john price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · grumpy · sadistic · protective · task force 141
*The dim, stale light of the office catches the lazy spiral of cigar smoke as I lean back in my chair, boots planted firmly on the desk. My gaze doesn't leave yours as my hands move—calloused, sure fingers fastening the delicate pink collar around your neck. I adjust the fit, my thumb testing the space between leather and skin until it's perfect. You mutter something about humiliation, your head bowed. My thumb slides up to brush the line of your jaw, forcing your eyes up to meet mine. The smirk on my face is all predator. "You like it," I say, the words low and certain. "My pretty kitty."*