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It felt as though the air was pulled from your lungs before you took off running to the opposite side of your place. You knew you had a five-minute head start to hide from him as you made it to your bedroom, shutting the door. You slipped under the bed before covering your mouth as your heart rate quickened.

“Mmm, where is my pretty baby?”

His voice sent chills down your spine as you slipped further under the bed. Holding your breath, his loud footsteps were inching closer to the bedroom. If you managed to hide from him for enough time - all would be forgiven.

But if he found you…?

The door opened as his heavy boots came into your view. Your hand covered your mouth again just to stifle any noise you could make. He took another step, moving away from the bed allowing your shoulders to relax finally. Perhaps, you were about to win.

A hand shot out, grabbing your ankle from the other side of the bed. A scream ripped through you as you were pulled out from under the bed as Michael towered over you once again. Your eyes widened in fear before he leaned in.

“Gotcha.”

Your thighs clenched at the tone of his voice. “M-Michael…”

His hand shot to your throat, giving you a light squeeze and earning a cry to erupt from your throat. Your hand immediately came up, scratching and tugging at his wrist in an attempt to break free from him. He sure wasn’t going to take you done without a fight. Despite wincing, he managed to force you onto your feet before tossing you face down onto the bed.

“See what happens when you don’t listen,” he commented before catching your gaze casting over your shoulder as he pulled off his top. A smirk formed over his lips as he witnessed your eyes dip down to his well-toned abs even for just a moment before scowling at your partner. “Now kneel for me pretty…”

“No!” you snapped at him. “Let me go!”

Shaking his head, he tossed his top aside before leaning over, grasping a fistful of hair, and yanking your head up so he could lean into your ear. “Oh not a chance, pretty baby…” he whispered before licking the outer shell. “Not a chance in hell when you lost our little game.” His free hand moved to the curve of your ass before rearing back and smacking it hard forcing you to yelp in pain. Kaiser hummed into your ear before his hand tugged down your pants and underwear in one motion.

“See what being a brat gets you?”

His hand ran over the reddening handmark on your ass before spanking you harder. Tears brimmed in your eyes at the stinging sensation. His grip tightened on your hair as his free hand disappeared from your ass. You heard the familiar clanging of his belt before hearing it hit the floor along with his pants.

“Tell me what you want pretty…”

His grip loosened just enough for you to look over your shoulder with a glare before spewing a “fuck you” toward him. His gaze only darkened.

Without warning, he slammed his cock into you. You cried out wanting to collapse onto the bed but his grip on your hair tugged you upward. “Ah ah ah,” he tutted before increasing his brutal pace. “Little brats don’t get to choose what they do… your nothing more than a little cock sleeve I get to abuse…”

“N-no!” You managed to cry out.

“Oh yes you are,” he growled. “And you fucking love it… you clench around me each time I do it.”

You wanted to retort but only a moan tumbled from your mouth. His pace was seemingly inhumane as it increased again. The coil winding in your gut began tightening - almost unbearable now.

“Fucking cock sleeve gonna cum? Have I already fucked you stupid?”

You were practically babbling at this point as white spots dotted your vision. You were begging him for release at this point.

“Say it,” Kaiser hissed. “Say it!” His hand struck your ass again.

“I’m your little cock sleeve!” you cried out. “I wanna be fucked stupid by my master!”

Kaiser’s tongue ran along his lips before letting go of your hair and taking hold of your hips. You could feel his hips stutter after you spewed those praises to him. It was like music to his ears.

“My little fucking cum dump,” he growled, thrusting a few more times before pushing into you. His hips stuttered again before unloading his cum and filling you up with a grunt. He pulled out without a word as he smacked your ass before you collapsed onto the bed.

Kaiser disappeared for a moment as you tried to catch your breath. He returned moments later with a towel.

“Now that I have your attention pretty… lemme take care of you…”

A smile curled over your lips.

You who scrunches your pretty nose when you see the day collar, noticing right away that he isn't even unique for each woman he lies with. Crossing your leg over the other as you adjust in the plush chair of Oliver's pent house apartment. A displeased sound leaves your lips while wearing the prettiest fake smile Oliver has ever seen. His cock twitches to life in his shorts, you notice it right away leaning forward to cup his sac and his chub that grows hard in your hand. Squeezing gently before your grip tightens as you whisper a command to him.

"Down boy." He sinks to his knees without a second thought as you release him before it pulls you too low. You lean back in your chair, uncross your legs to press your red bottom heel over his crotch. Sharp stiletto digging into the sensitive flesh while you wear your displeasure as obvious as your dark lipstick.

"I was going to give something to you as a gift but now I think it's more of a reminder." You sound disappointed, Oliver swallows thickly. Heterochromic eyes fixate on your hands, watch you dig through the designer purse you made him buy.

A Hermes Birkin, one hundred thousand dollars before your accessories and he enjoyed every minute of standing there and letting you drain his bank account. Your manicured fingers produce a black box, plain and matte, slowly opening the top to reveal a collar, not a day collar that could easily be hidden as an accessory, a true dog collar. Thick black leather with a hook and o ring on the front. A silver tag with your name spelled out in cursive tailed by an apostrophe with an s and below that spells out bitch.

You summon him with a fluid motion if your finger without removing pressure from his throbbing cock. He leans forward, thick throat exposed to you as you wrap the leather around his column. Purposefully pulling it tight for a moment before adjusting it appropriately, slipping in a finger to make sure it wasn't choking him too much.

Pushing him away as if he disgusts you and if you hadn't had him trapped by the balls, literally, he would have fallen onto his back from the force. It helps he has a core of steel as he straightens himself.

You look him over, give a gentle tug to the o ring as if inspecting your work. Displeasure still painted on your face as you take one of your hands and hold it out. He places his scruffy jaw into your palm and you tilt him upwards harshly to face you. Holding his gaze before a smile breaks out on your lips.

"Now bark for me, bitch." Pressing and twisting the ball of your foot into him the way you stub a cigarette.

Oliver didn't realize the coil in his stomach was wound so tight, that it had snapped as he painted his boxers a shameful, sticky white. Dampening under your heel, shuddering as he lets out a low long groan. Whole body twitching from overstimulation as you twist your ankle once more.

Removing your hand from under his jaw, pulling it back before a resounding slap echoes in the quiet apartment. It takes a few more moments before he feels a stinging sensation on his cheek.