Competition (Divergent Smut)

I stand with the group of Dauntless that surround me, either sitting or standing in the train as it speeds through on its track through the city. My boyfriend and Dom, Eric Coulter stands with Four, another fellow member of Dauntless. Everyone knew why we were here and unlike the initiates who played in this game, the energy in the room was full of excitement, rather than nervousness as almost everyone within the train head play this game, at least a handful of times. It was a Dauntless favorite.

Capture the Flag.

Everyone was given a neon glow in the dark flag to hide somewhere within the area. Each person was given a gun that would shoot Nero stim darts. They simulate the pain of what a real gunshot wound would feel like. Lasting only a few minutes the pain is excruciating, but not permanent nor damaging. It was a special favorite for Eric and I.

"Four and I are picking teams." Eric says

I listen as they pick and choose each member.

Eric doesn't pick me and I get stuck on Four's team.

I shoot an annoyed look at Eric but he ignores this.

As we round the corner to our location, one of the dauntless members slides open the train door, and everyone begins to leap out, rolling down to the ground.

I follow, not bothering to see where Eric is.

The groups separate, Eric's group makes their way towards the Ferris wheel. Each group contains ten Dauntless members each as not everyone in the faction was invited. We make our way towards the warehouse. We click off the neon lights around our necks. One of the Dauntless steps forward. I recognize her from some of my training sessions at the Pit. She'd been through the initiation a year before me. Rachel, I think.

"We should break off into two groups. Swarm them and take them out." She says

"We need to find the flag." Four points out

"An ambush is a horrible idea." One of the Dauntless tells Rachel

The group begins to argue.

"Guys look!" Tris shouts pointing

We look to where she's pointing.

The top cart of the Ferris wheel has a slight orange glow to it. Four agrees to the ambush idea and we all split off. Sneaking through the dark, I try not to make too much noise. I don't wanna give away my position, and I have yet to see a single soul from Eric's team.

"I see one!" A voice shouts

A flare is thrown from the far end of the warehouse and the zipping sound of darts flying through the air. I push forward knowing that the people behind me have been made. Weaving my way through the darkness I hide behind a large stack of crates. Listening intently, I hear nothing. I move forward again, dipping down, just in time to see someone from Eric's team walked by. Creeping down I aim for his leg and fire. He shouts as the dart makes contact and he collapses. I move towards him, firing again hitting him in the shoulder before he can take aim and fire at me. Turning to the right, I freeze when I come face to face with Eric. He stares back at me. Before he can react, I fire. I smirk when it hits him right above his knee. I fire again and one hits him in the neck.

He screams and collapses.

"You fucking bitch."

I kick his gun away.

Leaning down close to him, I smile.

" You wanted competition, baby."

Wasting no more time I take off towards the wheel.

I feel blinding pain as something hits me in the left shoulder. Shouting, I pull out a dart. Clench my teeth, I fire repeatedly behind me. A voice screams out. Whoever hit me is now down. I take off again. I see Rachel making her way towards the Ferris wheel as well. Our eyes meet and she signals me to go around on one side. She goes on the other, and the two of us rapidfire taking out as many as we can. Four appears hopping over the fallen as he interest take off towards the Ferris wheel. Stragglers from Eric's group continue to shoot up with them even as they climb the rusty ladder. Rachael and I continue trying to take out as many as we can. I feel a blinding pain in my right leg and shout just before  I go down. Rachel, hearing me, turns quickly and shoots my attacker. After a moment, she shouts with glee, and I ask what happened.

"Tris got the flag! We won!"

Later on that night, I'm walking through the dark stone walls of the compound when someone grabs me by the arm. I whip around to see Eric, who looks pissed. I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me.

" What the hell is your problem?" I demand making sure to keep my voice slow just in case someone will over here

"Competition is one thing. That you shit you pulled something else."

" You chose not to have me on your team. You signed your own fate." I snap back

His eyebrows raise at this.

"You win the game, now you're getting a little cocky huh? I think in your joy, you forgot one thing. I don't accept bratty attitudes."

Keeping his grip he drags me to his room.

Pushing open the door, he shoves me in.

"Bend over the bed."

I walk over to the bed.

His room has a kitchen to the left as well as a bathroom. To the right, the bedroom. Doing as I'm told, I bend over, my upper half lying on the bed, hands above me.

I tense as he walks over to me.

He waste no time convincing with the first strike.

I wince as his hand makes contact.

He strikes again, and again wasting no time in between hits, hitting harder with each smack.

I whimper in response.

" I don't wanna hear it. Keep quiet or I flip you over."

I sink my face deeper into the blankets to muffle myself.

My skin is warm from the strikes.

Soon the intense smacks that had spiked some pleasure now bring tears to my eyes, my ass now becoming sore.

I lose count of how many times he spanks me.

Tears fall down my cheeks.

When he's finished, I promise not to fight dirty again and we lie down, wrapped in each other's arms.

Hours later, we both wake, desiring one another.

My lips meet his.

It's a relief neither of us are clothed as he would've torn it off me without hesitation.

"I'm going to ruin you.""Is that a threat?""Oh no baby that's a promise."

Once again my face is deep in my pillows. On my knees, arched upwards. I feel my walls stretch around him as he slides himself slowly inside of me.

"You're so easy to control baby."

I gasp as his hand reaches up, gathering my hair, he pulls me upwards, towards him. He doesn't stop pumping inside me, moving with more pressure as his hand wraps around my throat. Seeing my smile at this, he tightens his grip, causing some lightheadedness.

"You like it when I put you in your place like this, don't you?""Yes.""Mm I bet you do. You want to cum tonight, my little bitch?""Yes.""I'll make you a deal. Wake me up with a blowjob and I'll give you what you want.""Deal."

Laying me down, my face is again in the pillow. Instead of moving slowly, he thrusts with no mercy, sending my body into overdrive, rushed with sensations.

"Take it like the good little bitch you are."

His fingers  find my nipples, squeezing tight.

I cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure.

"So loud, you want everyone in the sector to hear you?"

Adjusting, he places one hand around my throat and the other between my legs, circling my clit. He throws me into one orgasm after the next, not stopping until tears stream down my face, my boy aching.