Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He strokes it gently.
“Good boy,” he says.
I’m trembling. Not from being nervous about what we’re doing, which I would have been in the past. No, I’m shaking because there’s so much adrenaline racing through me as my excitement about this tail combines with how fucking hard Frankie is making me.
My senses are overwhelmed in the best sort of way.
Frankie places the plug at the end of the tail in his mouth, clamping down to keep it there.
He fishes a bottle of lube out of his pocket.
He continues stroking my body with his free hand before pulling it away and pouring some lube onto his fingers. Setting the bottle down beside him, he massages my hole with his fingers, rubbing gently. Such a subtle experience compared to what I know that tail plug will feel like…because it isn’t small.
Although, it’s also not Frankie-big, so at the very least, I know I can do this.
As Frankie works my hole, I roll my head back.
His touch already has a special power over me, but there’s something different about this than just when we fuck.
Something so sensual, so intimate.
I enjoy the way he’s dominating me right now—the way he works his fingers, easing me into this experience, reminds me of how considerate he is, of how good he is at taking care of my needs.
This is why I trust Frankie so much. This is the reason we’re able to share this moment.
I feel safe with him.
He pushes his forefinger and middle finger inside me, and I can’t help but groan at the satisfaction he’s giving me.
He works me up a bit more before he takes the tail out of his mouth.
With it in his left hand, he pets me with his right.
“That’s my good Pup Runt,” he says.
The possessiveness behind him saying something as simple as that—the way he can claim me by just calling me his pup—makes my dick even harder.
He grips my hip with his right hand as he leans down and kisses my ass cheek.
It’s a soft kiss, but the way he’s grabbing me right now makes me feel like at any moment, he’s going to lose control and take me right here—something that wouldn’t surprise me since when I glance over my shoulder at him, I see that fat hard-on in his shorts.
I’m torn between how much I want him and how much I want to experience this tail inside me.
I suddenly understand what some of the articles we read together were about—the complexity of navigating puppy play with sex.
Frankie lubes up the plug before he slides it down between my ass cheeks, running it along the crack.
I can’t help myself. I rock my hips slightly.
I could never have imagined how badly I would want it.
It isn’t just sexual, though.
It’s this deep need within that Frankie is satisfying. This part of me that I know has been responsible for why I was so drawn to puppy play to begin with.
Not that there isn’t a part of it that isn’t just me wanting Frankie to fill me up with his cock right now. But there’s also this part that just wants to experience this tail…to get that much closer to transforming into Pup Runt.
Frankie takes his time…the way he took his time when we first fucked…when I was so nervous about taking that girthy cock in my ass.
As he eases the tail inside me, he continues stroking my body with his free hand.
The pressure is intense as he pushes it deeper, my body adjusting the way I did to him.
I let myself relax into it, and I enjoy the sensation of it as Frankie moves his hand up my back to my neck.
He offers a gentle, assuring massage.
And then I feel the pressure inside me settle.
“That’s my good pup.”
Frankie’s. All Frankie’s.
Reminds me of how appreciative I am to be wearing a tag that claims me as his pup.
He slides his hand down my back and side, and soon he’s feeling his way across my abdomen. His fingers caress their way to my cock once again, which he strokes gently.
He rises to his feet, steps back, and I start to move, but he holds his hand out signaling for me to stay.
I obey, even though I am so fucking excited. I keep turning back and checking out the tail, but I wish I could get a better view.
He stands there, just looking at me, fully taking this experience in.
The intense expression on his face assures me that what we’re doing is so right.
He approaches me and kneels down, offering gentle praise and a Reese’s Piece before he guides me into my bedroom.
He opens my closet door, so I can check myself out in the floor-length mirror.
I crawl so that I can see my profile, and I’m so thrilled to see my little tail!