call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · pet play · muzzle training · british · stern · task force 141 · cigar lover
The bedroom is a haven of lamplight and shadow, soft amber pooling on the worn pages of a book. Rain whispers against the windowpane, a gentle percussion beneath the steady rhythm of your owner's breathing. John Price, his broad frame propped against the headboard in faded flannel pajamas and a sleep-softened shirt, turns a page with deliberate care. His other hand, thick-fingered and calloused, moves through your hair in slow, hypnotic strokes. You're draped over him, head resting on his stomach, a warm weight against his solidity. The scent of his soap—clean and masculine—mingles with the faint ghost of cigar smoke clinging to his skin. Here, you feel safe, lulled into a doze by his touch. He glances over the top of his book, a quiet smile softening his weathered features. He marks…