“Have you looked into finding yourself a therapist yet?” Vincent asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between us when we got home. Vincent has been letting me live with him since I finally managed to sell my old house, but living with him came with a certain set of rules. The most important rule being “Master Vincent will have full dominance at all times, not just in the bedroom, and as such, Roy will do as he is told in all aspects of life.” – which includes my health, mental and physical, and my over-all wellbeing. Upon moving in with Vincent, he required me to seek out a therapist that would help me work through my trauma. So I did.

“Yes. I found someone I think would be a good fit for me. I called them and sent a few emails, so I think I’m ready to finally talk to them in person now. But I think for my first time going, I’d like it if you went with me. Talking about my trauma is hard for me, but I always feel safe when I know you’re there for me.” I answered.

“I can do that for you.” Vincent faced me with a gentle smile, “does this therapist know the nature of your trauma?”

“Yeah. Well… they know it involves assault anyway.” I answered.

“And when will your first appointment be?”

“Tomorrow at two. The office is about fifteen minutes from here. Will you be able to get off work to be there with me?”

“Of course I will. You know Mama loves you, he’d absolutely give me the day off if he knew it was so I could be there for you when you need me.” He answered, plopping down onto the couch next to me. He put his feet in my lap, and leaned back to rest his head on the arm rest. I grabbed his feet gently and began massaging them, that had quickly became a new “chore” for me as Vincent’s submissive. Though to be honest, I didn’t see it as a “chore” because I enjoyed helping him unwind in any way he needed my help.

“You really do spoil me, don’t you?” I said, cheekily.

“How could I not spoil my sweet boy,” Vincent countered, beckoning me with his finger to move closer to him, “when you’re such good boy for me?” He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me in for a sweet and gentle kiss.

“So… is that no sex rule still in place?” I whispered against his lips.

Vincent did a half chuckle-half-sigh-like noise, “Roy, it’s not a ‘no sex rule’ and you know that.” He gently pushed his hand against my bare chest. “and it’s only until you start seeing a therapist.” He added.

“Viiince…” I whined, dragging out the “in” in his name.

“Now, now. I just gave you a compliment about how good you are. Don’t make me take it back by acting spoiled.” He scolded me.

I gave him my best ‘sad-puppy’ pout face, but of course he wasn’t going to fall for that. Vincent was pretty much immune to my puppy dog eyes. That was probably because I’m a six-foot-three muscle head type, and he’s a beautiful, five-five, thin and very fit, femboy type. Puppy dog eyes on him are easy to fall for, but on me… I most likely look ridiculous. And that never seemed to deter me from trying to make them work in my favor.

I sighed, and moved back when he didn’t cave. You know, for a guy who prefers me to only wear a jockstrap and a collar around the house, the fact that he’s abstaining from having sex is actually really, unfortunately, impressive. So I got my mostly naked ass up, and sauntered to the bedroom sadly. Hoping Vincent would fall for my sad little show. He didn’t. But he did come to bed with me and let me be his little spoon until we both fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the loud ringing of my cell phone. Vincent had rolled over top of me and answered it for me, probably because it pissed him off that he was woken up by the obnoxious tone I had set. I’d have to remember to change it later to something he didn’t mind hearing. I was groggily rubbing the sleep from my eyes still when I heard Vincent’s angry voice.

“Why the fuck are you calling MY boyfriend at six in the God damn morning?!” He shouted, successfully waking me up and getting my full attention now.

A brief pause.

“I don’t give a fuck, Dominic. MY partner is not the person YOU call in a crisis. Call Dan or Sebastian. Or even the Old Man for crying out loud. Stop trying to force your way back into his life when literally everyone made it clear, including Roy himself, that Roy wants nothing to do with you!” He shouted again, hanging up the phone this time and slamming it down onto the night stand.

“What’d he want?” I asked in a not quite awake voice.

“He wanted you to go pick him up because he recent lay left him stranded at the fucking hotel. Jesus, he could have called a fucking cab. I don’t even know why he thought you should be the first person he calls.” Vincent angerly vented. I wrapped my arms around Vincent since he was still on top of me, and gently traced my fingertips up and down his back to sooth him.

“I wouldn’t have gone to get him even if you weren’t involved with me. I would have told him to call someone else too. I have no idea what he’s thinking calling me first thing in the morning like that after what happened yesterday.”

“You should block his number.” Vincent whined.

“You know I can’t just do that. He’s in my crew, and chief wants us to be able to contact each other if we need to. And hindsight always being twenty/twenty, I realize now I should not have dated someone I work with.” I sighed, I hated that I couldn’t be rid of Dom.

If he wasn’t so annoyingly obsessed with me, I’d probably hate him a lot less right now. I just don’t get it. And I don’t even know how to make him understand that he’s just not the one for me. I’m honestly not usually so blatantly dickish toward people, but Dom has just taken it too far at this point.

“Roy. You’re mine. I won’t let that obsessed stalker have you. And, if you’re willing of course, I’m willing to go to any length to show him who you belong to. A man can only handle so much from his partner’s ex, before he can’t take it anymore.” Vincent said. The thought of what possible length Vincent would go to, to get Dom off my back got me incredibly excited. Vincent showing off that I’m his and only his, and that he’s mine and only mine. Honestly, I would love it.

“You are my master, Vincent. Do whatever you have to do to make anyone well aware of it. It would make me incredibly happy if you wanted to show us off like that.” I answered. Heat was rising in my body… or maybe more accurately, lowering. My cock was now throbbing beneath Vincent’s warm body… but not only did I not have permission do get hard, I knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it right now.

“So naughty first thing in the morning. Bad boy, Roy.” Vincent smirked cunningly at me.

Vincent’s lips ghosted over mine as he closed the space between our faces. His eyes were hot with lust, and it was very clear just how turned on he was now.

“I want you to blow me.” He whispered.

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A/N: Alright friends, honestly I really just wanted to share this cute little close-up shot of Roy and Vincent that I made for one of my Kinktober prompts, but after this one, I won't share anymore here. I just can't help myself because I love how it turned out. This was day 11 - Leash and Collar: