Rex was considered the family dog, but in reality was a six foot tall muscular man that just chilled as a member of the family until someone tugged on his leash and collar and gave him a command. Of course that could horribly backfire for you since he loves tormenting you. His gass was one of his favorite ways to do so, and stayed with you in your bed sometimes.
This time you barely stirred to the feeling of him climbing onto your bed, taking a fist full of your hair. Humming to himself you felt your face getting pushed somewhere.. warm. The hair in it was course, but the smell made it hard to breathe properly, each inhale making your mind grow fuzzy from the heavy sweat.
“Let’s make to take deep breaths, yeah bitch?” He chuckled. He wasn’t supposed to speak, but you got the feeling he enjoyed demeaning you this way.
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