Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
He shivered and nodded excitedly. “Yes, Sir. I’ve been naughty.”
Naughty boy.
“Pup time first, then I’ll decide what you need from there.” I tried to sound serious and stern as I led him over to the couch, but he shivered again, looking more aroused than worried.
“Yes, Sir.” His wound-up excitement faded to a more manageable level as I sat and he carefully knelt down in front of me. “Thank you, Sir.”
I took a deep breath that he mirrored, and as I stroked a hand over his head, he leaned into my touch and smiled softly. “Good, pup. Again.”
Obeying, his shoulders relaxed as he let out another deep breath. “I’m glad I left my gear here, but I forgot clothes.”
Again, I was left trying not to laugh. “You have a few things here, and I don’t mind keeping you naked while I do some laundry later.”
His smile swung between sheepish and excited, but he finally closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. “You’re very smart, Sir.”
I didn’t believe the sweetness for a minute. However, if he wanted to aim for sweet and cute to try to get a reward later, who was I to stop him?
“Thank you, pup.” Taking my time, I ran my fingers over his head and down his neck to give him a chance to just be.
He’d been running in circles for days, so it wasn’t a surprise that he’d reached his limit. We hadn’t been together long enough for me to know at what point I was supposed to step in, though. I’d never had a sub like Bishop, who was eager for a Dom and wanted the help.
“That’s my good pup.” As the last of his stress seemed to fade away, I moved my hands down his chest and tugged at his shirt. “Hands up.”
I might not have been the smartest Dom, but at least I’d been smart enough to bring his gear into the living room. Going upstairs would’ve ruined the moment and the quiet he’d found, so I was glad that as his shirt came off, I could reach over and take his hood out of the bag that contained his gear.
“Oh.” His eyes focused on the hood as the duffel bag seemed to come into focus like it’d just magically appeared.
I nodded as I set the hood down beside me and reached for his jeans. “Yes, I’ve got everything all ready for you, pup. Sit up for me.”
His brain seemed to be skipping from one thing to another because it took him a second to recognize the order and shift to his knees. “Yes, Sir.”
When I had the button released and the zipper down, I gave his hip a pat. “Stand.”
Again, it took a moment for the word to connect and to pull his gaze back to me. “Yes, Sir.”
Realizing he was already well on his way to sinking into his puppy side or something like subspace, I kept my motions quick and efficient as I stripped him. “Down.”
Simple orders and physically steering him into position got quicker responses, but his brain shifted again as the hood slipped over his head. As soon as it was in place, the excitement came back into his eyes and he started to wiggle around.
Chuckling, I wrestled him into his mitts and kneepads before pulling out the tail. He was barking and jumping around, wiggling his hind end and thoroughly enjoying himself. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wrestle the big boxer to get his tail in, but he was off and bounding around the room as soon as it was in place.
Shaking my head, I slid down to the floor and leaned back against the couch as he barked and got the first rush of energy out. When he scrambled back over to me, whining and nuzzling against my chest, I took the hint and reached for a toy.
Pulling out a squishy rope-type toy that felt almost plastic, I tossed it across the room. “Go get it.”
He barked and bounded over before picking it up in his mouth and bringing it back to me, his hard cock mostly ignored as it swung heavily under him. He seemed to have endless energy as I threw and he fetched, but after a while, he dropped the toy and curled up on my lap.
Well, his head and shoulders were on my lap.
The rest of my oversized pup was curled up on all fours wiggling as he wagged his tail. “Hmm, I wonder what my pup wants?”
He barked happily, squirming closer and nearly knocking me over as I laughed. “Alright, pets and cuddles it is.”
As I stroked over his head and down his back, he closed his eyes and relaxed, wagging his tail and making soft happy sounds. He hadn’t tried to hide how aroused he’d been when he was playing, and it seemed to still be a background note as he cuddled and nuzzled against me.