Page 54 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

As Noel stands with his back to the hallway, a short man with his arms wrapped around a blonde woman come out of their room, laughing.

They glance at us and continue on their way.

I close my eyes, in relief or wistfulness, I’m not sure.

Noel pats my head. “Okay?”

“Arf!”

“Good girl. Let’s continue.”

The air between us is tense with lust, and I’m hyper-aware of Noel’s every move as I crawl beside him. His gentle tug pulls me through the leash, connecting me to his wants, down the stairs.

And then stops at the reception desk. “Noel, can you take a quick look at this for me?” She shows him her iPad.

I’m ignored as Noel leans against the desk, reading whatever is on the screen. Guests pass me by on their way out for the evening.

Piano music floats from the Parlour, and my head grows thick with a stillness I haven’t experienced before.

I’m invisible, or at least blended in or accepted as being nothing more than Noel’s pet, and I like it so much. Desire heats my blood with want.

He reaches down and twirls his fingers through my hair.

Another long moment, then he gives a tug on the leash.

“Come, Pet, to the dungeon.”

The hardwood floor is tough on my shins, and I’m super grateful for the knee pads and mitts giving me protection.

The doors to the dungeon are open, and people are playing. I glance up to see a man tied to the cross, a woman with long purple braids working him over with a flogger.

In the next play area, a woman sits on a queening chair being serviced by a man, and the roll of voices surrounds me. It’s all very lively and upbeat.

My tummy tightens in nerves and eagerness.

Noel walks me through the space, and I keep my head straight so I’m not catching all of it from this viewpoint, but the space hums with an electric energy.

Leading us to the back, Noel stops. Reaching down, he unclips my leash from my collar and pats my head.

“Good girl, Pet. Hop up here,” he points to the step.

I do, and it’s an ample empty space–maybe they use it as a stage–on a raised platform.

“Ready to play?”

“Arf! Arf” I let out a high pitch bark and shake my ass, deciding to go for it because I want to play.

Noel grins. His smile makes me melt.

“Stay.”

He walks across the stage to the back, rummaging in a fabric box. He holds up a bone-shaped squeaker toy and throws it in the air.

“Fetch, pet.”

As fast as I can crawl, I chase after the toy, grabbing it with my paw mitts. My lips touch the silicone, setting off a new blaze of desire. I’m absolutely soaked. I return the toy to Noel, rubbing his legs with my body.

“Good girl. Drop the toy, Pet.”

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