Domesticated (VegasxPete)

Chapter 3

I Am Here

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Pete POV.

The house guards unloaded the car and brought everything into our new home. Macau was sitting on the steps of the front entrance with a smile on his face. I lead Vegas up the steps, he held my hand rubbing his thumb softly along the length of my index finger. I could feel him shaking slightly, in an attempt to help him relax I squeezed his hand and looked at him. 

It may have been a bit wrong of me to give him the silent treatment on the ride home as he seemed very distraught and uncertain that I meant to comfort him. As we reached the front door Macau opened his arms and grabbed Vegas from my grip, "big brother, I am so happy you're out of that disgusting hospital, welcome to our new home!" Vegas hugged Macau back, though he didn't say a word. 

Macau looked at my worried face and turned to me, "Pete, I am going to go visit the other families today, is that okay? I'll leave you and Vegas to get settled in better." I glanced between Vegas and Macau a couple times before replying, "that sounds good Macau, thank you, please tell Kinn and Porsche that I say hello, and I will visit them sometime soon." 

Macau nodded his head and winked at me as he skipped down the steps, hopping into my car and driving away fairly quick. I grabbed Vegas' hand once more and led him inside the house, giving him a quick little tour of the kitchen and living spaces. I led him to his room. I say his because we all have our own room, and to be honest I feel like maybe he will prefer to have a space just for him right now.

"Here is your room, all of your stuff is already in here, I did my best to layout everything, I hope you like it." Vegas stopped walking and gripped my hand hard, "My room?" he questioned.

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Vegas POV.

My room? Pete really just told me that this is my room, not our room, but mine. Did I already massively fuck up that he is already leaving me? "Vegas, you're panicking for no reason, yes this is your room. I felt like maybe you would want a space in the house that's only for you. My room is just across the hall." Pete said quickly, obviously noticing the change in my demeanor. 

"Not to mention there is another room in the house I designed myself, just for you and me, that, is our room." He whispered into my ear, I felt my eyes go wide, my body go warm, and my pants getting increasingly tighter. 

Pete laughed, and hugged me close, "would you like to see our room?" I nodded timidly, worried as to what kind of room he designed just for us. He gripped my hand and quickly guided me out of my room, and across the hall to what I would assume would be his room. He closed the door after pulling me in the room behind him. Never letting go of my hand he walked over to a built-in bookshelf in the corner of the room. 

His hand reached on the inside of the shelf, as he turned his head to smirk at me, I heard a click. Just then the shelf began to move and swing inwards like a door, he pulled me in and what I saw was nothing like I've ever imagined. 

The ceiling was tall, there was a wall full of all sorts of sex toys and contraptions. Scandalous painted portraits of Pete were hung on the perimeter scattered throughout the room. In the center of the room was a large round bed lined by a giant cage with ropes and chains hooked on to the sides. The ceiling and walls other than the one full of toys were mirrors, I stood there in shock, paralyzed. 

While part of me felt insanely turned on, another part of me felt a brush of terror overpowering all other emotions. Pete was looking at me as if he was asking for approval of this room he designed as an extension of his own. "Pete" I said slowly, Pete's face dropped, his eyes looked away from me. "Y-you don't like it." Instead of a question he said it more as a statement in which he believed as a fact. 

He turned quickly and I reached for his hand as fast as I could. "No, no, no, wait, wait, please, Pete." He still hadn't turned around, but I gripped his hand hard. "You don't get to walk away from me yet... Pete, baby, I like it, a lot, but I need to know if this was built for us, or for me. I need to know if these are the things you want or if this is something you are doing for me because you believe this is what I expect." 

Pete slowly turned around, tears in his eyes, "I know it probably seems like this is a flashback to the past. This is what I want for us, just you and me, nobody else." I pulled him in to my arms tightly hugging him, "I just don't want you to be afraid of me, I don't want to bring you back to when I was horrible to you and a time when I almost lost you."

Pete hugged me back even tighter, pulling me closer, which I didn't even know it was possible. I lifted his chin and kissed him passionately, to which he in return moved his hands from my lower back to my face. After making out for some time our hands exploring each other's clothed bodies we pulled apart to catch our breaths. 

"I don't want to use this room every time, okay? Only occasionally do I want to come in here, tie you up and aggressively fuck you like there is no tomorrow." I said between breaths. Pete looked at me and I swear to God, I've never seen anyone so damn cute and hot at the same time. The mix of his ruffled hair and adorable tiny smile as he gently nodded his head snuggling his chin in the crevice of my neck. 

"I know, I know, I want that too, you can use this space when you feel I need to be punished." I never thought someone so small could say such a frivolous thing. "Pete, I don't want to do that, I don't want to punish you like before, I've already told you, you're no longer some pet to me. You are the most important person in my life, I don't want to be a bad person anymore. I want to love you; I don't want to hurt you."

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