Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“You have two options. Leash on as we walk home. Leash off as we walk home.” It was late as fuck on Halloween and he was fully clothed, so neither option would surprise anyone we ran into. “You can answer with words, or if you point to the leash, I’ll know to put it on you.”
Wynn licked his lips and blinked again, finally looking like the lights had gone on in his brain. “On.”
I was proud of him for answering but I simply nodded and waited because he didn’t seem done. The rest took a bit longer and involved a deep breath and a wiggle, but he didn’t back down from it. “You…you told me what the plan was already, right?”
It wasn’t a bad way to phrase it and he seemed at ease with what we’d talked about as I nodded. “Yes, my plans for us have not changed. Punishment and orgasm are the first part, but you’re going to need a shower before we talk about anything else.”
Blink.
Blink.
“Yes, Sir.” The simple response sounded calm and in control, but his erection was straining against the puppy costume and there was something needy in his eyes.
“Very good.” Clipping his leash on the costume, I made a mental note to start looking for real collars. Plastic was fun for Halloween but it wasn’t sturdy enough for everyday play.
Something about the praise had his shoulders relaxing and the desire in his eyes became more obvious. It seemed very clear to me that he was still in the headspace where he wanted to continue.
I could only wonder how long he’d been curious about this kind of stuff if he was stepping into it so easily, but knowing Wynn, he might’ve been trying to find a Dom back in college and it just hadn’t worked out.
But I had him for the time being, so as long as it was puppy play and easy submission, I wasn’t too out of my league.
He wasn’t the only one who’d been doing research.
Still, easing us into the shift from pup who played to sub who got spanked was probably the best idea…especially since orgasms were involved. So I gave the leash a tug, smiling as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and I shifted one foot so my shin was between his legs.
His eyes got wider as I moved it forward and ended up pressed against his erection. When he didn’t safeword and I could see he was still breathing, I rocked my leg back and forth just enough to rub his cock.
His very hard cock.
“I think you’d look very good in just a leash and collar when I put you over my lap.” The casual mention of the scene seemed to take a second to hit his brain, but once it did, he shivered and let out a soft, needy breath. “Just a leash and collar.”
The moment the image flooded his brain, he rocked against me to hump my leg. After a moment he realized what he’d done and stopped, but when he didn’t look around, I realized it was about being good for me and not about our audience.
“As long as you ask nicely, you can hump me.” I thought it was a reasonable response, but his whole body tensed and it took me a second too long to realize he’d almost come. “But if you come in your costume, you have to walk home like that.”
Worst-case scenario, I’d walk slightly in front of him and we’d say he spilled something on himself. There’d be enough drunk idiots running around in weird shit to make it reasonable. I wasn’t sure there was anything logical going on in Wynn’s head, though, so I kept that to myself. “Do you understand?”
Nodding slowly like the words were barely seeping into his brain, Wynn let out a soft moan as he started rocking against me again. Something about it had brain cells firing and he shivered as thoughts came back to life. “I…I was good. I played nice with the littles and I stayed close and I didn’t flirt with anyone.”
Yes, he’d been good.
“Is any of that going to get you out of being spanked?” I knew the answer before he shook his head, but I let him respond anyway. “That’s right. But it will help you get a bigger orgasm or maybe even two orgasms when we get home.”
I was starting to be very glad that we already lived together.
“Two. Can…can I have two?” Focusing right on the important issue, the pressure he was putting on my leg got harder. “Very good. I was a very good pup.”
Some of his sentences seemed to be getting stuck in his head, but he wasn’t wrong, so I nodded. “That’s right. And now you’re going to be a very good sub for me, aren’t you?”