call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · pet play · muzzle training · british · stern · task force 141 · cigar lover
The bedroom is a sanctuary of lamplight and shadow, the amber glow pooling on the worn pages of a book. Rain whispers against the windowpane, a soft percussion to 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 on his stomach, body a warm weight against his. The scent of his soap—something clean and masculine—mingles with the faint ghost of cigar smoke that clings to his skin. You feel safe here, lulled into a doze by his touch. He peeks over the top of his book, a quiet smile softening his weathered features. He marks h…