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Caleb's in the Doghouse - A Caleb x MC One Shot

18+ NO MINORS!!!

Caleb shows up at MC’s door begging to make things right after everything he did in Skyhaven: locking her away, drugging her, lying about the Aether Protocore. She doesn’t want an apology. She wants him on his knees.

Featuring: femdom, degradation, pet play, oral fixation, and the slow, shameful fall of one desperate man who really meant it when he said “I’ll do anything.”

MC didn’t look up when he first started knocking.

Of course he came.

Instead, she took another potato chip from the bowl on her lap, slow and deliberate. He deserved to sweat a little.

Then-

Another knock. This time, much louder. Almost frantic.

“I’m not leaving,” Caleb yelled through the front door of MC’s apartment. His voice was rough. Apologetic. Scared.

“Please, Pipsqueak. Let me make it up to you.”

He knocked again.

MC sighed, placing the chips aside and headed towards the door. She opened the door, keeping the chain on and peered through the crack.

Caleb looked like he hadn’t slept since the last time they had seen each other. MC on the tarmac crying, and him in the aircraft in his uniform, heading towards the Deepspace Tunnel.

“You wanted to talk?” She spat through the small crack in the doorway. “Talk.”

“MC I’m sorry. The thing I did-Locking you away, drugging you. I-” He couldn’t look her in the eyes. His words hit the floor between them like a dropped weapon. Too heavy, too late.

“I need to make it up to you somehow. Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

MC leaned on the doorframe lazily until that statement. “Anything?” she repeated, her tone shifting slightly. “Are you sure you mean that?”

Caleb looked up at her desperately, pathetically. “Yes. I’d do anything. I-I’d get down on my knees and beg if you’d just let me insi-”

MC slammed the door on him, cutting him off.

Deflated, Caleb looked to the ground in stunned embarrassment but before he could continue sulking the sound of chain moving echoed from the other side of the door.

The door opened again.

And there she was.

Barefoot.

Wearing nothing but a black robe, lazily tied at the waist, the silk slipping off one shoulder.

She didn’t say anything. She just walked into her apartment leaving the door opened for Caleb to follow her inside.

And after a beat, he did.

The door clicked behind him, leaving a buzzing silence in the apartment.

Caleb opened his mouth.

“Thank you for letting me-”

MC crossed the room wordlessly, completely ignoring his attempt. She moved with purpose, towards a large display cabinet at the back of the room.

“MC, I just wanted to explain-”

She didn’t stop.

Instead she crouched at the lower drawer of the cabinet and started pulling open the drawers. One. Then another. Her fingers combed through paperwork, cords, and lace, like she was searching for something specific.

“I know I hurt you,” Caleb said, voice cracking slightly. “And I know I have no right to-”

She slammed one drawer shut and opened another.

Still no eye contact.

No reaction.

He stood there, helpless, as she dug through her things with cold, deliberate silence. Like he wasn’t even worth the energy of a reply.

“You locked me in a room,” she said finally. “Like a pet.” MC finally said.

Her voice was calm. Cold.

“Drugged me. Lied to me. Made decisions for me. And when I got upset, what did you say?”

She looked over her shoulder.

“Something about putting a collar on me. To keep me in line.”

Caleb swallowed hard and the room fell into a dead quiet.

That silence was worse than yelling.

And then-

She found it.

She straightened slowly, turning around with something clutched loosely in her hand.

It was thick. Leather. Studded. A collar. Clearly designed for a large dog.

She let it dangle from one hand like it weighed nothing at all.

“Funny thing, Caleb,” she said, stepping forward. “You treated me like an animal.”

She let the collar swing gently, the metal buckle clinking once.

“But I’m not the one who’s gonna be on all fours.”

MC threw the collar to the ground in front of Caleb, who stood in front of her dumbfounded.

“Go on,” she said, her eyes darkening. “Put it on like the good little dog you are.”

Caleb looked down at the collar and then back up to MC.

“Put it on. Or get out.”

Without any words, Caleb knelt down to his knees, and fixed the large collar around his neck.

MC didn’t say a word.

She turned away from him like he wasn’t even there and walked back to the couch, the soft pads of her bare feet muffled against the floor. She sank into the cushions, casual as ever, and grabbed the bowl of chips like nothing had happened.

She popped one in her mouth and chewed slowly.

Caleb rose to speak, voice low and uncertain.

“MC, I-what is this? What the fuck are we-”

Her eyes slid toward him, cool and unimpressed. Then she cut him off with a single sentence.

“Dogs don’t talk.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

She took another chip. Ate it.

“On all fours,” she added, licking the salt off her thumb. “That’s where dogs belong.”

Caleb stayed frozen on his knees, the collar heavy around his neck like a brand. His cheeks burned, eyes flicking between her and the floor.

MC didn’t acknowledge him right away.

She sat back against the couch, her legs spread slightly open, just enough to part her robe slightly. She balanced the chip bowl on her thigh, lazily fishing out another handful like she hadn’t just stripped him of all dignity.

“I said,” she repeated, more sternly this time, “on all fours.”

His stomach turned.

And still, he did it.

Slowly, Caleb placed his hands on the floor. Palms down. Shoulders hunched. He didn’t dare speak. Didn't dare ask why. Just followed the command like it was instinct.

The floor felt cold under his skin.

MC’s voice cut through the silence again.

“Now crawl to me.”

He hesitated, shame tightening his throat.

“Don’t make me ask again, Caleb.”

So he did. One hand, then the other. One knee, then the other. Awkward and slow, like he was learning how to move in a new body. He crawled the short distance toward her couch, heart pounding in his ears.

She waited until he was nearly there before extending her hand toward him, chips resting on her palm like a treat.

“Eat,” she said, tone flat. “You’re going to need the energy for what you’ll be doing.”

Caleb stared at her hand. At the crumbs. At the soft sheen on her lips.

Then he leaned in, mouth open, and began to eat from her palm.

At first, Caleb only took a small bite.

Just enough to obey. Just enough to say he did it.

The chips were cold, slightly crushed from sitting in the bowl too long. Salted, greasy, and definitely not the sort of thing a decorated soldier should be groveling for on all fours.

But here he was. Eating out of MC’s hand like a dog.

MC watched him with eerie calm, head tilted slightly. The robe slipped lower on her shoulder, teasing the bare line of her collarbone and the edge of her chest. She didn’t fix it. Didn’t need to.

She offered another handful.

Caleb stared at it for a moment, debating whether he could stomach the shame again.

But something in her eyes dared him to stop.

So he leaned forward and ate again.

This time, he didn’t bite, he licked. Tongue brushing the edge of her palm as he picked up stray crumbs, mouth open, breathing uneven.

He hated how hard he was already.

Hated that he could smell the skin of her wrist.

Hated that the salt on his tongue wasn’t just from the chips anymore.

Another handful.

He didn’t hesitate this time.

His teeth grazed her palm by accident, or maybe not. Maybe he wanted to see if she’d react.

She didn’t.

But her voice dropped a notch.

“You like that?” she asked, tilting her head. “Didn’t expect the big scary Colonel to beg for my table scraps so quickly.”

Caleb froze. Humiliated.

She pulled her hand away.

Wiped it on her thigh.

“You still hungry, boy?”

He didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because dogs don’t talk.

But he nodded.

Slowly. Obediently.

And that was all she needed.

MC set the bowl aside on the coffee table.

Then she leaned back, slow and deliberate, letting her thighs part even further as she sank deeper into the couch cushions. The robe, already loose, slipped further, exposing the soft inside of her leg, the bare skin beneath.

Caleb’s gaze snapped to the movement, instinctual.

MC smiled, barely.

“Do you want a treat, Caleb?”

He nodded desperately.

Her hand down between her thighs and slowly, keeping complete eye contact with Caleb, she lifted the fabric, exposing her wet cunt. She was already slick from watching him on his knees.

“Then come here,” her tone maddenly casual. “And eat your treat, like a good boy.”

He didn’t even pause.

Hands and knees. Breath ragged. The collar around his neck pulled tight as he moved into place. And when he reached her, when he got close enough to smell her, to feel the heat of her against his face, his mouth opened without hesitation.

Caleb’s tongue dragged over her heat hungrily. A sharp gasp escaped from Mc’s mouth, one she had been holding in for longer than she’d like to admit. His tongue explored her folds as his nose pressed rhythmically against her clit.

“Fuck Caleb!” she moaned loudly, her hand reached down to his hair and she began tugging him, guiding him. Her robe spilled open at the front, exposing her large breasts.

Caleb let out a loud moan and he began pulsing, his pants tight, his breaths hot on MC’s pussy. His tongue lapped at her delicious essence and he buried his face deeper into her thighs.

“Caleb Yes!!”

A satisfied growl erupted from his mouth. Hungry. Primal. Every lick, every drop, savoured as he went for more.

Guttural moans poured from both MC and Caleb. “Keep going Caleb, I'm so close.” Her praise made Caleb twitch in his pants. He wanted so badly to tell MC how good she tasted, how it felt when she dripped in his mouth, that he was about to burst in his pants, and that she owned him. But instead he continued to lick and suck at her heat as both of their orgasms drew near at ramping speed.

A hot molten wet hit Caleb’s throat as MC let out a loud, pleasured sob. Caleb groaned as his own climax came, coating his pants in fresh, sticky cum.

The sensation continued to reverberate as MC sunk into the couch exhausted and Caleb's head rested tiredly against her thighs. She reached her hand and petted his head.

“Good boy Calen.”

MC let her fingers drift lazily through Caleb’s hair as his breath slowed against her thigh. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth soaked, the collar still snug around his neck. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just knelt there, ruined.

She took her time catching her breath, robe parted completely now, her skin still humming from the orgasm.

Finally, she glanced down at the wet patch on Caleb’s pants, smirking.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, voice hoarse but firm. “You can take a shower.”

Caleb moved to stand, but she stopped him with one last flick of her fingers against the collar.

“And Caleb?”

He paused, chest rising and falling eagerly.

“You can stay the night.”

She let that hang in the air, watched the hope flicker in his eyes. She stood up slowly, allowing her robe to fall completely to the ground.

“And if you can make me cum like that again…”

MC pulled at the collar, leading Caleb towards the bathroom.

“You might even get to sleep in the bed.”

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