γOn How to Discipline a Dog That Keeps Going Into Heat πγ
Premise: This is my first time writing fanfiction, inspired by a random thought. Just writing for fun. Warning: Contains erotic/NSFW content. Read with caution.
In this story, "You" have a somewhat hot-tempered and dominant personality. Feel free to put yourself in the shoes of the character if you don't mind.
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"Jestyn, let's go shopping," you said to him out of sheer boredom. "It's so dull just staying in the theater all the time."
Jestyn took one look at your utterly bored face and obediently agreed.
At first, Jestyn was well-behaved, taking whatever you handed him to carry. But after wandering around outside for a while, he suddenly asked for a kiss. Thinking he had been so good today, you agreedβafter all, you didn't mind making out in public; it was just a kiss, anyway.
With your consent, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You thought it would be a brief peck, but Jestyn only grew more brazen, his restless hands wandering up and down your body.
You told him to stop, but he only became more audacious.
Infuriated, you slapped himβa crisp, resounding smack that forcefully broke the lingering kiss.
Startled by your sudden physical strike, Jestyn paused. Then, a thrilled smile spread across his face. Panting heavily, he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his cheek, silently begging you to hit him again.
Seeing him like this, your temper flared. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, glaring furiously at him as you hissed in a low voice, "Are you fucking trying to go into heat in public? Save it for when we get home."
Your anger completely killed whatever desire you had to keep shopping. Grabbing him by the clothes, you dragged him all the way back home.
Once inside, you locked the door and turned to face Jestyn's lustful expression. Irritated, you let out an annoyed click of your tongue.
Raising your hand, smackβanother crisp slap landed on his face.
Jestyn's breathing grew even heavier, and your anger only intensified. You shoved him onto your bed, straddling him. Grabbing his collar, you forced him to look up at you and issued a warning:
"If you ever dare to go into heat in public again, I won't mind hitting you a few more times."
Hearing your words, a thick wave of lust and longing instantly flooded Jestyn's eyes. He reached up to grip the hand that was clutching his collar, tilting his head back to gaze at you with those starving, desire-filled eyes. His voice came out dry and raspy: "Your Majesty... does this count as a promise?"
Looking at him in this state, you couldn't help but roll your eyes inwardly.
Fuck, I forgot this guy is a masochist.
You were both furious and exasperated. Hitting him? It wasn't a punishment at all; it was a goddamn reward!
But obviously, you weren't about to let him off that easily. A dog that kept going into heat in public needed a proper lesson, or he'd truly forget who his master was.
Slowly and deliberately, you pulled out a red-and-black collarβthe one you'd bought while shopping with Jestyn. You had only thought it looked cool back then, never expecting it to be put to use so soon.
You yanked hard on the leash attached to the collar, forcing Jestyn to prop himself up.
A wicked idea slowly began to take shape in your mind.
(Even though I know stopping here is super frustrating and makes you want to know what happens next, the rest is definitely too explicit to post. Just use your imagination for the rest, hehehe π
English is not my first language, so there may be some minor imperfections. I hope you enjoy the story!π)
