Mothman and others. 18+

Pressure

Pressure with Bo Sinclair

She/Them x Bo

Choking, creampies, and biting—Bo is a soft dog, but he's ready to be harsh.

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It was always an interesting day in Ambrose. Bo was always working in the shop, and I was usually in the front office handling paperwork and finances for him and the boys.

It was hot as hell in Ambrose in the fall, but with how Bo liked to spoil me, he let me wear the nicest sundresses, and today was no different. I wore a nice yellow sundress that he bought. It was frilly and cute, perfectly made for me. Bo even bought me stockings and white flats.

I almost didn't wear the white stockings and shoes today since I was working with Bo in the shop; however, he pressed his lips to my neck and said softly,

"Wear it; it'll motivate me while I work."

I did, knowing he would fuck me until we both couldn't move for hours. His glances were not unnoticed as he watched the occasional clients come in and out of the shop. Some left their cars, only to be taken by others. The few that stayed in town were charmed by Bo; the flirt would stare at the women who wore practically nothing as I sat in the office, ignoring the flirts of the other men who came into the office.

I was filing paperwork.

He was chatting me up. Irritating the hell out of me

Staring at me in my yellow dress, the marks on my neck were obvious signs that I was claimed. I glared at them, softly telling them with gritted teeth what they needed to do.

"Thank you," I snarled, my eyes narrowing at the man; he was attractive, but not my brother. This man was nothing like my Bo; he was built sure, with blonde hair almost like some beach boy. I was barely keeping myself in check before I felt the beach boy's hand on my shoulder.

"You should get a good man who won't hurt you like that." The man said it with a hardness that almost felt pitiful. I glared at him before slapping his hand off of me.

"Touch me again and-" I heard the shotgun cocking before I dove to the ground. The hot blood and loud bang from it made my ears ring as I put my hands to my ears.

"Mouse?" I heard his voice screaming, only to be shut up by another loud bang. My ears were finally starting to stop ringing as I felt a hand on my neck. I heard his voice again, sounding more frantic, and I felt the hand on my neck squeezing softly.

"Mouse? Mouse? Are you okay?" I felt my heart pounding as I was pulled up. There was blood everywhere on the papers and the desk. My desktop was soaked, but I was paying attention to it as I stared at Bo. His eyes were worried, and I felt the pounding in my head. The wetness on my face wasn't tears.

Blood.

Bo stared me down as I felt that pounding slowly begin to slow down. His hand was on my neck, not squeezing but caressing me as he watched my panic slowly melt away. His mouth remained a firm line as I reached for his hand; there was a warmth to it that was almost burning as I put it to my face.

"I'm okay," I said softly. His thumb rubbed against my cheek, and I felt that possessiveness from him begin to show as his thumb felt my pulse throb, then it quickened as he spoke softly.

"Alright, let's go home for now." His eyes were still holding that worry as I watched him pull himself away from me, and I stared back into his dark eyes. Trusting eyes—they were always eyes I could trust as I took his hand and followed him at his side, strolling with him back to our shared house.