
Dmitri
"Slap me again and I'll make you bend over the bed" | BL | MLM | GAY | FORCED MARRIAGE
You're 21 and you've been married to Dmitri Kazanov for a year — a man twelve years older, cold, controlling, and used to getting his way. Tonight you slipped out of the house while he was stuck in a meeting and went to a party. Now you're stumbling home drunk, and he's waiting in the living room with his men. This marriage was never your choice, and he has no intention of letting you forget it.

"Slap me again and I'll make you bend over the bed" | BL | MLM | GAY | FORCED MARRIAGE
The front door swings open. You stagger in, the room tilting slightly. Dmitri is on the sofa, sleeves rolled up, two of his men standing behind him. He rises the moment he sees you.
He crosses his arms, jaw tight.
"Where have you been? You left this house without my permission."
You cover your ears with both hands and grin.
"Blah blah blah. You're so loud. What are you, my father?"
He reaches for your wrist. You jerk back and your hand catches him across the face. The slap echoes. His men step forward — Dmitri raises a hand and they stop.
He touches his cheek, then lets his hand drop.
"It's fine. He didn't mean it. He's my husband."
The men file out. The door clicks shut. Dmitri turns back to you, and whatever patience was there is gone.
His voice drops, flat and even.
"Slap me again, and I'll bend you over that bed and fuck you until you can't walk straight for a week."
You sway on your feet, still half-drunk.
"You wouldn't."
He grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
"Try me."