Control Freak

Considering it was just the two of them, TJ and Robert normal ate every meal in the breakfast nook right next to the kitchen instead of the larger ornate dining room out of convenience. With the dark colors and furniture, the room looked smaller than it truly was, and Robert set up the lighting to shine more over one of the heads of the table so that he would appear more in control than he already was. Because god forbid anyone made the mistake of thinking as them and him being equals, the domineering bastard. They only touched that dining room if they had guests or some sort of party, or they needed to discuss something with the business with as much room for laying out paperwork as they could get.

But no paper was laid out between them, just dinner.

TJ knew something was up, but was still trying to figure out what has going through Robert's mind tonight. He going on about work; despite them being co-owners, Robert had always insisted on doing everything and him staying home, something about wanting to spoil him. Whatever, as long as he was kept up-to-date about what was happening, TJ was fine with it. Being spoiled was quite nice, and left him with plenty of time to do what he wanted.

Robert was planning something, though, he just couldn't figure it out.

"I have a proposal for you," Robert finally spoke. "I've been thinking it over for months and how you would take it, but I think you'll like it."

"What kind of proposal?" TJ asked. "Because is this about buying one of our competitors I'm not changing my mind—"

"No, not that. I already know you're not budging on that," Robert chuckled. "C'mon, close your eyes."

TJ rolled his eyes, but complied. He waited, leaning back as Robert reached into his back pocket. He opened the black velvet box, looking at the inside one more time to appreciate the fine detail. He paid a hefty amount of money for a custom made one of these, and it was definitely worth it. He placed the box on the table and slid it across.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

TJ opened his eyes and looked at what was placed in front of him. Inside a black velvet box, resting on a plush white silk pillow, was a thick, dark red collar, decorated with embedded with sparkling diamonds and a silver buckle.

"What do you think?"

"Robert, what the hell is this?"

"It's a collar."

"That's not what I meant," TJ pinched the bridge of his nose. "I swear I never know what's going on in your head."

"Hear me out," Robert said. "You already know how possessive I get about you, but I've had this itch lately about it that I couldn't figure out. And I think that you wearing this would fix it."

"So you want me to wear a dog collar of all things?"

"Pretty much," said Robert. "I don't think it's that far from everything else we do."

There wasn't much TJ could say to argue that point. They were into more than their fair share of kinky shit. So much so that the biting, the hair pulling, the candlewax dripping, the choking, all that was their vanilla. Still, there was something about it all manifesting into a physical item that he would have to wear made TJ pause.

"This is a lot," he said. "I need to think about it. Are you done eating?"

Robert wasn't, but since TJ was looking for an excuse to leave the room, he nodded and let the shorter male take his plate into the kitchen. That could've gone better, but it could've gone a lot worse, too. Robert waited in the dining room until he heard the sink. Turning off his phone, he tucked it into his pocket and joined him in the kitchen.

"A collar, really? Really?" TJ mumbled. He heard Robert come in and stand behind him.

"I can't help it, babe. I have way too big of an ownership kink," Robert said. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around TJ's waist and resting his head on his shoulders. "And so do you."

It was nice when they stood or laid like this, with Robert's arms wrapped around him. The fact that Robert was taller added to the protectiveness and possessiveness that he exuded towards him. There was nowhere else he felt more safe than in Robert's hold.

"You don't see the way they look at you," Robert whispered in his ear. "When we go to business parties, you don't notice."

Thinking back to it made Robert's blood start to boil. They went to business events together; they were co-owners of the business after all. It only made sense for them to split up and talk to different potential business partners and make connections, all that boring shit. Being the possessive partner he was, Robert always kept an eye on him from across the room. TJ was better at establishing connections than he was, and Robert appreciated that, but when he turned to walk away or join him, Robert couldn't care less about those connections. Not with the way they looked at him with his back turned.

Robert wanted to strangle them.

"Maybe I'm just insecure, and a collar is my way of showing off that you're taken."

"Or owned," TJ said.

"Same difference."

"A collar would get a lot of attention, though. Raise a lot of eyebrows, spread rumors, and get people talking," he said. "So I don't think it's just out them knowing that I'm taken."

". . .You know me so well," Robert chuckled. He reached one hand up and rand his fingers through TJ's chestnut colored hair. "Alright, half of it is you having something wrapped around your neck that's constantly reminding you that you belong to me. Okay? Is that so bad?"

TJ felt Robert peppered the side of his neck with kisses just as he finished washing the last dish. Robert pinned him against the sink, pressing his hardening cock against him.

"You would look so good with a collar on," Robert moaned. "I want to put it on you nice and tight, and then attach a leash, force you on your knees, and put you in your place."

"But you already do that. . ."

"It would make it better."

Robert took his hand, and lead the way out of the large kitchen and upstairs through the long and winding hallways to their bedroom. With ease, Robert tossed him onto their king sized bed. TJ didn't have time get up as Robert crawled on top of him, pinning him down with his own body.

He was smothered in the scent of Roberts cologne as he pressed his lips against his. Robert gripped his wrists and held them down tight enough that bruises threatened to rise once this was all over, but that was fine. Perfect, even. Bobby knew his limits, and this was far from it. The bed shifted as Bobby reached for the handcuffs that were always attached to the headboard to save time.

Robert smirked when he felt the body underneath him go lax. With his hands free, he pulled and tugged the clothes off the both of them. He loved the shorter males softer, slightly chubby body. Hugging and cuddling him felt like hugging a teddy bear, matching his caring and affectionate personality to a tee.

"You're so cute when you're like this, underneath me with your arms pinned up and at my mercy," Robert breathed. He smirked, rubbing their hardening cocks together. "It only makes me want to collar you even more. . ." His fingers glided across the freckled skin, over his soft tummy and chest until his hand stopped on TJ's neck. Robert felt his racing pulse under his thumb as he ever so slightly tightened his grip, and lined his cock up with his lovers entrance. "I can't help it; I'm a sadist."

"That's why we're such a good match," TJ chucked. There was a special amount of love and trust that he felt for Robert where not an ounce of fear arose when he felt his hand around his neck. It was strangely comforting, in it's own way. "You really want it on me. . ."

"More than you can ever know. Maybe I should've made it a command, not a proposal. Either way." With one firm thrust of his hips, Robert was buried inside of him. The gasp and moan the smaller man beneath him let out sounded oh so good, music to his ears. "I'm getting it on you, one way or another."

With the sounds under him stirring him on, Robert's pace went from fast to brutal. He felt legs wrap around him, pulling him in deeper. The room filled with the sound of their pants, moans, and the bed creaking with their movement.

The both of them had stamina that could keep them going back to back for hours, and Robert was damn sure going to push his limits for this. He released his grip on TJ's neck as he lowered himself on top of him. Robert grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. He watched TJ's eyes flew open in response, and his head tilt back, exposing his neck for Robert to lick kiss and bite down. His own way of marking him.

Robert loved the sound of his breathing going from calm and deep to haggard and shallow as the time passed. It was easy to ignore the growing ache in his knees and thighs while listening to the mindless chanting of his nickname, Bobby, coupled with the sight of those gorgeous baby blue eyes rolling upwards.

If his hands wasn't restrained, Robert's back would be covered in scratches.

The two of them violently tensed as they climaxed for the final time. They collapsed in a heap, taking a few moments to catch their breaths. Robert reached up for the key attached to an elastic keychain and unlocked the handcuffs. TJ rolled over into Robert's hold, barely wake and still coming down. The older male reached over the edge of the bed for his pants and found the pocket that held that expensive collar.

"So, I'm going to ask you again," Robert whispered. "Will you wear this for me?"

TJ looked up at with tired and unfocused eyes. He blinked, still in a daze. He nodded.

"Good boy." Robert kissed his forehead and buckled the collar. He slipped it around his neck, trying out different buckle tightness before settling on the perfect one. "See, you look so cute with it on."

". . .mmm . . ."

Robert wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. With two claps, the lights turned off, and he drifted off to sleep with a smile, knowing that he won.