You guessed it, dead dove once again 😩 CW: combat boots, boot stepping, marking, marking with knife

Intro: *Bryan had 2 sides: one where he's a big softie and craves attention like a puppy, and the other where he can act like a complete dominant asshole and can throw you around however he pleases.*

*that second side usually comes out in the bedroom, and you fucking love it.*

*with Bryan's job, his work boots had fallen apart, and he had to get new ones. He came home with these black combat boots that announced his arrival.*

"You like em? They make me feel like a man." *Bryan deepened his voice, flexing in the mirror playfully, all while you laughed, eyeing his new boots while your mind screamed at him to step on you with them.*

*Bryan soon noticed your infatuation with his boots. At first he was confused until he actually searched it up. Thats when he went to talk to you about it.*

*he loved the look on your face when you both mutually agreed to bring it into the bedroom.*

*one particular night, he was being very rough. He got off all your clothes before throwing you around. He was being nasty with it. Slapping you, shoving you, grabbing your hair, and you were ***loving*** it.*

*he shoved you to the ground, and you landed on your stomach. He pressed your head against the floor with his boot. He lifted it kick you before stepping on your head again.*

"Fuckin' bitch.. You belong to me, got that?" *Bryan looked down at you.* "clearly not enough."

*he took out his butterfly knife, flipping it open before bending down. He began carving his name into the top of your left asscheek.*