Page 14 of A Halloween Kind of Night

“I stayed hard.” It probably wasn’t the right place to announce that since we weren’t alone on the street, but I didn’t really care about drunk idiots in half-naked costumes. “So I get two orgasms.”

And his smirk was back.

“You’re right. You stayed hard and that was the rule.” Tugging on the leash again, Boone brought me close enough I thought he was going to kiss me. “I’m going to enjoy rewarding you.”

Part of me was glad to hear that since I’d kind of railroaded him into the whole situation, but part of me wanted to bounce around and wag my tail. It didn’t seem like the best time for that last one, though, so I nodded and tried to give a more rational response. “I think I’m going to like making you happy.”

Boone flashed me a genuinely pleased smile before the wicked one was back. “That’s sweet, but it’s also a really subby thing to say.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong about that.

“Is that okay?” I was pretty sure I’d spent entirely too much time over the past year or two trying not to sound submissive, and I was kind of tired of overthinking everything.

“Yes.” Boone straightened, looking thoughtful about something. “The mental shift is just going to trip me up sometimes, but I like it.”

Me being submissive or the whole situation?

I wasn’t sure if I’d have asked that or not, but he killed all my brain cells again in one softly spoken thought. “And I’m going to like being in control.”

Oh yeah…I was going to enjoy it too.

“Do you remember your safewords?” He waited, his mouth pausing just out of reach.

“Yes.” I knew that wasn’t enough, so I licked my lips and tried not to think about how his would feel against mine. “Yellow pauses things. Red means stop. And with the stoplight system, green means go.”

Nodding slowly, he tugged on the leash. “Good boy. I think we’re ready to go upstairs, then.”

And spank me.

And give me orgasms.

And then…well, whatever he wanted because I wasn’t the one in charge.

“Yes, Sir.” Not being in control of what happened next might end up being my favorite part about submitting.

I was hoping spankings and orgasms would be the second.

Skyler certainly thought they were amazing and he hadn’t been wrong about much. He was a pain in the ass, but he was usually a correct pain in the ass.

Boone’s eyes flashed with something sexy but it was gone just as quick as he reached for the door of our building. He kept me close as we went upstairs, but he let the spanking and his promise of orgasms hang between us.

Part of me worried that the fantasy would stop as soon as we got back to the real world, but Boone didn’t seem any different as he led me inside and locked the door. I kept waiting for something to change or him to realize what he was going to do, but after he set all our shit down on the table near the door, he just walked us through the living room and to our oversized couch.

The whole situation had my brain whirling like it was ready to crash, but Boone was relaxed and confident as he stroked the leash. “I’m going to take your leash off now because your collar is part of the costume. But that doesn’t mean you’re not my submissive anymore tonight.”

Collar off.

Submission on.

“I…I like the leash and the idea of my collar but I’ll remember.” I wasn’t sure the right way to explain how the leash made me feel, but just pretending I had a real collar on had my dick trying to get even harder.

“I’m going to get you a collar tomorrow after we work out a few details.” His fingers slid up the leash, barely caressing around where a collar should really sit. “I have to decide if it will be something you can remove or something that will be locked around you. I think you might need two.”

So not questions about us but practical things?

“Okay.” I could find opinions on that if he wanted me to. “I…I like knowing what you’re thinking.”

Yes, knowledge was good as long as he was making the decisions.

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