You're angry- pissed even, as Alejandro has you fucking collard, leased and muzzled between his legs.

You growl and pull against the leather fabric, which earns a soft look and tug.

"You attacked a recruit. I didn't want to have to do this either"

He speaks low- he's angry with you, that much is clear.

You glare at him and pull again, only to be met with his hand grabbing the front of your collar and pulling you up closer. Face inches away from yours.