Page 12 of A Halloween Kind of Night

Barely.

“Thank you, Sir.” Other words might’ve made the staying hard instruction difficult but calling him Sir and thanking him for calling me a good boy was hot as fuck.

Fuck.

Wondering if he’d do that to me was also hot as fuck.

And made the staying hard part even easier.

He’d spank me and then when my ass was still aching and I was in that needy embarrassment phase the subs online talked about, he’d bend me over the back of the couch and—

“If you walk into a pole, you will not get a spanking or an orgasm.” Boone had been fast and somehow moved me away from the light pole that had popped up unexpectedly, but he was pissed and that was kind of hot too.

“I should get extra spanks to help me remember to pay attention to my surroundings.” Yes, that sounded like a great plan as long as I liked spanks as much as I thought I would.

Boone stepped closer, moving us to the edge of the walkway until I was almost pressed against a wall. It probably looked like he was going to make out with me, but he was pissed…or something close to that. “Who do you belong to right now?”

Oh, that was an amazing question.

Every curious inch of me loved it and I had to work at figuring out the right answer…because moaning wasn’t it.

“You, Sir.” Yes. He liked that answer. “I belong to you.”

Because he was my Handler?

My Dom?

I still wasn’t sure what would come next, but at the moment, he was in charge and that was going to get me an orgasm. So I wasn’t going to do something stupid like say I belonged to myself.

That would not get me spanked and orgasmed.

“Do not injure my property.” His rough tone sent a shiver through me, but his possessive words had my dick trying to jump out of the costume. “Is that clear?”

Very.

Wonderfully.

Orgasmically.

“Yes, Sir.” Keeping my response simple seemed like the best way not to get in trouble or possibly overshare since he might not understand how sexy he was when he glared at me like that. “I’ll pay more attention.”

I’d try at least…because he was right…damaging myself might lead to an ER visit and I was not doing that dressed like a beagle.

Tugging me closer using the leash, he brought me right up against him so there was no way he could miss how turned on I was. “I—”

Wait.

“I will take away spanks and add lines if I need to make sure you don’t injure yourself.” Boone’s threat had me bouncing between getting even more turned on and being scared he’d actually do it. “We are almost home. Don’t blow your chance to be bent over my lap.”

He made the best threats.

“Yes, Sir.” I really wished I was more articulate but there wasn’t enough blood or brains in my head to have figured anything else out.

I might’ve managed to promise to be good but lying didn’t seem like the right way to get myself out of the situation. If he’d stopped tugging on the leash I might’ve managed another option, but he didn’t and it just kept doing crazy things to me.

Boone knew it too because every time I held back a moan his eyes flashed with some kind of wicked laughter that made him look mean and sexy. “That’s going to feel even better with a real collar.”

What?

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