Shifter Domination Complete Set

Darius has never been good with letting go of the things he wants but isn't supposed to have.

No one is good at telling him that he can't have what he wants.

So he kept her. He locked her up in his apartment and hired private tutors for her. He bought her gifts, clothes and toys, expensive jewelry and all the books she wanted. And in exchange, she stays his prisoner.

"You're not supposed to leave the house, Aria," he says.

She whimpers and nuzzles her face to his neck. "I know, Master. I'm sorry," she admits. "I won't do it again. Promise." Her tail is all curled up around her waist, the tip nestling between her breasts. He knows if she isn't busy clinging to him, she would be playing with the tip and chewing on the end.

His heart clenches. "Poor baby," he coos. "Were you scared?"

Her heartbeat ratchets up as she nods.

"What were you scared of?" he asks.

"I- I was very high up," she whispers, trembling a little.

"Yeah?"

She nods again and clings tighter to him. "I didn't want to fall, Master Darius."

"And you didn't," he reassures her, his hand flat on the small of her back, letting her lean her weight against him. The street lights flashes into the car and gives her pale skin a silvery glow. All curled up in his lap, her tummy stretches her shirt a little and he can't help but bring his palm to it, curling around the softness with a pleased rumble.

"I'm here now. There's nothing to be scared of, okay?" he says, secretly a little glad that her one adventure out of the door is one that ended in disaster. It would give her even less reason to leave at all. She has gained a little weight since he stole her. He tugs up her shirt and rubs her tummy a little, feeling it give a gurgling sort of rumble.

Her cheeks color. "I'm hungry," she whispers defensively when it does it again, like bubbles bursting on his hand.

"Poor baby," he says, circling her belly button. It's not a very pronounced belly, probably only present because she's not used to lounging around all day, finding different spots near windows to sunbath like a lazy cat. His chest rumbles. "Poor hungry baby. Should I feed you?" he asks.

She nods eagerly, beaming up at him like he hung the moon.

It almost makes him feel bad for saying, "Bad kitties don't get food though, do they?" Almost.

Her eyes begin to water immediately and she lets out a little pleading mewl that goes straight to his cock. "Please, Master Darius?" she whimpers.

"Hmm? What do you want to eat then, baby?" he asks, caving so quickly that he should be ashamed of himself, but he can't even go that much. Her smile is incandescent.

"I want- I want that rice and fish thing you brought last time. The tiny snacks? Sasha?"

"Sushi," he chuckles and taps his knuckles on the divider to give his driver instructions to pick up dinner on the way home.

Chapter Four: Tongue

Aria likes doing housework.

She knows they can afford house-cleaning service. And they have a dishwasher so there's really no need for her to be washing her plates individually with soapy water and a brush that's biting into her soft palms. But it's nice. She likes doing mundane things. It makes her feels like things are in her control. And she knows for a fact that Master Darius doesn't like hiring outside help to come into the house either. He's made so many changes to keep her in his life, like move into a smaller living space that is easier to clean and keep an eye on her so she doesn't get hurt by strangers, hire bodyguards at the gates, and refused to rent out the three floors downstairs so that they wouldn't get any neighbors. He even stopped talking to his twin, who he says is an unpleasant man and he wouldn't subject anyone to him, much less someone as sweet as her.

She still blushes when she thinks about that conversation.

Master Darius owns the entire building they're living in. The subsequent thirty floors are rented to his pack members and employees too, but none of them are allowed anywhere near the top floor where she's at. She's grateful but also a little unhappy about that because it keeps her from making new friends. When she was younger, she would fantasize about moving into house with a white picket fence and two dogs in their garden, exchanging recipes with the neighbors and trying each other's freshly made cookies. She used to fantasize a lot. There's not much she's allowed to do back then because she's not allowed to go to school. She's not allowed to leave the basement.

She's so grateful for Master Darius, who buys her everything she wants and then some. The apartment downstairs has so many books it's almost like a library now. She spends days rearranging everything to her liking, cleaning every nook and cranny and making sure that their house is perfect when Master Darius comes home.

She spends a lot of time cooking too, trying new recipes and tossing away experiments that aren't successful. Master Darius had hired a chef to teach her a few months ago, but he ended up being a little too friendly for Master Darius's taste. He does this a lot, hire people to come tutor her and then get upset when the house begins to smell like strangers instead of just the two of them.

She doesn't mind it too terribly. She knows Master Darius has a very powerful nose and he doesn't like smelling other people in his territory. She supposes she's part of his territory too. In any case, it's not like the lessons are much help for her. She's not smart enough to understand most of it and most days, she kind of just wants to find a nice patch of sun to bask in. She likes doing housework though.

Master Darius likes to joke that she makes a good housewife and she always blushes when he jokes about it, inclining to agree. Were it not for the chains on her ankles and the collar around her neck, she would easily be mistaken for a shy housewife who doesn't leave her home very often instead of a pet. Master Darius doesn't treat her like a pet, though. He treats her well, buys her all the things she wants and doesn't make her do anything that she's uncomfortable with.