Boo

Wesker returned home, hanging up his jacket in the entryway before stalking to his kitchen. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet, pouring with a heavy hand into a low brimmed glass. His phone buzzed in his pocket as he took a deep swig, lighting up his face from below in the dim room as he unlocked it.

8:07 PM

Bunny

< Home safe < I had a great time < :)

The nickname he chose for your contact was sickeningly sweet by his standards, so much so he hadn't dared to call you it in person yet. "Rabbit" was condescending enough to be passed off as derogatory, but "bunny" was too cutesy, too loving for the public. Wesker hummed in approval at your messages—good, still thinking about me. It had taken all of his restraint to not throw you over his shoulder and stuff you in his passenger seat. He hated the thought of you alone in your shitty little apartment when you were meant to be with him. But he couldn't rush things, you would end up where you belong eventually, he was sure of that.

8:09 PM

Albert

Very good. How are you feeling? You had quite a long day. >

Bunny

< I'm fine < Well…there is one thing I need your help with

Albert

What do you need, dear? >

Bunny

< It appears you forgot the plug, Sir

He chuckles to himself. It wasn't forgotten, Wesker didn't forget, it was his insurance to prompt you to text him when you got home. And if you didn't, well, would it be such a tragedy for you to spend the night still stuffed full of him? He knew you wouldn't take it out without asking, not unless you were looking for a far harsher punishment than you received today. You had your bratty episodes, but your desperation to please him won over in the end. It made training you an absolute delight, always so quick to beg for his forgiveness.

8:14 PM

Albert

I find it hard to believe I would forget anything.> Why don't you go to your bedroom mirror, spread your legs, and show me. >

Bunny

< Yes, Sir.

That's it, nice and obedient, not a lick of resistance left hmm? You both knew the plug was there, but he wanted some entertainment and you were more than eager to show off the gift he'd left you with. Wesker finished his first glass of liquor and poured another, bringing the bottle and his glass to the living room where he settled on to his large, plush couch. Finally, his phone vibrated again.

8:20 PM

Bunny

< Here you go, Sir <3 < [IMAGE]

Sat on the ground, back leaning against your bed—you were undressed from the waist down with your legs wide, spreading yourself open for him with your fingers. He zoomed in on your pussy, breath catching as he noted how puffy and sore it looked from being stuffed for hours. His cum was leaking out from around the gem-topped plug, enough he was sure your underwear were soiled with it. He felt his pants grow tighter at the sight, taking his time to burn it into his mind before he responded.

8:24 PM

Albert

I suppose you were right, dear. But it also appears someone didn't follow orders. > You were meant to keep every drop in, remember? >

Bunny

< Hey, that was the plugs job!

Albert

And we have an attitude? To think I was going to let you finish tonight; I'm not sure you deserve it now.>

Bunny

< No please! I wanna cum so badddd < :(

Albert

Then act like it, pet. >

He slipped off his gloves and undid his pants, pulling out his half hard cock to give it lazy, loose-gripped strokes. Sexting was more satisfying to him than lone masturbation, at least with this he still got to sate his need for control. It was a way for him to care for you from afar, keep you relaxed in the evenings and on track during the day. He noticed you started sleeping better when your arrangement transitioned to full time, and though he'd never admit it, he slept more soundly knowing you weren't up alone all night like you used to be.

8:27 PM

Albert

Take out the plug and stuff that mess back where it belongs—your clit is off limits. > I expect video evidence you have followed my instructions. >

Bunny

< And then I get to cum?

Albert

Follow my instructions and we will see. >

Bunny

< Yes, Sirrr

Albert

I'll let the whining go so long as it doesn't continue. >

Whether it was the booze, the lingering high of spending the evening together, or a bit of both, Wesker was feeling uncharacteristically lenient at the moment. His wrist flicked over his dick as it pulsed in his grip, easing himself up to his full size. He would kill to have you sat in front of him right now, exposed and needy as he stroked himself to your figure. Maybe he'd tie you to his sybian, force you to cum for him until tears stained your face and you begged for even just a couple seconds to recover. Of course he wouldn't relent, you looked so perfect crying as your brain melted away into pleasure and pain. Yes, that will be happening some day.

8:38 PM

Bunny

< [VIDEO]

Albert

Such an obedient little rabbit. It feels so good to do as you're told, doesn't it? >

Bunny

< Yes, Sir, it feels amazing, thank you for leading me

Albert

You are welcome, my dear. >

Wesker opened the video, pace increasing as he watched you ease the metal plug out of yourself; ever so gentle, hearing you hiss in pain as it popped out of your swollen cunt. You angled the camera up towards your face in the mirror, running your tongue along the plug to collect the jizz coating it. So fucking perfect, didn't even have to be told. Bet you just needed to taste me didn't you? Every day, little things you did like that reminded him you were made to be his. No one else could be trusted to care for and discipline you in the way you required.

The phone was turned back towards your pussy as you collected the cum coating your lower lips, careful to not let yourself brush against your clit even by accident. You pushed it back inside, a small moan leaving your mouth as you curled your fingers up; he said not to touch your clit, but he never said a bit of fingering wasn't allowed. Besides, you were trying to get his cum as deep as you could. Once it was all in, you removed your fingers and brought those to your mouth too, sucking them clean for the camera. Wesker had to remove his hand from his cock, shooting back the remainder of his whiskey to give himself a chance to cool down. The burn grounded him, but the alcohol was clouding his mind, making his own desperation start to push through his typically titanium composure.

8:43 PM

Bunny

< Is the video acceptable, Sir?

Albert

Yes, it's perfect. You always do such a good job for me, dearest. >

Bunny

< Can I please please please cum, Sir? I'll take a video for you, I'll do it however you want, I need it so bad pretty please

Albert

Of course, my sweet pet. I just need one more thing from you. >

Bunny

< Anything

Albert

Get a marker and write "Property of Albert Wesker" on yourself, wherever you please. Make sure it's visible while you touch that needy cunt for me. >

He'd been plenty possessive before, but this was the most blatant show of his desires yet. It was one thing for him to say you were his, getting you to be the one going so far as to brand your skin with his name was a whole new level of control. He blamed his possessiveness on you spending the day away from him, but it wasn't the cause; more a catalyst alongside the alcohol that made the need to own you burn too hot for him to contain. In that moment he decided you would be receiving a collar for daily wear, something to mark you as his at all times.

A minute passed, then another, and the faintest anxiety crept into Wesker's mind. Was it too much for you? Do you not believe your place is with me? No, that would be foolish, you're too smart for that. He took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle, running a hand through his hair, dick left untouched as he waited for your response.

8:51 PM

Bunny

< Sorry, couldn't find a marker hehe < [IMAGE]

Relief washes over him and arousal surges as he looks at the photo. You're stripped naked, PROPERTY OF ALBERT WESKER in prominent black ink across your chest. You didn't stop there though, writing MINDLESS PET on one thigh and WESKER'S CUM DUMP with an arrow pointing towards your entrance on the other. Whenever he felt the rarest pang of guilt for corrupting you, you go and remind him that you came this way. You were helpless, free-floating, in desperate need of direction before you met him. Everything he has done, everything rule he's taught you to follow, every punishment he's inflicted on you; you craved it, begged for it, wanted it long before the two of you ever crossed paths. If it wasn't him, someone else would have come along and exploited your submissiveness, while Wesker used it as a tool to help you prosper. He enjoyed it, sure, but he did this all for your sake—at least that's what he told himself.

8:52 PM

Albert

You are such a wonderful gift, my love. > Always going above and beyond to please your master.> You've been so good, so obedient, so perfect for me.> Go get your wand. I need to see you cum with my name branding your skin. >

Bunny

< Yes of course thank you Sir!!

The booze made him loose-lipped, rapid firing texts as he stroked himself with an iron grip. Is this to please me, or are they really just that enchanted already? Not that it matters, they're mine and they know they're mine. Exactly how it is meant to be.

8:53 PM

Albert

Give me a clear view of yourself when you cum and don't hold in your moans. > I love when you're noisy, you have the prettiest cries, my sweet bunny. >

8:56 PM

Albert

I own you, do you understand? > My brilliant, pliant little rabbit. > So bright but still so lost, desperate for my control.> You knew your place from the start, calling me "Sir" with those innocent eyes. >

8:59 PM

Bunny

< [VIDEO]

Wesker opened the video already at the brink, and when he heard a faint "I love you" slip between your moans a cord snapped inside him. He fell back against the couch, growling as he came across his fist and still-clothed abdomen. If the world was a just and right place, it would be filling your pretty, abused hole rather than seeping into his button-up.

9:01 PM

Bunny

< Thank you for allowing me to finish <3 <3 <3 < You're a very generous master < I'm all yours, always <3

Albert

Clean yourself up and get some rest. You earned your reward, such a good pet. > <3 I will see you tomorrow, my sweet bunny. Call me if you can't sleep. >

Wesker ordered a custom engraved collar for you that night. It looked like a normal choker with a small heart-shaped pendant on the front, but it had a locking clasp so only he would be able to remove it. On the backside of the pendant was the inscription "If found, please return to Albert Wesker". It was subtle enough that people would think it was just a piece of jewelry, but the constant pressure on your neck would be a reminder of who you belonged to. This way even when he wasn't there physically, his control would be with you at all times, firm but reassuring.

It was obvious who picked out the pet bed, as it was the only object in his office with actual color to it. All other upholstery was black leather, and any wood was a black walnut with a rich, midnight stain to it. You looked online together, and the fact he didn't recoil when you pointed at the pastel bed on screen was a testament to his unspoken care for you. Technically, it was meant for giant dog breeds, but it fit well underneath Wesker's desk and was composed of a thick, comfy memory foam pad that made it perfect for your purposes.

You lay curled at his feet, a content smile on your face as you listened to his rhythmic keystrokes. A hand came down to pat his inner thigh, and you knew what he was requesting. You rose to your hands and knees in bed, leaning to rest your cheek against his leg. He stroked your hair with one hand as the other continued to work, although he paused here and there to type. Each time he stopped you fought back a whine, knowing by now it would serve to get you in trouble rather than more of the soothing touches you craved. Wesker rested a hand on your cheek as he gazed down on you—so cozy beneath him. Your head felt light and fuzzy, kept grounded by the coolness from his glove.

"Someone has gotten quite comfortable as my pet. Isn't that right, dear?" He muses, both pleased with you and teasing. You give a lazy nod in affirmation, the idea of stringing together words seeming near impossible at the moment. If someone told you months ago you'd end up as Wesker's mindless pet, you would have looked at them like they had three heads. But now it felt so normal, so natural, you couldn't imagine living without this. You had dabbled in the world of BDSM long before meeting him, but never found someone capable of pulling out submission to this extent. The desire for it was lurking inside you, a need to be taken care of and controlled, and he was the one to recognize and nurture that need.

It was hard not to wonder what people would think if they found out about your…bond. There wasn't a relationship, not formally at least, and still it was the deepest connection to someone you had yet to experience. You assumed he had similar feelings to yours, that trying to have a conversation about what all of this made you would feel too real. This was an escape for you both, play, something kept outside of your day-to-day lives; blind to how often those worlds already collided when you were together during work hours. Still, you silently hoped there could be…more to this somehow, though you never allowed yourself to entertain the thought for long.

A knock came at the door as he carded through your hair.

"Come in." He clips, pushing forward in his chair to ensure you're concealed under the desk.

"I'm looking for your fellow, I was promised an extra set of eyes on my undergrads." You recognize the voice as Dr. Birkin, a close colleague of Wesker and one of the few people that doesn't seem about to jump out of their skin when addressed by him. Granted, his reputation proceeded him in a similar fashion to your boss, so it was somewhat natural the two would get along in their own, bickery way.

"I'm not sure why you even entertain children in your laboratory, more of a hazard than a help." Wesker responds casually. "And as for my functional, competent fellow, I will send them your way when I see them next."

"My students are twenty, Albert, and they're only a hazard for their first month or so; then they will also be perfectly functional and competent in their own rights. Until that point someone needs to supervise them, though, and I suppose that will be me for the time being. I thought your postdoc would be in here, they're glued to your damn hip most of the time." Birkin grumbles and you hear the door click closed. Wesker rises to lock the door behind him and turns on the noise machine next to it, returning to his seat with a huff.

He's pushed into you, crowding the limited space under the desk. His legs are set wide, elbow resting on the arm of his chair as he rubs his jaw, glowering down at you. "I thought you were more loyal than to hand yourself over to someone else without at least bothering to tell me." He says, cool and unreadable. It's obvious he's upset with you, but the severity of his discontent—and by extension your punishment—he kept concealed. "Speak."

"I just thought it would be a nice thing to do. Take something off his plate and I get to comb through my emails for a while." You had agreed without a second thought when Dr. Birkin asked, not anticipating Wesker also wanting your presence around that time. Once you were in his possession your mind fell away, losing track of your responsibilities and the passing hours.

"And yet here you are, neglecting your commitment in favor of being my sweet, stupid little pet. I'm not sure which to punish you for first; how unfaithful or how careless you've been. You should know by now both are unacceptable." His disappointment stings, making your cheeks flush as you lower your gaze from his in shame.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I d-didn't even think about it like that I just wanted to—to help." You mutter. Regret pours off of you, and you swear the room that was just a warm, cozy haven has dropped twenty degrees. He lets you sit in the pool of your own guilt as he decides how to proceed.

"Just wanted to help, hmm?" He grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, raising your head to force you to meet his shrouded eyes. "Would you prefer to be out there, helping Dr. Birkin? Or in here, under my ownership?"

"W-with you, Sir! Always with you!" You rush out.

"Prove it." He spits, jamming his dress shoe between your legs; the force of it causes you to whine out in pain and he laughs from above. You do as instructed and begin grinding against him, palms resting on his knee for support, but your hands are swatted away within seconds. "Did I say you could touch me? Such a naughty rabbit today—hands behind your back, touch me again and they will be bound with my belt."

"S-sorry, Sir." You mutter and clasp your hands behind you as you continue to rut against him, slickness managing to leak through the fabric of your pants.

"Look at that fucking mess." Wesker pokes his oxford into you, pulling another whimper from your throat and nearly causing you to reach out to stabilize yourself against his leg. The embarrassment mixes with the pleasure and pain into a delicious trance, and you're close to the edge in a matter of minutes.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Sir. Please, may I?" You plead, peeking up at him with a glassy, faraway look on your face. His shoe is ripped away, leaving you to peter off the precipice as he pushes back in his chair to stand.

"Up. Hands on the end of the desk, bend over and spread your legs." He commands, not bothering to even tell you "no". You do as he says, but can't help the pout and grumbles on your lips at being denied. Wesker has no patience for such an attitude, giving your ass a harsh spank and pulling your hair into a tight fist. "Do you believe you have the right to complain, brat? Nod, that filthy mouth has lost speaking privileges." His voice is harsh, aggravation evident. You keep your lips sealed and shake your head; of course you shouldn't complain, his attention and correction is an honor.

Your pants and underwear are pulled down in one smooth motion, and you hear the unbuckling of his belt behind you. Wesker wastes no time prodding at your entrance with his tip, coating himself in the wetness left from the show you put on for him moments ago. He pushes in to the hilt and begins with long, slow thrusts, savoring how you pulse around his length. The hand returns to your hair, arching you back as he leans into your ear.

"Your hands do not move from that desk without my instruction; keep yourself quiet or I will make you quiet; don't you dare cum unless I give the order. Do you understand these rules?" You nod again, as your right to speak is still revoked. "Good pet." His pace shifts from languid to brutal with your acknowledgement, a firm grip kept on your hair and hip for leverage. "You are mine. Your time, your help, your body, your mind, it is all mine. I own every aspect of who you are, because you can't be trusted not to loan off your precious self to fools like William."

Wait is he, like, actually jealous I was going to spend time in Dr. Birkin's lab? There was the briefest confirmation that neither of you would be sleeping with others when the mandatory condom conversation happened, but you never realized just how possessive Wesker had become over you beyond that. Not that you were complaining after worrying for weeks about whether you allowed yourself to get too attached.

His thrusts become erratic and desperate, and he groans into your ear, "Gonna fill you up, my darling little pet. Claim you. Mark you. All mine." He continues to chant about how you belong to him as he finishes, lifting one of your legs to bury himself as deep as he could manage and you feel a familiar warm fullness in your core. You were painfully close to finishing, biting the inside of your cheek and mustering all your might to stave it off—he never did give you permission. Wesker doesn't move for a full minute, breathing heavy behind you as he recovers his wits. You hear a drawer open as he's still inside you, and when he pulls out you feel a cold, metal plug replace him. "Keep every drop in, my reminder of who owns you for the rest of the day. Come back to my office to have it removed before you leave."

He kisses the small of your back as he pulls your pants back up, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. "You've made a commitment, dear. I suggest you not keep Dr. Birkin waiting any longer." He shoos you away from the desk, sitting down and opening his laptop to work. You are desperate to know if he'll let you finish this evening, but asking will guarantee the answer is no. "Oh, and I suppose I better let you speak again, dear. Don't want anyone asking why you've taken a sudden oath of silence now, do we?" He muses, tone lighter than it was when he was scolding and commanding you.

"No, Sir, of course not. Thank you." You grab your bag and exit, giddiness bubbling up inside you despite the harsh treatment you just received. Wesker had been possessive since the start, but jealousy was new on him, and you liked it. Mixed with all his degradation was the clear message that he saw you as a treasure in need of guarding—something he refused to lose hold of for even a moment.

You returned to him in the evening as instructed. The office was dim as the sun hung low in the sky, warm lamp light mixing with his cold computer screen. "Hello there, dear. How was babysitting?" He asks.

"Was fine, boring but at least no one poured horrible acids on themselves or others." This earns a warm chuckle from low in his throat, and you smile in return.

"Do you have plans this evening?" He closes his laptop, standing to pack his bag.

"Just TV and frozen pizza, I'm way too tired to cook." You waited as he got ready, wondering when he planned to remove the plug as he put on his coat to leave.

"Come to dinner with me." It's thrown out like a typical progression of your end of day chats, but the request—no, order—hits you like a truck. You notice even with the sunglasses on, his gaze is focused downwards on his jacket buttons rather than your face. Is he…nervous I'll say no?

"O-oh, like, now?" You stutter, finding it a bit hard to believe the ask.

"Yes 'like now', frozen pizza is hardly edible, much less an adequate meal. Besides, you were stolen from me for most of the day—I'm owed your presence." Oh my god, he missed me. He looks at you now, removing his sunglasses so his cold eyes could meet yours uninhibited. His expression was otherwise neutral, but you could feel in the way he scanned your face and body language that he needed the answer to be yes.

"You paying?" You poke, noticing as his shoulders drop in relief.

"I suppose it's only right, I made the offer and have a much higher salary." His voice is soft, the tension dissipating as you returned to your usual, easy rhythm together.

"Deal." You breathe, trying to contain your excitement

Wesker brings you to a restaurant so far out of your price range, you didn't know it existed. You weren't sure how it was in his price range given the typical pay of even a tenured professor—not that you dared to question it. The food and evening together are both exquisite, and when you're finished Wesker escorts you to your car with an arm slotted around your waist.

"Thank you for dinner, and…well, everything you've done for me." You say, leaning back against the hood.

"You don't need to thank me, dearest. I thought I made it clear how I've come to adore our time together. Hell, I allow that pastel monstrosity of a bed in my office to keep you close—thank me for that." He cradles your cheek in his palm, leaning down to place a claiming kiss against your mouth. "Be safe, love." He whispers a breath away from you, turning on his heel to return to his own vehicle as you stood frozen, lips searing and heart fluttering.