Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I was imagining doing insane things with his naked body, and he was just looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“I’m nervous. But not afraid of anything we’re going to do together.” I went to him, crouching down beside him. “Head up,” I murmured. He shifted, and I slid the collar around his neck. Even more tension eased out of him as it settled into place, and I knew that was as good of an indication as any that he was ready.
I finally let myself look at him. His dark brown hair was normally short, but it was starting to grow out a little. I liked it on him. It gave him more of a relaxed look instead of like an uptight Wall Street wannabe. It might not have been nearly as messy as mine, but I was willing to bet I could change that. Trying not to look at the rest of his body proved impossible. His long torso was lean, but more muscular than I’d expected. I dragged my eyes down to his full ass and the hard cock that was too erect to be hidden.
I crouched down, finally giving in to the urge to touch him. This was my pup. I was his master. He wanted to be touched, and I wanted to touch him. For right now, it was that simple.
I rested my hand on his shoulder blade, then started to run it lightly down his back — lightly at first, then more firmly as I gathered myself, as this felt more natural and more right. It took me a moment to get the nerve, but my hand slid from his back to his front. I traced lines along his body, around his nipples, around his belly button, and down, until my hand hovered only inches from his cock.
I could feel a shiver race through Adrian, but his quick inhalation and the needy little sound that escaped made it clear it was arousal and not fear that was coursing through him.
Shaking, he finally let out a low whine and rocked his body into my hand. His dick brushed my fingers, and he gasped and whined again. “Does Pup want Master to pet his gorgeous cock?” I murmured. All of him was beautiful, and he was the perfect size. He was neither too small nor too large, the ridges were defined without being too much so… and a drop of precum glistened at the tip, just waiting to fall.
Adrian gave a low bark, looking slightly unsure but desperately needy at the same time. He turned and leaned closer, nuzzling his face against my neck then giving another low bark. I wasn’t sure if he needed reassurance or if he just didn’t know how to ask for more, but playtime was as sexual for him as it was relaxing.
I was breathing heavily already. The feeling of his face against my skin, the sound of that bark… I was just as hard as he was. For a split second, it felt wrong, awkward, but it didn’t stay that way. How could it when he was so beautiful, so willing, so perfect?
“Good boy,” I praised. “But Master needs to do something first.” I’d planned on waiting longer, but I was going to end up coming into my pants like a teenager as it was. I might as well get the full experience before I embarrassed myself.
I settled back onto my heels and picked up the bottle of lube, letting him see it and giving him the chance to protest or ask me to slow down. I didn’t want to, but one word would be enough to bring all of this to a halt.
Adrian’s eyes got wide, and he gave the tail a long look full of need and worry. I couldn’t believe that he was more than likely gay, maybe bi, but had never played with his ass. How did you figure out if you were a top, a bottom, or vers if you didn't at least explore a little? Then again, some guys never wanted their ass penetrated at all. I just sure as fuck hoped Adrian wasn’t one of them.
Finally returning his gaze to me, Adrian leaned in and gave my lips a little lick. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but it was still tender and intimate somehow. Laughing a little, I reached out and ran a hand through his hair and down his back. I shifted into a more comfortable position then patted my leg. “Over my lap, Pup. We’re going to show you how good your tail’s going to feel.”
When he obeyed, I could feel his cock against me, and I fought not to squirm. I ran my hand slowly along his ass cheek, murmuring, “Relax. We’ll take it slow. Okay?”
Adrian gave a little whimper, but he let his head rest against the floor and closed his eyes. His muscles were still tense, but I could tell he wanted it, even if it worried him. “Shh.” I stroked his back, down his spine. I kept my voice low and even, every bit the master he wanted me to be, as I began to murmur to him. Not everything I said made sense, but he was my pup. It wasn’t about the words themselves. It was about soothing him with the sound of my voice, with my touch. I had to earn his trust and keep it when he was faced with something scary.