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Unleashed
By : Otaku_Girl
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“Any preferences?” You ask, as you hasten your pace to keep up with Mutt’s long-legged stride. Don’t mind the poor, short human here; I’ll just jog to keep up.
A sigh escapes you before you can stop it, as he shrugs, his gait unchanged. “Any soft limits? Any hard limits? Any general preferences here?” Still nothing. “Give me something to work with, big guy, or the next couple of hours are going to be the wrong kind of painful for both of us.”
Reaching the back check-in desk, you wave him off to one side. “I’ve got it.” You hand him your bag without thinking, as you bend over the desk to see which rooms are still available to hire. Leaning over to see if you can see anyone slacking behind the desk, you ding the small service bell to draw someone’s attention.
“You’re a monster of few words; anyone ever tell you that, Mutt?” You ask cheekily. While a big part of you is near Aaron levels of drooling in anticipation, that small, nagging, logical part that is usually responsible for paying electric bills before replacing your dwindling supplies of amaretto and coke is starting to pipe up.
That lazy grin remains unchanged as he leans against the wall, as though the effort of standing has become too much for him. Without a trail of smoke and a cigarette dangling from his mouth or hands, you’re reminded once more of just how cliche his outfit should seem - gold teeth and all. Yet he’s got that air around him of someone with much more experience than first appearances would suggest.
“m’lord prefers brevity.” His sensual drawl pulls you up cold.
“You are...here with permission, aren’t you, Mutt?” You ignore the sound of the staffroom door opening and closing, the tell-tale whump of boots audible above the low thrum of the base. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a thief, or a homewrecker. So just tell me now if some burly dude all wrapped up in pleather is going to storm his way in, demanding to know who’s petting his puppy.”
You feel a spark of annoyance at the shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He’s really starting to piss me off. You tell yourself, denying the curl of pleasure growing within.
“no need to worry, darlin’. m’lord always knows where his loyal attack dog is.” He leans in; for a breath-stopping moment, you think he’s about to kiss you. Bypassing your open lips, he growls in your ear. “no need to worry about any big, burly interruptions. m’lords... stature... would hardly allow for that.”
Did I miss the joke? Why’s he grinning like that? You force your gaze back to the desk, feeling equal parts dazed and confused from Mutt’s proximity and words.
“[y/n]?” You turn your attention to the monster standing behind the desk. “Everything ok?”
Lips curling into a genuine grin, you beam up at the new face. “Teddy! My second favourite pupper!” You coo at the towering Shiba Inu monster. You can see Mutt preening out of the corner of your eye. We can’t have that. “You know my heart will always, first and foremost, belong to Coco.” You stage-whisper to him, having to hold back a smirk of your own at Mutt’s disgruntled look.
Teddy nods good-naturedly. Everyone loves Coco; she’s the fierce mama monster to all of the staff, human and monster. “Did you need help with something?” He asks, pointedly not looking at Mutt. You grin.
“No, no. I was just hoping to catch someone to book one of the rooms. I didn’t know you were working security back here today. Any chance you can book me in?” You ask hopefully. “I’d really like room three if it’s not taken or pre-booked.”
You ignore Teddy’s raised brow. He doesn’t try to mince his words. “That’s a bit... tame for you, isn’t it?”
Shrugging, you lean over to sign the proffered ledger. “Eh; My friend here isn’t too sure what he likes. I thought it would be best not to give him too many options.”
Teddy let out a snort. “Best not to overwhelm your new puppy before he’s house-broken.”
As you finish the paperwork with a flourish, you miss the frankly savage look Mutt is sending Teddy, gold teeth bared and eyesockets burning. By the time you look up, Teddy’s hackles are raised, his teeth bared in a snarl at your lounging Mutt.
Not mine. Don’t go getting any ideas. “You know me; I’m not really one for training ‘em. I’m more of a play and release kinda gal.” You aren’t quite sure which of the three of you you’re trying to reassure. “You go on in ahead, Mutt. I need to grab a couple of things.”
Mutt straightens, unfurling from his previous slouch against the wall to try and tower over you both. Much to his dissatisfaction, Teddy’s still got a good three inches on him (even if it is most likely fur).
“don’t be long.” He drawls, his long legs eating up the distance between the foyer and the corridor to room three in no time.
Three...two...one…
“I don’t like him.” Teddy growls. Oh Teds. This again?
“You never like any of them, Teddy.” You lay a consoling hand on his paw, unable to meet his persistent gaze. “We’ve been over this. I’m not ready for anything serious right now, T. If - not when, if - I am, you’ll be one of the first to know. I promise.”
A puff of hot, moist air hits your face. You wrinkle your nose at the faint smell of gravy and liver. “I still don’t like him.”
You smile as Teddy passes you your usual order; four mini bottles of water free from the staffroom and great for safe, no chances of being drugged refreshments mid and post-session; an array of multi-coloured condoms ribbed, flavoured, extra safe, and mint tingle for her pleasure and safety ; along with a couple of fruit granola bars the allergy-free fuel of champions.
Oh! On second thought...  ducking behind the counter once more, you grab one of the spare ashtrays from the back-up supply. Bosslady always insists each smoking room has a new ashtray between visitors.Just because a monster likes smelling like a certain type of cigarette, doesn’t mean they’ll tolerate just any old smell in their rooms she’d insisted when asked.
As you slide back across the desk, you wink at Teddy, making a shushing motion. Room three is on the no smoking side of the list. As long as I air it out afterwards, nobody will even know the difference.
“You don’t have to like him, Teds. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to even like him.” You hold a hand up to stop him from interrupting. “I think he’s just here to dip his toe outside of the vanilla waters. I bet you five bucks I’m back out here again within an hour, with mister tall, dark and lazy blushing like a school girl after we use the fluffy cuffs.” You wrinkle your nose at the mere thought. Why am I doing this again? Ah, that’s it: low standards and a high libido. Why did nobody tell me my twenties would suck this much? Heh. Suck.
“I’ll be keeping an ear out. I’ll come if you shout.” Teddy says seriously.
You shake your head. “You’ll come if you hear red. Not shouting or screaming. Red or not at all, ok big guy?” You tap the ledger once more; your name, Mutts, and your safeword are clearly written beside the three-hour time slot you’ve reserved the room for. You usually preferred all-nighters when you could swing them, but really… your hopes for Mutt we’re starting to wane.
Who doesn't have a pre-set list of limits ready to go?  Let’s get to it. Who knows? Maybe he’ll prove to be a good boy after all.

“Everything ok in there?” You knock before opening the door. Please don’t be already naked with your dick out. For all of your evangelising of the joys of no-strings, one-night-only kinky sex, you’d had your string of duds to go along with the studs.
The worst was that poor guy who shot his load before I’d even taken my boots off . You wince at the memory. He’d been so apologetic, yet unable to get another erection for the entire five hours you had spent together. In the end, you had just ordered room service, re-watching old episodes of Supernatural while letting him paint your toenails. At least he did a good job on the topcoat.
Peeking in before you enter, you can see your bag laying open on a bench against the wall. Huh. I could have sworn that was closed. While you haven’t been in room three for quite some time - it’s just as vanilla as I remembered - it doesn’t look like anything has changed.
A large, four-poster bed sits front and centre, it’s mahogany beams dotted with thick metal d-rings. A simple red-leather padded bench sits off to one side at an angle. A leather, seatless throne sits just beside the door, giving the perfect view of the rest of the room, while the far wall holds a little bit of everything; soft black ropes, cold metal spreader bars, entry-level crops, paddles, canes and floggers. Chains with delicate nipple clamps barely stronger than a clothes peg dangle alongside house collars, cuffs, and blindfolds.
There’s even the dreaded line-up of fluffy handcuffs in a whole spectrum of valentines day colours. It’s like a freaking 50 Shades catalogue exploded in here. You snort to yourself. It’s not too late to call it a night and get some studying done, right?
Mutt stays where he is, leaning against the fake stone-panelled wall as you close the door quietly behind you. He eyes your haul, searching your hands as though something is missing. Placing your stash beside your open bag, you quickly zip it closed.
“not much to use in here, darlin’.”
You turn back to him with a frown. “As you didn’t seem to have anything in mind, I assumed-shit!” How the fuck did he get that close without making a noise? Your knees feel weak as you lean back, trying to keep an inch of space between your body and Mutt’s.
“you know what they say about assumin’” He drawls. You watch as slim fingerbones begin unbuckling his gloves, revealing the long, pale bones beneath. Even with the dim bedroom lighting, you can see what looks like discolouration, along with countless nicks and chips scattered across his metacarpal and phalanx.
“I just thought-” Clearing your throat, you busy your hands with one of the bottles of water. He takes it from you, putting it back down.
“i must be doin’ somethin’ wrong if you’re this coherent.” You can feel the electric-tingle of his magic brushing against your skin. Eyes slipping closed, you lean towards that addictive buzz. You stumble, hands reaching out only to grasp thin air.
“jeans and trainers off. leave the corset for now.” How the heck did he get over there? Your mind feels hazy. Surely you would have heard him move that fast to get to where he now lay, lounging in the bed?
“No boots on the bedding.” The words are out there before you even register the command behind them. Mutt’s orange eyelights narrow to pinpricks. You swallow heavily. You catch him this time; between one blink and the next, he’s off of the bed and pinning you to the wall by your neck. You can feel each individual bone in his hand flexing around the delicate column, his steely grip steadily pressing against your windpipe. You instinctively press your thighs together, going limp beneath his grasp like a good girl - or good prey.
“i think you’ve misunderstood just who’s in charge here, darlin. i don’t think you want to go tryin’ to give orders.” You stay perfectly still. As he loosens his grip, his eyelights remain focused on you, watching expectantly.
“No Sir.” You bite your lip in concern as a look of distaste flashes across his face. You flounder for a moment, hands shooting up to grasp at his wrist. “I don’t use Master on a first session.” You blurt out before he can knock your hands away. The annoyance seems to drop from his face, the same cocky, sharp smirk replacing it.
“i thought you only did one-night stands.” You return his grin with one of your own.
“Yup.” You roll your p, making it pop loudly in the unsettlingly quiet room. Slowly, you lower your hands, making no move to step towards or away from Mutt. “What would you prefer…” You trail off uncertainly.
“mutt is fine for now.” He looks pointedly down at your still clothed body. You blush, biting back the keening that threatens to erupt from your throat as he withdraws his hand, returning to the bed with a flicker once more.
Maybe he’s not so inexperienced after all. Slowly, you unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs. You can feel a blush burning your cheeks. Of course today had to be the day I was wearing period panties . You’d grabbed the first pair of comfortable panties you could find that morning. You could hear his low, rumbling laugh as your ‘It’s Flow Time’ purple-striped, Beetle Juice underwear comes into full view. You go to pull them off, embarrassment causing your stomach to twist uncomfortably. Humiliation play has never been your thing.
“come here. leave ‘em on.” Mutt’s deep drawl commands. You find yourself padding across the cool floor, standing beside the bed uncertainly. Eyeing the still fully clothed skeleton with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, you can feel anticipation warring with your embarrassment. Mutt isn’t the first monster to dominate you; not by a long shot. He will be the first skeleton though.
“well aren’t these just adorable.” He smirks, reaching out to pull you forward by the elasticated waistband. Falling on your hands, you half lean, half crouch awkwardly on the side of the bed, one of Mutt’s ridiculously long legs between your own. You feel his femur pressing against your thighs, encouraging them to part. Balancing on the balls of your feet, you spread your legs as wide as you can without falling on him.
A single, long finger traces down the centre of your mound, following the neon arrow down. You whimper, as he presses lower. Why did I have to wear these panties today? He chuckles as he reads the text covering your already damp lips. You can feel your breath catching as he skims over you, barely touching the hot, damp surface. Forgetting yourself, you press forward, eager to feel his cloth-clad bones against your own skin.
From one breath to the next he’s gone again. This time, you feel an uncomfortable tugging at your navel. You flail, trying to find purchase on something, anything, as the sensation of falling overtakes you. You cling on to his coat-clad torso with both arms, praying for the room to stop spinning.
“easy, princess. just breathe.” As you begin regaining your balance, the soothing circles between your bare shoulderblades stop. His fingers dip lower, brushing the edge of your corset. You crack open an eye cautiously; you’re both stood beside the thick, red leather padded bench now. “colour?” His tone doesn’t sound any different, but you can see the serious look in his eyes. “if this is gonna be too much for you, i’d rather know before we get too far in.”
You shiver as his rough phalanges trace patterns on your back. He’s not even done anything yet. Why am I reacting like this? “Give me your best shot.” You try to put every ounce of bravado into your voice. He frowns, drawing back.
A whimper escapes you. “Wait!” You grasp his wrist, forcing your eyes down. “I-I can be good. Green. 100% green. I don’t know what’s come over me, I-” You drop his wrist as though it has burnt you, realising your faux pas moments too late. “I really don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight.” You repeat quietly. If only your past Master could see you now; he would be so ashamed.
You feel a finger tilting your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. “no need for any of that. just remember: i ask you somethin’, i expect an answer or you to do what i say immediately. no backchat, not avoidin’. am i clear?” You nod, ignoring the way his finger digs into the underside of your chin. “Yes s-Mutt.” You correct yourself before you can finish.
“good girl.” He motions for you to turn around. You do so without pause. The tell-tale sound of a zipper comes from behind you, the rustling of fabric being removed making you want to turn around and sate your curiosity. I hope he’s not just going straight for taking his pants off. You bite your lip. Though I’d love to see what he’s got under there…
You had been with several monsters who has more… unconventional methods of having sex. Not all of them would manifest a magical phallus or opening for you to enjoy, but each had a unique way that they preferred to be pleased. The thought of rubbing against Mutt’s fabric-encased femur has you squirming pleasantly. Down girl. Get your head in the game.
You feel his hands return to your back once more, this time lazily stroking across the lacing on your corset. “bend over. hands on the bench.” He nudges your legs apart again as you move to get into position. You feel bones pressing against the middle of your back - a knee, perhaps? - as his hands return to the knot keeping your corset cord in place. “i want you to tap the bench once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red. got that?” You murmur your consent once more, eager for the real fun to begin.
Settling your weight evenly between the balls of your feet and your forearms, you can’t help the breathy gasp that escapes at his first pull. You had thought Coco had laced you into your corset as tightly as she could; apparently, Mutt has a much firmer touch. You can feel the metal boning pressing against your ribs, an unforgiving presence constricting your breathing.
Biting back a low moan, you shift more of your weight forward, acting as a counter-balance as Mutt pulls at the laces quickly and efficiently. He’s done this before you think, as his fingers tighten the fabric effortlessly. Losing yourself in the sensation, you let out a questioning whimper as the pressure lifts from your back, hands tying off the knot deftly. You force yourself to remain still. Don’t think. Don’t move. Just obey. You repeat your mantra, forcing yourself to slip deeper into the right headspace.
“good girl.” A shark smack lands on your behind, echoing in the quiet room. You let out a quiet moan. A deep, rasping chuckle sounds behind you. “like that, hm? i think we’ve got ourselves a bone-ified slut.” You can hear the grin in his voice. Tentatively, you wiggle your butt, pressing it back against his hand. “as you didn’t brin’ any goodies with you, we’ll just have to make do.”
What did he expect? A bag full of dildos and chains?  You can feel yourself slipping out of the right mindset as you mull over his words. A dull thud to your other cheek brings your attention firmly back to the present. A second hit lands on the opposite cheek, then a third and fourth.
Too soft. You want to wiggle away from the light hits of what must be a leather paddle and place something much more fun in his hands. The one with metal studs if he insists on a paddle, or maybe I can work him up to using a crop at least.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Does this room even have any canes?
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You can feel warmth beginning to blossom on your panty-covered cheeks. You readjust your position, spreading your weight more evenly to relieve some of the pressure on your hands.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The heat continues to build. Still not enough to truly excite you, but enough to tease.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You rest your forehead on the cool leather of the bench, losing yourself in the rhythm. The warm glow feels pleasant but distant - far from the all-consuming inferno you had been hoping for when you had given in to that wicket smirk and bad-boy exterior. Just another poser in a cute outfit. You sign in disappointment.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Should I pretend to cum? Maybe he’ll move on to something more interesting if he thinks he’s getting somewhere. Ick, what if he just decides to jump straight to fucking?
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Does this count as vanilla, or have I just forgotten how simple bdsm play can feel?
Thud. Thud. Thwack!
You gasp, pushing yourself up and away from the bench before the sharp pain across the back of your upper thigh begins to throb. An unrelenting hand presses you back down.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
You can’t help yourself; you let out a low groan of pleasure as the short, sharp bursts of pleasure-pain hit their mark. That’s more like it. Someone found the crops.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
You feel yourself beginning to sink into the rhythm again, the hot flesh around your ass pulsing from each impact. You can feel the fabric of your panties growing damper and damper, your sticky juices collecting on the thick black fabric. It wouldn’t take much - just a touch… As though sensing your thoughts, a warm, rusted orange glow surrounds your wrists, keeping them pinned in place.
You feel Mutt tugging at your panties, ripping the fabric from your skin with two short, sharp tears. You struggle against the orange glow without a thought, trying your best to stand, to turn around, to make Mutt do - something, anything. A band of orange flares around your neck, forcing your head down beside your wrists.
“i don’t remember tellin’ you to move.” You freeze, your breath coming in ragged pants. You can feel the press of Mutt - still fully clothed, but without the telltale soft fluff of his hood - against the curve of your back. “unless that was you tappin out…” he pauses; you slowly, deliberatly tap once for green. “it seems like someone’s being a bad girl.” You feel the sharp nip of his teeth grazing the back of your neck; you can’t help yourself.
“Please.” You whimper, shame long forgotten. His gravely chuckle has you shivering all over again.
“begging for mercy already?” He taunts, keeping the pressure of his bones against You consisted and unfulfilling. You shake your head in denial.
“No, no, no. More. Please. More.” You can feel his pelvis pulling back, all pressure leaving your bare ass and dripping lips. In your lust-driven haze, you can’t sense his disappointment. As he shakes his head, ready to pull away, you push back once again- not your hands or ass, but this time, baring your neck to him. “Please, Mutt. Please. Please.”
The moment stretches on for an eternity, neither of you moving. Holding yourself still, you force yourself not to ask again. As you feel the brush of his razor-sharp, gold incisors against the delicate column of your neck, you feel yourself relax into your bonds once more. You keen desperately, a chant of more and please falling from your lips.
“oh aren’t you just precious.” His teeth press more firmly against your neck, nipping, licking with teasing strokes of his glowing tongue, before finally setting at the juncture between your neck and collarbone. He bites down slow, steady, relentlessly. You can feel your skin drawing taut. The sharp pull splits, his teeth breaking the skin in one delicious, pleasure-pain burst.
A single ringer traces down your mound. Your lips tremble as he feels the clear, sticky substance dribbling from your core. Losing yourself to the sensation of his touches - his teeth in your flesh, his tongue lapping at the sluggish trickle of blood, a single finger at your entrance, you can feel your legs trembling as that finger glides in deep, deeper, deeper with ease.
“someone’s excited.” You feel the finger curling within you, rubbing against that soft, spongy spot deep within. Warmth builds from the base of your stomach; you can feel the pressure building.
“N-no, stop!” You whimper, squeezing down. Your palm slaps twice against the smooth, red fabric. “Yellow.” Mutt freezes; you clench your walls around him. “I-I” You stammer, trying to find your words. “I can’t hold it. I’m sorry.” You can feel tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. “I’m sorry. I-“
His breath puffs against your neck, making you shudder and whimper. “oh someone is trained after all.” He licks at the wound at your throat once more. “are you goin’ ta beg for it, darlin? do you want to come?” He nips at your earlobe, tongue snaking out to lick at your cheek.
You shake your head, forcing the words down. “no? you don’t want to come?” He sounds confused, his voice losing some of its gravely edge. You shake your head again.
“Want doesn’t matter.” You try to explain. “Can’t-good girls wait for permission. Not…” You gulp, your throat feeling unbearably dry. “Being selfish and-and bad and greedy and-“ strong hands flip you over, the orange-red glow around your wrists and neck gone in an instant. The familiar, dizzying pull of Mutt’s teleporting overcoming you. Sharp teeth cut you off mid-sentence. The soft brush of satin sheets feels cool against your still burning thighs and buttocks. You gasp, giving Mutt access to push his tongue in deeper, coaxing yours into submission.
“i like your control, but not that train of thought darlin’.” You feel the squirming fear of failure overtaking the burn of excitement. “i want to see - hear - taste you. when you feel close, I want to hear those pretty lips beggin for it. can you do that for me?” He forces your chin up, orange eyelights meeting your lowered gaze.
“Yessi-Mutt” you correct yourself with a wince, biting your own lip in punishment.
“none of that now.” He pinches at your cheek, forcing you to release your own lip. “can you be a good girl for me?” You nod, desperate to please.
You can feel his finger - just one - return to your mound. Unsure of what to do with your hands now they are free, they flutter uncertainty. You have the overwhelming urge to pull at the leash dangling from his collar, to force his head down, to feel just what that tongue can do. Arching your hips, you force your hands behind you, resting them at the small of your back. Not yours to touch. Be good.
Mutt lets out a pleased growl. You watch as he crawls down your body, his gaze still locked on yours. You want to break it, to look away. You can’t. You can feel each ridge as he pushes in unbelievably slow. You let out a long, high-pitched keen as a rough tip massages your g-spot from within, his second hand raising to press against your mound. You groan loudly; it takes every ounce of your willpower not to move, to beg, to twitch just so and cover his hand with your essence.
You can’t bare it any longer. “P-please. So close. Please, Mutt.” You plead. His lazy smile takes on a sharp, pleased edge. “oh darlin; only had to ask.”
Your breath leaves you in a single woosh as his finger withdraws, three slamming in hard and fast and deep. The rough touch of his knuckles pounds against your sensitive outer lips as he drives in again and again. Your mouth drops open in a wordless scream; you can feel the overwhelming pleasure mounting. You thrash, trying your best to stay still, to remain in place, to be a good girl for him.
“Too good, too good, too good.” It doesn’t even register as you chant your pleasure. Mutt takes your words to heart. You feel the sharp nip of his golden fangs on your quivering clit, his pounding never slowing or faltering. Everything feels too good; it’s missing that edge that you need, that touch of pain to make the pleasure that much sweeter.
You feel his other hand forcing its way beneath you; you moan loudly as Mutt scrapes roughly at the marks littering your ass and thighs. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge.
“So close. Please, please can I-“ you beg, tears pooling. You realise your eyes are clenched tightly shut; you force them open, refusing to dishonour Mutt by missing a second of his masterful, worshipping tough.
He lifts his head, hands still stroking you inside and out. You can feel the damp, hot brush of his breath playing over your nub. His hands drift lower, leaving behind the red hot flesh to dip between your spread cheeks. His finger teases at the dry rim of your hole. You clench; not there you want to beg. Mutt curled his fingers within your cunt; you see stars. Closer and closer, you can feel it building.
“Please. PLEASE. I can’t hold it. Please, can I. Please please Mutt. Need your permission. Can’t come without permission. Please.” You’re near incoherent as you beg, your desire to come warring with the deeply ingrained need to please.
You feel the hard, relentless push of a skeletal finger breaching your tight sphincter, forcing its way relentlessly within. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream; his fingers massage your g-spot from within, wringing every inch of pleasure from your greedy pussy.
“come.” The command has barely left his tongue when you feel yourself plummeting over the edge; too much, too deep, too pleasurable - the perfect balance of pain and discomfort, the burning stretch of your tight little ass, the sloppy gape of your fluttering cunt, still so eager to draw him in, to take as much as he will give you and more.
“that’s it. that’s a good toy.” He croons, raising his creamy fingers to press against your lips. Wordlessly, you draw them in, licking each digit clean. You can feel the steady, rhythmic touch as he pets your hair; you’re too lost to your blissful haze to notice when he stops, beyond letting out a confused whimper.
You allow yourself to bask in the warm, floating glow. Just another moment, and I’ll take care of him.You promise yourself, fighting the fuzzy darkness that tries to lull you to sleep. Feels so good. Haven’t felt this good in so long. You manage to pull your arms out from behind you, the effort taking more from you than it should have. Wordlessly, you search for Mutt with your newly freed hands. Just a few minutes of snuggling, then I’ll take care of him.
“YOU’VE DONE WELL, MUTT.”
“thank you, m’lord.”
M-what? You fight against the warm haze as you come down from your happy bubble of subspace, trying to comprehend what you are hearing.
“THIS TOY SEEMS LESS WORTHLESS THAN THE LAST.
“that it does, m’lord.”
“Mutt?” You murmur, confused. Why isn’t he in bed? What… what’s with the shouting?
Reluctantly, you force yourself to sit up. Your eyes are drawn immediately to the throne opposite. What’s Mutt doing over there? It takes a moment for the sight to really register what you are seeing; Mutt, kneeling on the floor, leash ptaut taunt, head lowered. His burnt orange eyelights fix on you, taking every movement of yours in. Beside him sits a smaller, thicker skeleton encased in bulky black and red trimmed leather armour, thigh-high boots shining in the dim light. A crop rests on his leather, short-clad femurs. A smirk - nothing like Mutts - adorns his smug, malicious little face, as he looks at you with an odd mixture of disdain and interest.
Grabbing at the sheets, you throw them across your lap, your cheeks burning once more.
“Who the fuck are you.”
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