ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

The Sweet Surrender of Silence (forces me to live alone) 4

!! this chapter has a general trigger warning for domestic abuse and controlling tactics !!

"What do you mean it's not done yet?" Connor snarled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well I mean, it is technically done. I'm just waiting on the pasta and then it'll be ready to serve," Liam tried to explain.

"That doesn't sound ready to me, Liam. God, I gave you ONE thing to do and you fuck it up. All I wanted was to come home from work and have a pleasant meal— on time." Connor stepped closer to the sub, making sure to invade the smaller man's personal space.

"I'm sorry— if you just waited a few more minutes—"

"Excuse you? Are you telling your Dom what to do?" Liam shook his head vigorously, but it was already too late.

"I think my disrespectful little sub needs a few more training sessions, is that right?" Connor sneered while taking both of Liam's wrists in his large hands and pulling him out of their small kitchen.

"No Connor, please. I'm sorry— really I wasn't trying to tell you what to do," Liam tried, but The Dom wasn't having any of it.

Connor tossed Liam roughly to the floor of their bedroom. "Strip. I want you completely bare by the time I've got the box ready."

Liam's eyes grew wide at Connor's words. "Connor please, I'm sorry." He was on the verge of tears at the thought of being trapped in his head box for however long Connor thought was necessary.

He hated being at Connor's complete disposal for God knows how long, only to come back up with bruises he didn't know the meaning of and an ache in his backside he didn't quite remember participating in. Once Connor had kept him down for three days straight— causing Liam to miss an important interview and spiral into one of the worst subdrops he had ever experienced.

"I swear to God Liam if you don't strip within the next 5 minutes, the box will be the least of your concern," Connor threatened.

"Okay okay," Liam sniffled. His hands shook as they worked to unbutton his shirt. He tried to go a bit slow so he could focus on his breathing and call on his instincts to help him cope.

Here he had a big, strong and healthy Dominant in front of him— asking for him to obey, to be good. He could be good. He was a good sub, he was a good boy.

By the time Liam had pulled off his jeans he could tell he was nearly there. He could feel the familiar haze heavily clouding his mind and his entire body felt as though it was floating.

"See? I knew you could do it," A deep voice rumbled from above him.

A dopey smile sat lightly on his lips as he stared up at The Dom. His Dom.

Connor brushed a hand lightly through Liam's hair before tugging harshly at the thick curls, causing the sub to cry out in a mixture of pain and confusion.

"Now sit still," Connor instructed.

Liam nodded along easily, but couldn't stop his body from tensing up as he registered Connor's large hand on the back of his neck.

"I said sit still."

Liam hadn't realized he jerked his head away at the last second until Connor's hands found his shoulders and hauled Liam back into his kneeling position.

"Now. Be a good boy and hold your head up."

The feeling of his own breath fanning the thick, metal interior of his head box always made the sub a bit nauseous. If only he would learn to breathe through the single opening that was provided for his nose, then maybe the time he spent locked up would be more enjoyable. His Dom did say Liam always seemed to find a way to complicate things.