hurt less if you will just let me love you." He practically begs me. I am taken off guard by his honesty. I look at him out of surprise and he takes advantage of it.
He secures my heads position by running his hand through my hair and grabbing a fistful then he devours my mouth. He has kissed me in many ways, mostly violent, but he has never kissed me in such a starving way. I instantly allow him access to my mouth and the moment he slides his tongue in I start to melt internally. He is making up for lost time and covering lost ground, I can barely keep up with him. I just realized I am kissing him back.

I feel his fingers dig into my side where he made the cut and a burning sensation tears up the side of my body. I scream in agony just to have him force his way deeper into my mouth. I let his desires, no wait, our desires ease the pain.
The moment he breaks away to breath I pull away from him.
"That was a dirty trick you schmuck faced sorry son of a-" I start to rant but he silences me with a swift kiss.
"Does it hurt?" He says as he gently glides his hand over the bloody and skinned portion of my torso.
"YES IT FLIPPING HURTS! Enough of your S&M crap!" I yell at him.
He grabs some pre-made bandages and tapes up my side in silence. I notice that I cannot maintain eye contact with him. I shouldn't be embarrassed. He has done far more to me before... but this is the first time I have wanted it. I admire his strong features as he focusses on properly arranging the bandages. He actually looks like he cares.
"What?" He says without looking at me. I inhale sharply and avert my eyes.
"Nothin..." I mumble defiantly. I am acting childish, I hate that.
Deep breathes...
One...
Two...
Three...
"Befoul. Stand up." I order him. He looks up at me with a puzzled expression. He puts the tape back and stands up, face to face with me. I lean forward the best I can and kiss him gently. When I feel his soft lips I notice something stirring inside of me.
Yes, I want this.
He is stunned. I look at him with the best seductive look that I can muster.
"Untie me." I whisper to him. His eyes widen in surprise and then he jumps into action. He bends down and undoes the chains around my ankles, giving me freedom from the waist down. He reaches up an fumbles with the restraints around my wrists. He is doing a horrible job because he is severely rushing it. I think I might be screwed...
Literally.