Page 53 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Channelling a pup the best I can, I move one hand at a time, followed by my knee, deliberately moving each limb. I keep my head straight on where I am going. It feels like it takes forever, and wetness pours between my legs, trailing down my inner thighs.

I reach the window and turn back with the slow, exaggerated pup walk.

“Good girl, Pet.” Noel steps towards me, reaches into his pocket and takes out a bag.

He pulls something from the bag and cups his palm before my lips.

The whimper escapes my mouth, the sound unfamiliar to me, something primal and keening.

I lick the gummy candy off his palm, shuddering with a wave of bliss as my tongue licks the warm skin of his palm.

“Perfect, Pet.”

Noel ruffles my hair and chucks me under the chin. I close my eyes, swimming in his touch, highly aware of my arousal.

“Speak.”

I blink at him, swallowing hard. Nerves and shame commingle through my system, freezing me.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls it so hard I yip. “I said, speak, Pet.”

“Arr-rf!” I choke out.

“Louder.”

His grip is firm, but his other hand is on my shoulder, half reassuring and half admonishing. “Arf!” My pup bark is louder this time, and the smile that spreads across Noel’s face is reward enough.

“Good girl. That one’s hard for you, eh?” He rubs behind my ear, his touch calming my nerves, letting me rest in this pup headspace.

He takes three steps in front of me. “Stay.”

I laser-focus on him as he picks up the leash and walks to the door. Once he’s at the door, he nods. “Roll over, pup.”

I drop to my belly, the carpet soft against my breasts and rollover.

“Spread.”

I do, and this makes me aware of those pup mitts.

“Pretty pup. Come here, Pet.”

Crawling in that pup-walk, I do, and when his shoes come into my vision, I keep my head down.

“Good girl.” He pets me. The pride in his voice makes me want to shake my tail, and I realize that’s exactly what I should do.

I turn so that my bum is in front of him, and I move my hips, shaking my bum.

Noel laughs appreciatively. “Very good girl. Time to go for a walk.” Patting my bare ass, he tugs my tail and clips the leash to my collar. “You be a good girl and walk right beside me.”

I whimper. He ruffles my hair and opens the door. We’re out in the hallway, where anyone can see us, and I’m so wet and hot with the high of being in this headspace.

We start down the hall, and I keep pace with Noel, crawling beside him.

“Sit, Pet.”

I sat back on my knees, holding my breath.

“Relax, Pet. You seem to be waiting for someone to leave their room and see us. Remember, the only thing you have to do right now is follow directions.”

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