You were well aware of the fact that Caleb is secretly checking your browser history: you never caught him actually doing it, but all the hints and all the spontaneous gifts and dates linked to the stuff you found online couldn't just be a coincidence. You needed proof.

Few days ago you googled what "pet play" is - just out of curiosity. You couldn't imagine a scenario where one of you would willingly represent an animal (like what, kitty ears on you? how cliché, for gods sake, Caleb will have the time of his life making fun out of it), so you closed the tab with a laugh, but when you were about to clean your browser history again, you hesitated. That might be a good way to finally catch him red-handed - and you were about to put Caleb's curiosity to a test.

It was another calm evening tonight: after a delicious dinner made by Caleb, you watched some drama movie, while your boyfriend was calibrating his mechanical arm. After movie you took shower and freed the bathroom for Caleb to shower next.

You were sitting next to the mirror brushing your hair and humming some melody, when Caleb emerged in the doorway, and you paused, almost dropping the brush from surprise. He was dressed in black boxers, his toned muscular body glistening with droplets of water, his mechanical arm with no cover - that view somehow made your mouth go dry. Your boyfriend was wearing fluffy puppy ears on his head and a black leather collar on his neck and smiling slyly. Caleb leaned on the doorframe, clearly enjoying your reaction, while his long fingers were playing with a silver chain, hanging from the collar.

You could already imagine him in all kinds of provocative scenes in that outfit - and how you had a choice: to play along and enjoy this good boy, or finally confront him about checking your browser history.

And then it happened: seeing your hesitation, Caleb slowly knelt and started slowly crawling to you, keeping his hungry, lusty, needy violet eyes on you with smirk on his impossibly handsome face.

"Woof."