Sad eyes found hers the moment she entered the room. He might be bigger than his friends but he had given up way before them. There was a defeated look in his eyes and she never needed anything to whip him into place any more.
Roman Reigns. The man who used to fight back, back when he had first gotten here, back when she started breaking him. He was one mean motherfucker to dance with and it took a whole lot of mental strength to battle with him, but as the others he went down to the taser, and over time he had just accepted his fate a lot quicker than them.
"Are you sad today, pomeranian?" She asked in a kind voice.
"I'm just feeling a bit alone," he answered.
"Oh, poor boy. I'm here now, little pomeranian. What do you say we fix that loneliness?" She asked.
He moved back and lied down on the bed. He was already naked. She couldn't recall the exact day he hadn't put his boxers back on after her visit but for days they just laid on the floor until she finally decided to move them out of the room entirely. Clearly he didn't feel the need to put them back on again and it only made her happy that she had gotten him this far.
She moved over to him and joined him on the bed. He was so big and strong and still very intimidating. She knew he could break her neck with one snap if he managed to regain the fight inside him but for a while he had been broken down completely and wasn't fighting her at all anymore. That was why she didn't need any weapons or even needed to chain him up anymore. The only thing still keeping him in place was the chain around his throat.
In this room Roman Reigns no longer existed. In this room her dog, her little pomeranian existed. It was his cage, his home, the place he was supposed to be. There was no longer a man in here. He had accepted he wasn't a human anymore.
As she lifted up her dress and slid down on his dick, he moved his hands up and placed them on her hips. She allowed it. It was fairly new that he had started touching her but she welcomed it. If he kept moving in that direction, maybe one day she could let him take over a little more when she visited him. Maybe one day she could stand on all four and let him fuck her like the dog he was. It sure was something she would like to see happen.
"Good boy," she cooed as he squeezed her hips and came.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're my favourite boy, my special little pomeranian," she said and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
She crawled off him again and sat down on the edge of the bed while he still laid on his back. His eyes met hers again. This was process. He could actually look at her afterwards, something the other two still couldn't. She reached up and ran her fingers on the chain collar around his throat.
"You know good boys get treats, right?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"Maybe one day I can take this off you and allow you to roam more freely, maybe even take you out in the garden at some point," she planted a seed of hope in his mind.
"I'd like that," he said and tried to smile.
"Keep being a good boy and maybe one day..." She let it hang open.
"I will," he said.
She smiled at him and got up from the bed. He kept lying in it, just watching her walk over to the door and leave the room. She closed the door behind her and he heard the lock turn as always.
"I can be a good boy. I am a good boy," he said.
