Page 63 of Puppy on a Leash

“It’s not a bad idea.” Tony’s voice cut off my inner fantasies. “We do need to talk.”

Talk.

Right.

Wecoulddo that.

“Be right back.”

Or I could get out of his grip, grab his hand, and drag him to my room. He didn’t fit in the tiny space with a bed that was barely large enough to fit both Cece and me and would certainly not work with someone more wide shouldered than we were.

It didn’t matter.

There was a door separating us from the rest of the world, and that was all I needed. The benefit of rushing him here wasthat he was too busy taking in the mess I had for a room—too busy to keep me from pinning him to said door.

“I wanna fuck you so fucking bad,” I said. I’d never claimed to be one for finesse. “And then I wanna hear you talk some more about punishing me, and being responsible for me, and all that shit.”

Tony’s breath hitched. I smirked. I’d liked what he did to my insides when he’d discussed responsibility with Cece, but I liked having him like this, too. It was a sort of thrill I wanted to keep chasing.

A thrill that died a sudden death when Tony’s expression shifted from that deer caught in headlights look to nostrils flared, set jaw, and intent eyes.

He trailed his hand up my torso to my throat. There was no real pressure, but it was enough to turn the tables, to leave me standing on the tip of my toes with my lips parted.

“Was I not clear earlier when I talked about owning you, pup?”

A whimper escaped me before I could remember I was supposed to be in control here. “But the other day you said?—”

“Keyword there,” Tony interrupted. I squirmed. “Isaid.”

I gulped.

Okay, got it.

I moved my hands from his waist to his wrist. I didn’t need—or care—to fight him, but moving my hands helped stave off the panic of being in the position he’d put me in.

He relaxed his hold a few seconds later, lowering me. I swallowed again as the soles of my feet connected with the grey flooring.

“I wasn’t baiting you, pup.” He spoke before I could verbalize the fear that would’ve plagued me sooner or later. “I want you to. I fantasize about it when the idea doesn’t make me freeze completely. But it needs to be on my terms.”

I nodded.

Yeah, that made sense.

“Your body, your pace. Got it.”

Tony pressed me up against him. His heart was beating as fast as mine. I gasped, craning my neck so I could keep an eye on him.

“We can do other things.”

“Yeah?” I went back on my tiptoes, standing just a short distance from his mouth. “Can we make out?”

He was on me before I’d even finished posing the question. His lips, his hold, his teeth clashing with mine—everything about it was aggressive. Everything about it had me scrambling for purchase, feeling like something meant to be mundane was a world-class experience that would get stuck in my head for years to come.

“If you think we’re going too fast, it’s going to be on you to pull the brakes.” Tony growled the words into my mouth.

He could’ve said pretty much anything and my response would’ve been the same—I pressed myself against him until his mouth was back on me.

“We’re good.” I breathed out the words when I didn’t get what I wanted. “Fast is good.”

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