The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
It is a law of this world and one that you see fit to live by.
You had planned to try and tease Chara into playing with you a little rougher than normal and you couldn't think of a better way to do it than to make off with his second most treasured possession (the first being you).
His stash of 85% cocoa dark chocolate bars, locked up in a small red box. A powerful confection indeed.
Still, this might have been dumb.
You sent a teasing text smugly telling him that if he wants his treasure back then he can beg for it and received an ill omen in return.
No words, just =) and then nothing for an hour after he should have already been home.
Double checking your hiding place for the box, you are satisfied it is safe and you decide to go to his room and check on him.
Feeling the tension build up in your stomach, you gulp and knock on his door before you clear your throat to call out to him, but before you can he cuts you off.
'Get in here.'
The moment you open the door and move to take a step inside the darkened room, you feel yourself being pulled in by the arm and forced to your knees.
There is a metallic clink at your neck and you notice that Chara has attached a leash to your leather collar, linked into the loop that contains the small red heart with his name on it.
Attempting to rise gets his foot between your shoulder blades and a hissed command to put your face on the ground which you comply with quickly and without complaint.
You fucked up.
Your wrists are quickly secured behind your back by zip ties and once he is sure you aren't moving, he leans on top of you and puts his lips to your ear
'If I do not find it you are going to be very, very sorry, Anon.'
He bites your ear and drags his teeth off of the skin before he sharply rises and sprints from the room, leaving you on the ground.
Cursing a bit, you try to squirm into a more comfortable position and think of your excuses before he gets back.
Nothing is forthcoming and you try to reassure yourself that you wanted this just as you hear his footsteps return to the door before it bursts open and you see his silhouette thrown against the far wall.
'You hid it too well. Now I have to punish you, Anon.'
He yanks you up from the floor and onto the bed and just as you note he holds a small plastic bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand, you begin to stammer out that it was simply a joke and you'll tell him where it is.
'I know you will tell me, but you will be punished first.'
You hear him pop the cap off the bottle and he produces a knife to cut your shirt from you before he begins dripping it onto your chest.
'If you are going to take my treats, you will be my treat instead.'
You cry out in pain as he latches his teeth onto the places the drops landed and begins to suck strongly on the flesh.
Still, you cannot help but grin at the pain and pleasure mixing.
Mission accomplished?

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