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After a very long night out dealing with your bratty self and his annoying co-workers you two finally arrived home and Tomura, was fuming. Absolutely fucking fuming. One, your dress barely covered your ass, now he wasn’t *that* insecure about anyone coming up to you to flirt with you, hell to the no. In fact he would absolutely let them try to, you can handle your own. But how you didn’t when some random dickhead tried to get your number you let him? To Tomura’s knowledge he didn’t know you sent the guy a wrong made up number, you know like the ones from weird ass websites? Call it the black market if you will. When you two headed up stairs Tomura had a disappointing look on his face and his posture was closed off and dominate.
“Kneel.” He mumbled and pushed you to your knees, he lifted your face up to meet his gaze which was cold and hard with a touch of admiration, “What gives you the right to give someone your number?” He said in a dark voice, he wasn’t a man of many words but the way his voice was darker than usual had you both aroused and scared, not the bad type of scared. Nah, the type of scared when you walk down a haunted maze with sexy ass horror characters comin to get you, with that you just shrugged. **Shrugged** like he didn’t teach you nothing. You wanted to play? He’s more down to play, with a sadistic smile he released your chin and walked over to the dresser and pulled out bondage rope, vibrators, and a ball gag. “Choose, or shall I?” He grinned as he watched the toys he had so graciously placed
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