Page 120 of Puppy on a Leash

Submitting to him in front of an audience? It made me shiver from head to toe.

“Pup?”

Shit.

I cleared my throat. “Woof.”

It wasn’t a puppylike bark, but I didn’t want to sound hesitant, and my voice was failing me. I wiggled my hips to make up for it. I didn’t really submit in a group setting. It wasn’t a limit, but it left me more vulnerable than I ever was.

Sure, maybe I was running ahead. After all, he hadn’t yet explained what was going to happen, but another thing that occurred after being with a D-type for long enough? I learned how his mind worked. Intimately.

He was going to test how much I’d let him get away with.

Which was a problem, because right now, the answer was pretty much anything he would dare to do.

The people around us had started to move, creating something close to a semicircle around us, either leaning against the nearest walls or sitting on a few benches they’d moved to be closer.

None of them looked concerned. Mónica had an arm locked around Kara’s waist, but that was the only show of protectiveness going around the group.

León looked like he wanted to put me under a microscope and like he couldn’t wait to see this go down. Danny had a similar expression, but it wasn’t as intense. María had her headcocked to the side. Ev was blushing. Eli had its eyes on the floor, kneeling on a throw pillow by Erika’s side.

Erika looked weirdly emotional.

I’d ask about that later. I knew the two of them were close.

Sergio was half hiding, half watching from behind Danny. He and Abel played a lot with the primal players, and Sergio wasn’t always in the mood to be a voyeur, so it made sense he used a shield. Or whatever it was he was doing.

I was sure he’d come out in a bit. Sergio was the farthest thing from shy, but… Yeah. Sometimes he needed warming up. I personally thought it had to do with the fact that, for the longest time, he hadn’t really engaged much during group play. In the past, there hadn’t been enough queer men who’d joined us on those nights, so now he needed a bit more warming up than the rest of us.

The rest of us being me.

And, yeah, I was derailing so that I didn’t start trying to come up with scenarios for what Tony was going to put me through tonight.

Whatever.

“Easy.” Tony tilted my chin up. “We’re going to start you off nice and easy. You like to fetch, don’t you?”

Wait.

I shook the nerves away like an actual puppy would shake off the rain after a walk out. But fetch?

Huh.

I could do fetch.

I guessed.

The mattresses were going to make it hard. It was harder to run on all fours over stuff that bounced and moved and…

Whatever.

Big strong pup here. I could do anything.

“Woof!”

Tony signaled me to stay put. There was a hint of a smile on his face. I didn’t miss it. I obeyed, too. Well, I wiggled some, but I was a puppy. That was my excuse.

When he returned, he had one of the bone-shaped chew toys I had too many of. Maybe that was why we were here? The mattresses were clean, and Tony could get a bit particular about the floor we played on being completely clean if I was going to even try to catch something with my mouth. It was challenging to do with mitts and a muzzle. Honestly, I just forced myself to do it to spite him. I never really cared about catching them when I was playing with Cece or any of the others.

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