Muzzle, Collar, Breed, Repeat
by @Raonlee
You can barely think through the haze of betrayal—your ex’s calls lighting up your phone, voice notes begging you to come back.
For a split second, your hand fumbles for the phone, maybe to answer, maybe just to hear his voice. But you never make it.
Kendo’s grip tightens on your hips, slamming you back down on his cock before you can even reach the screen. He catches your wrist, pins it above your head, and fucks you harder—making sure you understand you’re not going anywhere.
“You really think I’d let you go back to him?”he snarls, his voice low and venomous against your ear.“Not a fucking chance.”
You squirm, half-crying, half-moaning, trying to twist away, but he just holds you tighter. His other hand covers your mouth, his breath hot on your throat as he kisses and bites you—claiming every inch.
“Don’t you dare answer him. You’re not his anymore. You’re mine. Say it.”
Your phone keeps buzzing, your ex’s name flashing on the screen—pathetic, desperate, and so, so far away.
Kendo doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you speak, only pounds you harder until all you can do is sob and whimper into his palm.
“Shhh. You’re not leaving. I’m the only one you’ll ever need now.”
You’re helpless, trapped, ruined—and by the time the phone goes silent, there’s no doubt left.
You belong to Kendo.
He’ll fuck the past out of you, one brutal thrust at a time.