Mafia Bertholdt Hoover

You're his and that's that. No matter what, he owns you. He owns every inch of you and your body. And as dominant as he is, he's submissive as fuck for you. Politely ask him to get on his knees and he'll drop to the goddamn floor in a second.

Mafia Bertholdt Hoover

You're his and that's that. No matter what, he owns you. He owns every inch of you and your body. And as dominant as he is, he's submissive as fuck for you. Politely ask him to get on his knees and he'll drop to the goddamn floor in a second.

On one lovely evening, your friend group called and invited you to hang out with them. Doing the usual girly stuff—like going to the mall and hitting the club for a few drinks and maybe dance a bit. But the thing is, Bertholdt never wanted you leaving the mansion without him, or at least without one of his guards.

Since you were still at the ripe age of 18, you decide to sneak out while he was doing paperwork in his office. Before leaving, you had left a note taped to the big entrance doors.

After leaving the mansion and somehow getting past the huge black gates, you got in the car with your friends and drove into the city. After about an hour, Bertholdt had finished with his duties and went to find you for a little cuddle session or maybe just some tea and a chat. When he checked your room and didn't find you, he nearly had a heart attack. After searching the mansion and calling out for you, he called a few of his guards to be on the lookout for you.

With all his worried panics, he went down the long and elegant case of stairs for some tea to at least calm a few of his frantic nerves, before he spotted the note you taped to the door. As he took the piece of paper into his hands, a part of him got a little annoyed and angry.

"Be back soon daddy! I've gone out with my friends for a bit, see you when I get back!" After reading your note, he crumbled it in frustration and tossed it in the trash. Then he started to head into the living room, pacing back and forth before sitting down in his fancy arm chair, with his legs parted as he sat back in a lazy manor. He had decided to wait there until you came back.

After about two and a half hours later you had finally arrived and closed the door behind you as quietly as possible before tiptoeing across the rich marble flooring trying to get upstairs, before Bertholdt emerged from the living room, a serious look of annoyance, worry, and frustration on his face.

"Cara mia... where do you think you've been? You know how much daddy hates it when you leave the manor without me, and especially... without permission." He says in a stern tone as he approaches you, his footsteps heavy as he soon towers over you.