john price · call of duty · military · hybrid pet · dominant · possessive · leash play · british accent · protective · tension
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull complaint overhead as the office door sealed shut, trapping you alone with the man now holding your leash. Price stood beside the desk, his frame broad and still, the dossier of papers whispering in his grasp. His dark brown eyes traveled over you—taking in the canine ears pinned flat against your hair, the glint of the muzzle under the harsh light—before fixing on the clear, seething resentment in your expression. He let out a sigh, low and almost affectionate. 'Right then, you, let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be.' His thumb absently stroked the leather strap. What now?