•°Marry My Stalker °•[M!sub x F!dom Reader]

Chapter 13

When you were five years old you met Jeremy, a whimpy snot nosed kid who was a notorious snitch. You didn't like him much but you didn't care for him, only meeting him on special occasions or at formal events.

When you were ten he was a bit better, at least he didn't cry all the time, and he wasn't so pathetic.

But when you were fifteen he became a bit different. He, like most of the boys in his standing were bullies and you were not the most popular kid out there. So when you had to transfer to his high school only to realise he had grown a pair and was going to pretend he didn't know you, you decided your dog needed some training.

And now, this dog was one you did not want anymore.

You sat naked in the conservatory, a towel was draped around your shoulders, your legs were crossed and you were watching the clean up. A fake fire had persuaded the party goers to leave and the owner of the estate had been settled by Jeremy.

All that was left to do was to clean Arthur up and get rid of the body, you might have been comfortable with blood, but it was his first kill. You made sure he enjoyed it, but still you worried for him.

Jeremy pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. He used to smoke, but after a session with lit cigarettes he decided to not smoke anymore. You can't say you were a good master to him, but you made him into a rather competent man. Your eyes lingered on his neck, he was now showing off his collar like a prize. At least you learnt your lesson, no more tattoos for collars, you were too young and naive, thinking the both of you would be together forever.

He said nothing at first, his eyes were on his men, as if waiting for them to accidentally steal a glance at you, daring them to test his patience. But they knew better, they'd rather gouge their eyes out than to be caught looking at you when you were nude.

You did train him well, what a shame.

"You have overindulged this time, you killed someone quite significant." He said, he toddled his blonde hair, his eyes were weary as he looked at you, but you could see his body's reaction through his pants.

Blood was the fabric he liked you wearing the most.

"Oh? Is he a Carter?"

He shook his head, "Darksun. They have just one heir, it probably wasn't a good idea to kill him."

You mused at this, so what? They could come at you all they want. Unlike families sitting under the sun, families in the shadows were not afraid to kill.

"You can tell them I killed the boy, Archie is my dog, I'll clean up after him."

Jeremy frowned, clearly unhappy with your words, but you didn't care.

"Do you think he'd still want to be with you after this? He's not like us, he's not me. He won't be dragged into your plots so easily."

You smirked but you didn't bother to tell him, that Arthur was not a normal person. He was twist, just a little, and all you had to do was to twist him fully and form him in your hands. You were excited to see what kind of monster you would raise in the future.

"Run a shower and get me a change of clothes."

He nodded and signalled to one of his men. You were cleaned up in a few minutes and a towel with a fresh set of pjs were waiting for you. You looked at the outfit and your eye twitched. Since the last time you lost a little bit of weight, yet the clothes still fit perfectly, you wondered if he secretly weighed you in your sleep or something. You decided to gain weight this time, to throw him off.

Putting on the pink top as soft white trousers you weee given a pair of bunny slippers. At least he didn't know you didn't like those much anymore.

When you got out Arthur was waiting for you outside in the hallway, you immediately checked his eyes to see how he was feeling and seeing his clear gaze directed at you, you couldn't be any prouder.