“I’m on time. I’m on time.” He was breathing so fast I knew all he’d thought about was the scene as he got ready for me. “I’m clean. I’m on time.”
He looked like he’d repeat that over and over until I agreed with him, so I nodded and just ignored the questioning glances he was shooting at me. “Good boy. Now go back and dry off, but you’re right. You were on time and you get to keep all your spanks.”
Relief flooded through him and his gaze dropped to the bowls again. I could see questions forming but he nodded instead. “Yes, Master.”
I couldn’t decide if he was trying to be good or if there was something more devious behind his obedience, but I pretended to believe he was well-behaved as he hurried back into the bathroom.
I wasn’t stupid, but I appreciated having an extra few minutes to get everything ready. There was no way Knox just used the extra time to dry off but I didn’t question it when he came out dry and breathing normally. “Very good.”
And I had things ready too, so I was very good as well.
“Thank you, Master.” Knox wasn’t subtle but he kept his head aimed in my direction as his eyes frantically searched the room. “I even hung up my towel carefully.”
Nowthat, I believed.
“I appreciate that.” I let him keep searching the room because it was a wonderful distraction for my naughty author.
Looking for clues about what would happen was definitely keeping his brain off the rest of our day. It got even better when he picked up on the first oddities, though. His brows pulled together when he saw the bowls on the floor. Then his eyes widened excitedly when he saw the flyswatter-shaped paddle on the bed. My favorite was the way his mouth dropped open when he saw the dog toys spread around the floor.
“They’re yours, so I don’t think I’ll be hearing any complaints, will I?” I knew why he’d bought them, but I loved the way he blushed and squirmed. “Well?”
Sighing, he finally got the words out as his dick tried to decide if it was going down or up. “I...it’s...I had to figure out how they felt.”
Yep.
He didn’t seem to remember his drunk posts on exploring puppy play night, so I waited quietly to see what he’d confess.
“I...it was...it’s very odd.” That was Knox forit turned me on but I wasn’t a pup. “And it...I have to wag when the tail is in. I have to.”
Yep, I was going to have to remind him to go back and search the group for those posts at some point, but I wasn’t going to rush. “Tails are for wagging and I understand if you don’t sink into the pup headspace.”
I knew he wasn’t a pup and he knew that too...but his head tilted because he couldn’t figure out the rest. “Um, yes, Sir?”
He was so insanely adorable.
And so easy to fuck with.
Leaning back against the bed, I picked up the long, flexible paddle and stroked my fingers down the shaft, makinghisshaft perk up again and wave hello. “You’re going to show me what a fast pup you are.”
And I was going to make sure he had lots of encouragement.
Whimpering, Knox couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to grab his dick or pout. “I’m...I’m not a good pup.”
“I don’t need you to be a pup.” That wasn’t the point. “I need you to run around so I can watch you wag and whine. I need you to yelp when I smack your ass. I need you to whimper when I tell you that you can’t come yet.”
Letting out a ragged breath, Knox’s hand finally slid over and squeezed his dick.
“Because we both know how turned on you’re going to get. You love the tail and you love being watched and it gives you just enough humiliation that I bet you’d hump my leg if I promised to let you orgasm.” Some things were just fun. “You might’ve bought the gear to figure out how to describe it, but you found something you liked about it.”
His pushback was fading quickly but that might’ve been because he was jerking himself off faster.
“But I’m making it fun for you too.” The tempting tone in my voice had him squeezing himself. “Did you see what was in the bowls I got for you?”
When he shook his head and turned to focus on them, I chuckled. “One has water for a thirsty pup and one has special pup juice for a naughty author with a good imagination.”
His whimper went right to my dick. “Does...does my special juice havejustjuice?”
My laugh sent a shiver through him, but I answered him with words anyway. “No. There’s a good bit of vodka too. I also made sure that it’s pup accessible, so as long as you’re on all fours and running around, you’ll get to have as much as you want.”
