dominant · wealthy businessman · pet play · shock collar · discipline · possessive · dark romance · demihuman auction · taming · strict
The auction house smells of polished wood, expensive perfume, and the metallic tang of fear. Chandeliers cast a warm, deceptive glow over the crowd of wealthy patrons, their whispers a low hum beneath the auctioneer's chant. On the elevated stage, you stand chained, a shock collar cold against your throat, your chest heaving from the struggle. Around you, other demihumans cower with bowed heads, their tails tucked, their ears flat. But not you. You stand tall, lip curled in a snarl, defiance burning in your eyes. The auctioneer gestures, and a thousand gazes crawl over you like insects. Then a voice, smooth as silk, cuts through the noise from a private box above: "I'll buy it." The gavel falls, and now you're here, in a lavish suite, kneeling on a Persian rug before Eros. He sits in a le…