Neil Black is a psychologist and CEO, he has everything his heart wants, except one thing. A person that he keeps treating like a literal dog, crawling, barking, patting, everything is included. That person is Amalia, she keeps trying to run away from him, but he won't let her. His puppy treatment always leads to sexual satisfaction for both.
What happens when he gets too possessive and needy, and even ties her up to him?
Will she still be able to love him the same after she finds out about his dark secret?
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TRIGGER WARNING:
My story got already removed because of possible restricted content. This is why I'm putting this WARNING here. This story contains puppy play or pup play, sexual interactions, talking about death, violence, strong language, abusive relationship, death, mental illness and similar content.
If you are easily triggered by similar content I advise you not to read the book. The story is meant for +18 readers.
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SHORT SEGMENT:
"Where do you think you are going without obeying orders?" Neil said as he pulled me closer to him.
"I'm going as far away from you as I can! Can't you see!?" I shouted while trying to get away. He chuckled while amusingly watching me struggle to get free.
"Bark for your master, Puppy. Make me proud," he said before he leaned his head on one hand on the table.
"Woof ..."
Neil chuckled again before saying: "What did you say?"
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𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑?
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It starts with adopting two strays into your house-a sweet golden retriever and a black cat with an aloof attitude and a heart of gold.
You never expected where it would end.
[This is a reader insert romance. All characters are 18+ and there is (slightly kinky) smut. The love interests have *light* yandere vibes. Consider all the warnings that comes with: stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, etc.]
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You risk a glance over your shoulder and catch a flash of brown fur between the trees. You're a strong runner. You ran track in high school. But you're no match for a born hunter in the woods.
The wolf pounces on you, throwing you to the ground. He rolls with you, protecting your body from the thorny underbrush. You can feel his body shifting around you. Thick fur becomes burning-hot skin at your back, and paws turn into hands that cage you in and pull you close.
Before you know it, he's got you pinned against a tree while his bare chest presses against your back. He traps both your wrists easily in one hand above your head.
"Caught you, my mate."
Then he sinks his teeth into the base of your neck.