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

Chapter 15 [My friend is pretty cute, you should marry her!]

Arthur hunted twenty blonde-haired prisoners for you, and you promptly sent them to your father. As much as you'd love to keep them as trophies, your bedroom was far too pristine for ugly blondes.

Though, part of you did wish one of those heads belonged to Dan. "This—what's the meaning of this?" your father asked, bewildered, as a servant unceremoniously dropped a bag of heads by his desk. "What's the point of bringing them home? You're just making the place filthy."

You crossed your arms, settling into the armchair across from him. "Taxidermy them or something. I want to keep them. Someday I'll return the favor and hunt a few heads for him, too."

He looked at you like you were half-mad, but you held your ground. Clearly, he didn't understand anything about modern relationships. "Fine. I assume you're handling the issue with Darksun?"

You nodded. "Don't worry about it; I'll clean up my mess. If things get worse, I won't involve you—I'll fight alone."

He frowned, displeased. "I'm your father. If it gets too much to handle, just come back home. I'll handle those snobby tech giants myself. Rich or not, we don't lose."

You chuckled, a pang of warmth stirring as you took in his resolve. You knew he'd protect you no matter what, but that unconditional love... well, you couldn't say it extended to your darling. 'Maybe we should just get married?' The thought flickered through your mind, exciting you terribly. Summer was barely halfway through, and though you were still young, you wanted to possess him completely—mind, heart, and soul.

'Ah, these thoughts are troublesome.' You shook yourself, banishing images of keeping Arthur in your bedroom, his perfect body collared with the metal leash you'd given him. Fluffy handcuffs would look beautiful on his wrists, too. And a tail. 

You grinned at the idea of him wagging it like a true pet. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Your father's voice snapped you from your thoughts, dragging you back. You tried to scrub your mind clean of those filthy thoughts, though your desire to buy him a cute tail lingered.

"Yes, Father. I'll be going now; I'm... preoccupied."

He scoffed. "As long as you don't turn him into another Jeremy, it should be fine."

Your face darkened. "Arthur is nothing like that man. Unlike Jeremy, he knows how to please me." You shivered at the memory of Jeremy's habit of slipping into women's clothes. Claiming to love you yet only giving half of himself—how satisfying it had been to make his collar permanent ink on his skin, even if he wore it proudly now, like a peacock parading a cursed fate. He could self-destruct, and you'd only look away. 

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The Darksun banquet arrived faster than you'd anticipated, and you stood in front of the mirror, admiring a floor-length gown. It was simple, black, but something about the way it hugged you made you feel absolutely ravishing. There was a knock at your door. "Young miss, your... dog is waiting."

Hearing the servant call him your dog brought pleasure to your ears. "Come in," you said softly, keeping your eyes on yourself. You wished you could read Arthur's mind. The dress looked tame enough for the banquet, but in the dim lighting of your room, it was practically see-through, a thin veil wrapped tightly around you. The door opened, and Arthur stepped in. You turned with a playful smile, watching his body tense. Your beautiful dog was wearing a muzzle—a delightful touch. Immediately, you noticed his eyes darken as he took in your silhouette.

"You look beautiful, Archie," you purred.

Arthur's brow furrowed with concern, yet he stayed rooted in place, his breaths shallow. "[First Name]," he murmured.