shackled || dom!male x reader

♡ ten ♡

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"Barista."

I grumbled and rubbed my eyes open. I blinked a few times and saw him. He looked like he just left the shower, wearing a new shirt and he had slightly wet hair. I gave him a grumpy face and grabbed the blanket and went under it.
He chuckled. "Alright. I'll eat breakfast alone." He said, beginning to walk away.
I took the blanket off of my face and looked at him. "You made breakfast?" I asked him. He turned around and looked at me. "It's almost as if I just said that I did." He teased. I smirked at him and got up, that's when something didn't feel right. I looked down and saw that I was wearing one of his shirts. I looked up at him and tilted my head in a 'why the hell' way. "Your sweater got stained." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows angrily at him, then put my feet on the ground.

That's when I got to actually grow conscious. I looked around the room I was in. It looked like his bedroom, it was big and nice. It was clean, surprisingly.
I stood up from the bed. "Ow." I quietly exclaimed and sat back down. I felt soreness in my legs and I looked up at him. "Now I can't walk because of you!" I grumbled. He rolled his eyes and ruffled his damp hair. "You can walk, barista." He said. I gave him a grumpy face. "How will I go to work? To school?" I asked, getting up and walking to him. He looked down at me. And I looked up at him. "You can walk." He repeated again. I smiled softly. "Oh! I can walk!" I repeated after him, then I started going down the stairs with him tailing me from behind.

A nice smell of pancakes overwhelmed my senses, and in that moment, I realized how empty my stomach really was. I licked my lips and followed the smell into the kitchen. I gasped softly in excitement when I saw a plate of pancakes on the island, along with a cup of fruit juice. "Yay! Pancakes." I said with a smile. He came up from behind me and looked down at me. "Yeah well, I don't know what you like. And for aftercare, I decided pancakes were the best option." He explained. I turned around to face him and went on my tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss. "Your big brain works perfectly." I said with a grin, then I went to go sit at the island.

I began eating almost instantly. He went on the other side of the island and leaned against it with both arms crossed and he watched me eat, a cup of coffee in hand. "Enjoy yourself last night?" He asked.
I looked up at him, then thought of last night. I froze and slowly swallowed my bite of pancakes. I felt my whole body grow hot. "Um... It was really good." I said. He gave me a soft smile and took a sip of his coffee.
"But, I am curious, why did you use your fingers and not your... Ya know?" I asked, tilting my head and swiveling in my seat a little
He swallowed his sip of coffee and looked down at me. I was confused cause he stayed quiet for a while. "Oh... Is it that small?" I teased with a grin. He then looked me straight in the eye. "You need to be worthy of it." He said, full of seriousness.

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Worthy?" I asked. He nodded softly. "There's still lots of things you don't know about me. You couldn't even figure out my name yet." He said with a small teasing chuckle. I glared at him. "Tell me your name then!" I complained. He shook his head. "Ladies first." He said. I rolled my eyes. "You're too stubborn for me." I grumbled.
He eyed me up and down. "I wasn't the one that initiated dates, kisses and sex." He said, starting to make his way around the island, next to me. I looked at him and crossed my arms. "And I'm not the one that's too hardheaded to just tell me your damn name, asshole." I snapped, turning my swiveling island chair around to face him.

He placed both of his hands on the island table on either side of me, pinning me in. We both stared at each other.
I got lost in his solid brown eyes again, feeling my face grow hot. His face was serious, unreadable and expressionless as always. "Language." He said quietly. I pursed my lips. "You can't tell me what to say or not to sa-" I began, but he quickly cut me off. "Yes, sir." He corrected me. I looked up at him, and I said "Yes, sir."

I felt weak all of a sudden. Weak... But in a good way? I was never someone to enjoy feeling weak. Now, I want him to do these things to me.

He stared down at me, silent for a bit. I saw not a glare of fear in his eyes. They were filled by nothing but confidence. I was amazed. I grinned. "So, sir. What's your name?" I asked goofily. He took his hands off the table and put them in his pockets. "Classified." He answered.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay fine, but one question." I said, scooting closer to him with my swivel chair. "Hm?" He hummed, still staring at me. I grabbed his arms and leaned up, kissing him deeply, then breaking apart.
He stared down at me. "That wasn't a question." He said. I grinned. "It could be, if I asked If I can do it again." I said, bouncing a bit.

He narrowed his eyes, then walked to the island to get his coffee. "You'll come to learn that kissing is a privilege you earn too." He said, taking a sip. I glared at him. "God, what are you, royalty?" I asked grumpily.

He looked at me with an emotionless expression, shaking his mug in small circles.
"I'm a dominant."