Treat Him

As they walked through the grand entrance of Valeria’s mansion, Xander flexed his fingers slightly, feeling the sting of his healing wounds. A year of confinement had left its marks; some faint scars, some still fresh from his last days of discipline. He didn’t complain, but Valeria noticed.

"Sit," she ordered as they reached the living room. She gestured toward the plush sofa, and he arched an eyebrow but obeyed.

Valeria disappeared for a moment, then returned with a small medical kit. She knelt in front of him, taking his hands without a word. Xander smirked. "Still treating me like a prisoner?"

She rolled her eyes but focused on his wounds. "You were reckless even after I uncuffed you. These need proper care."

Xander watched as she gently cleaned the wounds, dabbing at them with antiseptic. He flinched slightly, but her touch was careful. "You know, I didn’t mind staying locked up," he mused, voice low. "As long as you were there."

Valeria paused for a split second, then continued. "You're saying that now, but I remember how much you teased me about it."

His smirk widened. "Teasing you was the best part." He glanced at her as she wrapped the bandage around his wrist. "But this… you taking care of me like this—"

"—isn't an excuse to misbehave again," she cut in, tying the bandage firmly.

Xander chuckled, lifting his newly bandaged hand. "No promises."

Valeria sighed but didn’t pull away when he caught her wrist, tugging her slightly closer. His fingers, despite their wounds, were warm against her skin.

"You’re soft, Valeria," he murmured, tilting his head. "You act tough, but when it comes to me…"

She pulled her hand free, standing up swiftly. "Tsk. Don’t get used to it."

Xander laughed, stretching his arms. "Too late." Then, as she turned to leave, he added, "Thanks, doctor."

Valeria shook her head, but he caught the faintest smile before she disappeared down the hallway.

Xander leaned back against the plush couch, his injured hands resting on his lap. The dim glow of the chandelier cast soft shadows in the grand living room, but his sharp gaze remained fixed on Valeria, who stood before him with an air of quiet authority.

His wounds weren’t fully healed, and she knew it. Yet, her next words made his smirk falter.

“Obey me.”

Xander raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. “What exactly do you want me to obey, sweetheart?”

Valeria stepped closer, her expression unreadable. “Bondage.”

His breath hitched slightly, though he masked it with a scoff. “You’re joking.”

She wasn’t.

His smirk slowly returned, eyes dark with amusement. “And what kind of bondage are we talking about here?”

“An arm binder.” Valeria’s voice was smooth, steady. “Or maybe something a little more… painful.”

Xander tensed. He wasn’t the type to be restrained—especially not now, after barely escaping captivity. A flicker of defiance crossed his features. “Valeria,” he warned, shifting slightly, his muscles coiled as if ready to bolt.

She caught that movement instantly. “You’re trying to escape?” Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a challenge.

Xander inhaled sharply. His instincts screamed to move, to run—but before he could, she was already behind him. A swift tug, and his arms were wrenched back, bound tightly in an arm binder.

"Shit—Valeria—" He gritted his teeth, jerking slightly, but she was precise. Ruthless. The leather strap cinched tighter. His pulse pounded in his ears as she leaned close, whispering against his jaw, “You’re too predictable, Xander.”

He exhaled heavily, testing the restraint. It didn’t budge. A mixture of frustration and reluctant admiration flared in his chest. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

She moved back to face him, tilting her head. “I enjoy making you stay.”

Xander swallowed. His body was tense, conflicted between defiance and something else—something darker, something unfamiliar. His wrists throbbed from the previous wounds, but the restraint around his arms burned hotter.

Valeria sat beside him, casually draping one leg over the other, watching him struggle just a little. “Are you going to behave now?”

Xander exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched. “You’re cruel.”

Valeria only smiled. “You love it.”

Xander’s breathing was shallow, controlled, but his body burned with frustration. His arms were wrenched behind his back, bound tightly by the arm binder, the thick ropes digging into his already-injured wrists. The restraint was relentless, pressing against his skin as he shifted, testing the limits.

He pulled once—twice—his muscles flexing, but the bindings didn’t give an inch. The rope’s rough texture scraped against his forearms, sending a dull ache up to his shoulders. A sharp pull only made it worse, the tension biting deeper into his wounds.

“Tch—” He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening. His body twisted, attempting to maneuver out of Valeria’s handiwork, but she had been precise, merciless. Every movement only seemed to lock the bindings further in place.

"You're wasting your energy," Valeria observed from the couch, her tone laced with amusement. She crossed her legs, watching his struggles with calm detachment. "You won’t escape."

Xander’s chest rose and fell sharply. His fingers twitched, numb from the prolonged restraint. He rolled his shoulders, attempting to loosen the tension, but the arm binder held him fast, pressing his arms flush against his back.

He exhaled heavily, his head tipping forward for a moment. A fine layer of sweat clung to his skin, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he inhaled through his nose, trying to suppress the aggravation.

Valeria leaned forward slightly. “Does it hurt?”

Xander lifted his gaze, a smirk ghosting over his lips despite the discomfort. “What do you think?” His voice was strained but edged with defiance.

Valeria simply smiled. “Good.”

Xander clenched his jaw, rolling his shoulders as he tested the restraint. The arm binder didn’t hurt, but it trapped him completely—his hands were stuck, fingers barely able to move. He shifted, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to free himself, but the leather held firm, locking his arms in place behind his back.

“Tch—” He exhaled sharply, his body tense. His muscles flexed against the restraint, but the more he moved, the more he realized just how helpless he was.

Valeria tilted her head, watching him with an amused smile. “Having trouble?”

Xander shot her a glare, his lips curving into a forced smirk. “You tell me.”

She tapped her chin in a mock thought. “Hmm… I’d say you look pretty stuck.”

He shifted again, testing if there was any slack. Nothing. The binder pinned his arms too close to his body, rendering him completely immobile from the elbows down.

Valeria leaned closer. “So? How does it feel?”

Xander exhaled through his nose, his pride keeping him from admitting the obvious. “Like I’ve been tricked.”

Valeria laughed softly. “Oh, you have.”

Xander sat on the couch, his posture effortlessly regal despite the restraint. The arm binder forced his shoulders back, accentuating the sharp angles of his frame, making him look even more striking. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes as he exhaled, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tight hold.

Valeria circled around him, her steps slow and deliberate. She stopped behind him, fingers grazing his jaw before trailing down his neck. “Still struggling?” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement.

Xander let out a short chuckle, tilting his head slightly. “Not struggling. Just testing limits.” He swayed his shoulders again, the movement subtle but defiant, as if challenging her control.

Valeria smirked. “Then let me show you what real control looks like.” Her hands slid down to his restrained arms, pressing him further into submission.

Xander exhaled sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Valeria leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “And you’re pretending you don’t.”

Xander leaned back against the couch, the arm binder keeping his posture unnaturally straight. Despite the restraint, he still exuded an effortless confidence, his sharp features carrying an amused smirk.

Valeria perched beside him, tracing a finger along his jawline. “You’ve been imprisoned, enslaved, disciplined… yet here you are, still looking as arrogant as ever.”

Xander chuckled, shifting his shoulders slightly. “You say that like it wasn’t satisfying.” His voice was smooth, teasing, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable.

Valeria tilted her head, her lips curling. “Oh? And what part of it did you enjoy? The chains? The orders? Or the fact that no matter what, you always end up right where I want you?”

Xander exhaled through his nose, his smirk widening. “Maybe all of it,” he admitted, his tone both mocking and genuine. “Though I’d say you enjoy it more than I do.”

Valeria leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Maybe. But isn’t it fascinating? The more you resist, the more you end up bound.”

Xander’s eyes darkened slightly, the corner of his lips twitching. “Tsk. And yet, I never really lose.”

Valeria chuckled softly, tightening her grip on his restrained arms. “We’ll see about that.”

Xander's usual confidence had long faded, replaced by an unsettling realization—he was completely tamed. His movements were no longer his own. Every step he took was dictated by Valeria, the arm binder keeping his posture rigid as she pulled him forward with effortless control.

"Left," she instructed smoothly, barely needing to tug as he complied.

Xander’s jaw tightened, but he had no choice. The arm binder forced his balance forward, making him follow the exact path Valeria had set for him. He tried to resist, planting his feet slightly, but a firm yank corrected his hesitation.

"You really think you’re still in control?" she mused, walking just behind him, her hand gripping the restraint that dictated his every motion.

Xander exhaled sharply, his pride stinging, but the smirk he tried to wear felt weak. "I could still—"

Valeria leaned in, her voice dark and sweet against his ear. "Say you win, and I’ll make sure you regret it."

There was something dangerously playful in her tone, but Xander knew better than to test it. He wasn’t just bound; he was owned in this moment, directed step by step without a shred of real defiance left.

Xander’s throat tightened at Valeria’s threat. Tongue cutting—he knew she was capable of cruelty wrapped in a deceptively sweet demeanor. His body tensed, but the arm binder ensured he couldn’t do much beyond shifting uncomfortably. His breath was slow, controlled, yet there was an unmistakable flicker of submission in his eyes.

"Good boy," Valeria cooed, sensing his silence as compliance. She tugged the restraint again, guiding him through the hallway like a trained pet.

Xander clenched his jaw, his pride warring with the undeniable fact—he was completely under her control. Every movement was dictated by her, his posture straight, his hands uselessly bound behind him. A subtle smirk touched Valeria’s lips as she stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

"You know," she mused, turning to face him with an air of amusement, "I could keep you like this forever. Helpless. Controlled. But I wonder… would you break first, or would you finally embrace it?"

Xander's breath hitched. He wasn’t sure if it was the restraint pressing against his chest or the weight of her words.

Valeria took a step closer, fingers brushing his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet her gaze. "Say it, Xander," she whispered. "Say you’ve lost."

His heart pounded. The choice was clear; defiance meant consequences. But surrender? Surrender meant admitting she had completely won.

Xander’s lips parted, but no words came out. His pride, his instincts—they all screamed at him to resist, to fight back. But the way Valeria’s fingers traced along his jaw, the way her gaze held his with a mixture of amusement and control, made it painfully clear that she was waiting for the inevitable.

The arm binder restricted any chance of escape. He shifted his weight, testing the binds, but the moment he tried to move too much, Valeria tugged him back with an effortless pull.

"You’re thinking too much," she said, voice smooth as silk. "I don’t need you to resist. I need you to understand."

Her free hand ghosted over his chest before stopping at his collarbone, applying just the slightest pressure. "Understand what it means to be owned."

Xander’s breath was uneven now. His mind screamed at him to deny it, to push back—but his body remained locked in place, forced to follow her lead.

Valeria tilted her head, enjoying the sight of his internal struggle. Then, she leaned in, her lips just inches from his ear. "Say it, Xander," she whispered. "Or should I remind you what happens if you don’t?"

Xander swallowed hard. His throat was dry, his muscles tense. The weight of her demand pressed against his pride.

And yet—

He exhaled, defeated. "I’ve lost."

Valeria’s smirk deepened. "Good boy."

Then, with a firm yet graceful tug on the arm binder, she turned him around, guiding him toward the next part of his lesson.

Xander exhaled sharply, his pride still stinging from admitting defeat. The arm binder kept his arms locked behind him, restricting even the simplest movements. He rolled his shoulders, testing the restraints again, but the leather held firm.

Valeria watched him struggle, amusement dancing in her eyes as she leaned back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. "Something on your mind, Xander?" she asked sweetly.

Xander inhaled slowly, forcing himself to keep his tone steady. "Alright, Valeria. You’ve had your fun." He flexed his fingers behind his back. "Now, undo this."

Valeria tilted her head. "Undo what?"

He shot her a look. "The arm binder. Unfasten it."

Her smirk deepened. "Hmm… and why should I?"

Xander gritted his teeth. "Because it’s unnecessary now." He shifted his stance, attempting to regain some control. "You proved your point."

Valeria leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Oh, Xander… but you haven’t said ‘please’ yet."

Xander's jaw tightened. "You're joking."

She gave an exaggerated sigh, standing up and circling him like a predator. "I thought you’d be grateful for the experience." She tugged lightly on the leather straps, making him jolt. "But if you really want me to undo it…" She trailed her fingers along the nape of his neck. "You’ll ask properly."

Xander clenched his fists behind him. Every fiber of his being resisted, but the reality was clear—he wasn’t getting out of this without playing along. He took a slow breath, closing his eyes for a second before meeting her gaze.

"Valeria." His voice was lower now, controlled. "Please unbind me."

Valeria studied him for a moment before smiling. "Much better."

Then, ever so slowly, she began to undo the bindings; relishing every second of his reluctant submission.

As the last strap of the arm binder came undone, Xander rolled his shoulders, relishing the newfound freedom in his arms. He flexed his fingers, the stiffness fading, but before he could fully process his release, Valeria held something out in front of him—a pair of gleaming metal cuffs linked by a delicate yet unyielding chain.

“These,” she said smoothly, “are crown cuffs.”

Xander eyed them warily. “And what exactly do they do?”

Valeria smiled, stepping closer. “They’re a symbol of discipline,” she explained, running her fingers along the polished surface. “Unlike the arm binder, these allow you to move… but within limits.” She took his wrist, slipping the first cuff around it with practiced ease. The cool metal snapped into place with a soft click.

Xander let out a slow breath, testing the fit. It wasn’t painfully tight, but the weight of it carried a silent authority.

Valeria met his gaze as she fastened the second cuff around his other wrist, the chain hanging loosely between them. “You see, Xander, freedom can be deceiving. These don’t stop you from using your hands…” She tugged the chain lightly, guiding his movement. “But they remind you exactly who sets the rules.”

Xander’s jaw tightened. He wanted to protest, to resist, but there was something about the way she handled him—effortless, confident—that made defiance seem almost… futile.

“Now,” Valeria murmured, stepping back to admire her work. “Shall we test how well you follow discipline?”

Xander swallowed, feeling the weight of the cuffs, the chain pulling gently as she guided him forward. His body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He had been unbound… yet somehow, he was more ensnared than ever.

Xander barely had time to process the weight of the crown cuffs on his wrists before Valeria’s voice rang with quiet authority.

“First rule,” she said, her fingers grazing the cool metal. “Crown-cuffed wrists behind your back.”

Xander’s breath hitched as she guided his arms behind him. The chain between the cuffs shortened with a soft clink, restricting his range of motion. His muscles instinctively tensed, but there was no resisting—Valeria had already made sure of that.

The shift in position made him stand straighter, his shoulders pushed back in forced submission. His fingers curled into fists as he tested the restriction, only to find that the more he moved, the more the cuffs held him in check.

Valeria took a step back, admiring the sight of him restrained yet dignified. “Perfect,” she murmured, tilting her head as if studying an artwork. “This is where your discipline begins, Xander.”

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. There was something unsettling about how effortlessly she controlled him.

Valeria circled him slowly, the sound of her heels echoing in the room. Then, without warning, she reached out and tugged lightly at the chain. Xander instinctively stepped forward.

Her smile deepened. “See? Even without words, your body already knows who leads.”

He exhaled sharply, biting down any retort that threatened to slip past his lips. He had been released from the arm binder, only to find himself bound again—this time by a rule that seemed far more dangerous.

Valeria stood before Xander, her gaze steady and unreadable. The crown cuffs held his wrists tightly behind his back, limiting his movement, yet she wasn’t done testing his submission.

She took a slow step closer, her voice carrying a quiet command. “Now, you choose.”

Xander’s breath was measured, his muscles tense.

“Walk…” Valeria’s fingers brushed against the chain of his cuffs, giving it a slight pull. “Or kneel.”

A flicker of resistance crossed his sharp eyes, but he knew the weight of her words. The moment stretched between them.

Walking meant moving under her command, directed wherever she pleased. Kneeling meant complete surrender.

Valeria tilted her head. “What’s wrong, Xander? You were doing so well.”

His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he exhaled through his nose. He tested his bound wrists subtly, only to be reminded that there was no easy escape.

Still, he wasn’t broken. Not yet.

His voice was low but steady. “You really think I’d kneel that easily?”

Valeria smirked. “Then walk.”

She pulled the chain lightly, and instinct took overhis feet moved forward. Yet with every step, there was an undeniable truth settling over him. He wasn’t just walking.

He was being led.

Xander moved with controlled steps, his posture still exuding dominance despite the restraint of the crown cuffs binding his wrists behind him. Every motion was precise, his shoulders squared, his jaw tight. He wasn’t stumbling, he refused to; but there was no denying that he was being led.

His voice was low, edged with frustration as he asked, “Why do these cuffs enslave me so much?”

Valeria walked beside him, her fingers lightly brushing the chain between his wrists, guiding him with an effortless authority. She smiled, amused by his question. “Because they don’t just bind your hands, Xander.”

She leaned in slightly, her voice whispering against his ear. “They bind your will.”

Xander scoffed, but the way his muscles tensed betrayed the unease creeping beneath his skin. He wasn’t weak—his strides were still powerful, exuding a masculine grace even as he was controlled. His broad shoulders flexed with every movement, his presence still commanding. Yet, the more he walked under her rule, the clearer it became.

Each step was dictated.

Each motion is guided.

He was moving the way Valeria wanted him to.

And that realization unsettled him more than the cuffs themselves.

Xander’s walk remained powerful, even with the crown cuffs locking his wrists behind his back. His steps were firm, his long strides exuding dominance, the natural confidence in his posture refusing to wane. His broad shoulders squared instinctively, his chest slightly puffed out, and his jaw set in that sharp, unyielding way that made him look both dangerous and controlled. His presence still carried authority; except now, it was being guided.

Valeria’s influence was subtle but absolute. The chain connecting the cuffs didn’t hinder his movements outright, but it dictated the rhythm. Every time he moved too freely, a gentle tug reminded him of his restraint. If he tried to quicken his pace, the cuffs pulled at his wrists, subtly forcing him to match Valeria’s preferred tempo.

He was still walking with that same commanding energy; head high, posture strong, a silent challenge in his every step. But it was no longer purely his own.

The control was creeping in.

She directed his path, adjusting his movements with slight gestures, ensuring that his masculinity wasn’t erased; but refined, shaped to fit the structure she imposed. The illusion of freedom clung to him, but the deeper truth settled in:

His strength was still his.

But the way he used it now belonged to her.

Xander strode forward with that natural, commanding presence are broad shoulders squared, chin lifted, every step exuding confidence. But the frequent tugs at his wrists from the crown cuffs forced him to slow, disrupting his rhythm. His jaw clenched as he glanced over his shoulder at Valeria, his deep voice laced with frustration.

“Tch. You enjoy this too much,” he muttered, his tone sharp yet undeniably smooth. He flexed his fingers behind his back, testing the restraint, but the cuffs held firm. Another tug. His steps faltered for a fraction of a second before he adjusted, resuming his powerful stride, only for her control to pull him back again.

His teeth gritted. “I don’t submit,” he growled, eyes dark with defiance. Yet, the truth was clear; his body still obeyed. Forced to match her pace, to walk where she led.

Another pull. Xander exhaled harshly, his lips curving into a smirk; one that held both amusement and frustration. “Damn cuffs…” He flicked his gaze forward, voice dropping to a low, alpha rasp.

“I hate being enslaved.” A pause. Then, almost begrudgingly, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

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