Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
When my shirt was finally lying on the bed, I took another deep breath and had to fight the urge to adjust my erection to a more comfortable position.
Actually touching myself didn’t seem like the best idea as he lowered himself to the floor and tapped on my shoe. I knew he wanted me to lift my foot, that was obvious, but his face was right at the perfect level and my brain was skipping around to all kinds of random fantasies instead of focusing on what we should be doing.
It took one more tap and a quiet chuckle before it got back on track.
Shoes.
Yes.
I managed to hold on to the bed and stand carefully, not doing anything embarrassing while he eased my shoes and socks off. But then he ruined my control by running his hands up my legs and I whimpered. It wasn’t the most ridiculous thing I could’ve done, but when he looked up at me with a pleased grin and tightened his hold on my thighs, I started blushing again.
“Such a good pup.” He seemed to think I was an even better pup when his hands skimmed higher on my body and just around my erection. “Good boy, pup.”
My body couldn’t seem to decide if it was more embarrassed or turned on, but I loved every second of his attention and every touch of his hand. “Thank you, Sir.”
The simple honorific had him making a deep, pleased sound that sent more tingly pleasure through me and right to my dick again. There was no way he could’ve missed the bulge that was straining the front of my jeans, but he seemed to be doing his best not to notice it.
It was probably a good thing, but as my anxiety faded, I was definitely starting to want him to take notice of the demanding attention-whore.
But I knew he was a good Dom and would make me wait…damn it.
I was smart enough to keep that thought to myself as he released the button on my pants and gently started easing the zipper down. The fact that my mind went blank as his fingers skimmed over my dick had nothing to do with my ability to behave…or the way all I could do was moan.
It didn’t get easier to think when he started inching my pants and briefs down either. Nope, freeing my dick just made the lack of brain cells even worse, and now all the blood in my body seemed to be in my erection.
“Please…” It was definitely the lack of oxygen to the brain that let the low plea escape.
“Not yet, pup.” The way he shook his head and looked disappointed didn’t help my desire to behave any. “You know the rules. I’m going to have to spank you later if you keep being naughty.”
Was that a promise or a threat?
I couldn’t decide if I was aiming to be good or to misbehave, and even the time it took to step out of my remaining clothes didn’t help. When he started to rise and his hands skimmed up my body, thinking became impossible, and I gave up, just focusing on doing whatever he told me to do.
“Good pup.” Whatever I’d done to please him earned me another peck on my cheek. “On all fours, pup.”
The simple order had me lowering myself to the floor in a familiar motion that had my pup inching closer to the surface. He started bouncing around excitedly in my mind as Cohen picked up my hood and slipped it over my head.
I found myself whining and inching closer to Cohen as he fastened my hood in place and slowly caressed over it. “Such a pretty pup. That’s right, good boy, pup.”
Letting the real world fall away as he petted me and told me what a good pup I was, I let the stress from my nervous sub side fade as he got me ready to play. I was a wonderfully behaved pup right up until he slipped one slick finger into me to stretch my achingly empty hole.
I shifted and arched my back, a soft moan escaping as he stroked my back and got me ready. “That’s right, pup. You’re such a good pup.”
I wanted to be good, but it got even harder as he finally slipped in my tail. Pleasure and just a sense of rightness washed over me, and the last worries faded away. All I could think of was pleasing my Master and I knew what he wanted from his good pup.
The first wag had me nudging my head against him and whining for pets and plays.
Plays.
Pets.
Oh, tummy rubbies.
I pushed my way onto his lap, wagging and wiggling as Master laughed and hugged me tight. “That’s my happy pup. Good pup.”
His hands stroked roughly over me before coming back and hugging my head against his chest. “I knew you were going to be a happy pup.”