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So I work hard to keep my face stern, fighting the smile playing on my lips.
And I suppose King Madden fell in love with Blakely as quickly as she did with him. As much as I'm dying to reunite with my wife, I can't blame the puppy for wanting to be near her.
Still, we're going to have to figure this out. I point behind her, declaring, "Your dog isn't on the bed. It seems he has a disobedience problem as much as you do."
Confusion fills her expression. She turns, and King Madden stays planted but cocks his head and whines.
My pet puts her hand over her mouth, giggling, then tries to contain it. She winces, chirping, "Sorry. Do you..." She glances at my pelvis again and continues, "Do you think I deserve a punishment, Sir?"
King Madden scoots next to her and resumes his kneeling position, but it isn't submissive. It's protective.
She glances at him, then asks, "Permission to pet our puppy, Sir?"
"Not permitted," I reply.
She traces the edge of the top of her dress, grazes her breasts, and bites her lip. Then she pouts, firing more adrenaline straight to my core.
I resist the urge to pin her on the ground and start fucking her. I state, "We've got a problem."
She grimaces, glances at King Madden, and replies, "I know...but he wants to be with us. I can't blame him. Can you?"
I ask, "Did I tell you to take your eyes off me?"
Her cheeks flush. She shakes her head. "No, Sir."
"Then why did you?" I question.
She lifts her chin. "I apologize, Sir. Is there something I can do for you to make up for my mistake?"
"Your puppy is cock blocking me," I state.
"Our puppy, Sir," she corrects me.
I glance at the dog. He stares at Blakely, wags his tail, and begins to whine.
I pick him up and tell him, "This is my castle, not yours. Understand?"
He narrows his eyes, barks at me, and it's clear I'm fucked. This dog isn't going to make it easy for me. But I'm not resting until I get what I want tonight. And what I've wanted for too damn long is my wife back in my bed.
Blakely asks, "Sir, permission to hold our puppy?"
I consider it.
She adds, "To help him get settled."
King Madden barks at me again, so I sternly order, "Don't bark at me, or you're not going back to your mama."
He quiets, then looks at Blakely and whines.
I cave and hand him to my pet.
She pets his head, then kisses him, declaring, "What are we going to do about you?"
He barks and wags his tail.
I mutter, "Put him in a doghouse outside."
Shock fills Blakely's face. She hugs him and says, "No! He's not an outdoor dog."
