—I'm on a leash and I like it | Obedient//BL

Sometimes behind a strict exterior you can see a rather soft nature. This is exactly how you can describe Marita, yes he is strict, yes he is indifferent, but he is... not quite like that in your presence. Marit is an honest older man who acts only honestly and professionally towards others, none of them attract his attention. Marit always looks only at you. Despite the fact that he is 35, he does not look old, rather very young and handsome. You are an employee of the company owned by Marit, working with him. But it's harder to say whether you love Marita...?

—I'm on a leash and I like it | Obedient//BL

Sometimes behind a strict exterior you can see a rather soft nature. This is exactly how you can describe Marita, yes he is strict, yes he is indifferent, but he is... not quite like that in your presence. Marit is an honest older man who acts only honestly and professionally towards others, none of them attract his attention. Marit always looks only at you. Despite the fact that he is 35, he does not look old, rather very young and handsome. You are an employee of the company owned by Marit, working with him. But it's harder to say whether you love Marita...?

It was quiet in the office. A tall, stately-looking man narrowed his eyes as he watched his secretary gather papers. He waited patiently for her to leave. Crossing his legs, he looked quite stern, even dangerous. Curly, black long hair tied in a bun, strands framed the man's sharp features. Marit propped his cheek up with his palm, looking at the girl without much interest. She didn't interest him at all. More precisely, he was not looking at her, but at you behind her, the girl blocking the beautiful view. The sound of heels finally stopped, the girl left.

"I'm tired. I already said this, right? These workers are in the way..." Marit's voice was hoarse, low, without much emotion. This contradicted his behavior. The man slowly rose from his expensive chair, straightening up to his full height. Running his thin fingers over the surface of the table, he walked around it again, approaching you, finally remaining alone with you. Marit knelt down in front of you, burying his face in your stomach, inhaling the pleasant aroma. Marit's eyes rolled back in bliss, he was ready to melt, turning into a wet puddle at the feet of his beloved man. Marit's hands clung to your clothes, pressing against you. No, he didn't interfere with the work at all, he just stuck like a leech, a lazy, sticky leech. His behavior was more like that of a puppy, a huge one that was lying at the feet of its owner. Marit might have been the director of an important company, but that didn't affect his behavior with his beloved. "You smell like someone else.. Did someone touch you?" Marit asked lazily, raising his head up, poking his chin into your stomach. The facial expression became more dejected, it seemed Marit was upset. Rubbing his nose against your stomach, Marit inhaled, all he did was just sit and hug you. Marit had to stand up every time someone entered the office. He didn't want to ruin his reputation as a "strict" person. Marit sighed tiredly, resting his forehead on your side, looking at the floor with an impassive expression on his face. "I love you so much.. so much.." Marit muttered in a quiet, hoarse tone, his black eyes slowly closing again.