Page 47 of Puppy on a Leash

“Go on, pup,” he rasped out.

Fuck.

A shiver racked down my spine as I snaked to get a better angle where my hood let me reach the boot. I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t worrying about how I should put on more of an act. I was just driven by instinct. It felt the same way it did when I topped someone alongside Cece. Well, not the same, but it was the closest I could compare it to.

I closed my eyes as my tongue touched the leather. The taste was somewhat bitter. Not bad, but nothing one would describe as good in front of polite company. It wasn’t about the taste. Not for me. It was about Tony’s power, about bringing myself to his feet. Before he could encourage me further, I dragged my tongue across the front of his boot. I was less shy, more emboldened. I bucked my hips as I did, feeling more crazed—with lust, with desire, with need.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you, pup?”

I whimpered.

That was when Tony pressed his fingers tighter against my skin, when he rubbed harder.

That was when I let go, when waves of pleasure overtook me. I trembled as I rode the most powerful orgasm I’d had in months, lips parted, trying to catch a breath that wasn’t coming.

Tony didn’t let go of me. Thank fuck. But he moved his hand from my tail and lifted my face up until I was resting against his thigh. I didn’t care about how vulnerable I must look or how dazed my gaze had to be. I didn’t care about the softness in how he scratched the back of my head.

It was a few seconds—maybe a minute or two—of just breathing, my chest heaving until I could get it under control. He didn’t move his fingers until I’d evened out completely.

Marga and Jen had never talked about how good he was with his fingers.

“Are you good, pup?”

“Woof.” The lack of enthusiasm was a result of exhaustion.

Tony just fixed one of the wobbly ears in my hood while he hummed. “Do you want me to show you what I got you?”

I blinked. Right. He’d said he had something for me—something that matched my puppy gear.

Reluctantly, I moved until I was sitting on my haunches. It took a second to adjust to the feel of the tail again. After coming, everything felt more sensitive, and that included my ass—especially if it had been played with. I had to squirm a bit until I was back to a somewhat comfortable position.

And rub my eyes with my mitts. I recovered fast, but sometimes orgasms made me sleepy for a few seconds.

Presents overrode that, though.

“Here.”

Tony sat on the bench he’d moved so that it was by the mats the Littles used. He reached behind him to grab the thing he’d been holding earlier.

I gulped.

That thing?

It was a leather collar. A collar attached to one of those extendable leashes. The handle of the leash was yellow and white. The yellow was not the exact same shade as my gear, but close enough.

I cocked my head to the side. Was MisterI Write Down Contracts With Subsoffering me a collar after half a scene? I knew my puppy brain didn’t compute as logically as my regular brain, but…

“It’s a training collar,” he explained while extending the arm holding it closer to me. I breathed out. Okay, a training collar was cool. “You want to try it on?”

“Woof!” I wiggled before I stood taller on my knees to make it easier for him, too.

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It was only a training collar. I reminded myself of the fact as I buckled it at the back of his neck. It had been my plan, too. My idea. I should be the one in control of it.

I was in control. I just hadn’t expected control to feel this meaningful. Just as I hadn’t expected Jaime to go from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Or how I hadn’t expected anything sexual to happen. I still had to check in with him about it later. I didn’t think I’d taken more liberties than I’d been granted, and he’d definitely enjoyed it.

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