Page 5 of A Halloween Kind of Night

Yes, I had very little to actually apologize about…but I wasn’t going to be a pain in the ass and make anything difficult.

I wasn’t sure how to go about that but not complaining anymore or reminding him that Skyler liked fucking with me seemed to be a good place to start.

Unfortunately, Boone didn’t see it quite that way.

Before I could even look around the packed café, he turned and faced toward me, bringing his hand up to cup my chin.

Hottest fucking thing ever.

When my eyes were focused on his, he stepped closer and pinned me to the wall by the door, giving me the feeling of being fabulously trapped. “If he touches anywhere else on your body, it will not end well for anyone. Got it?”

Wow.

Words.

Had to word.

“Yes, Sir.” Oh fuck. I’d Sirred him.

“Good boy, pup.” Nothing in his eyes said he thought that was weird, which just made it even more erotic…and kind of weird, honestly. “I’m the only one who tugs on your leash as well. Is that clear?”

I managed to nod, but he’d given the leash a tug and it’d fried my brain.

“That’ll do for now.” He’d accepted the nod but it didn’t seem to be time to move away from me. “If you’re my pup, you’re mine for the night. Don’t even think about flirting with a single Dom or wagging your tail for anyone else.”

How had I not imagined how possessive he would be as my Dom?

I probably shouldn’t have been fantasizing about him at all, but since I had, I should’ve at least been accurate.

“Yes, Sir.” Swallowing hard, I licked my lips. “No flirting. Your pup. No wagging for anyone else.”

For the night?

I wasn’t sure what that meant but asking seemed stupid.

I’d take what I could get and I’d be turned on and grateful for it.

“Good boy, pup.” His free hand came up to pet my head and something about the slow way he stroked it felt so much different than Skyler’s happy pets. “We have just a few more things to get out of the way.”

I wasn’t sure if that was going to be good or bad since I’d kind of backed him into a corner, but I nodded anyway. “Yes, Sir.”

I’d deserve it if he got pissed and it all went sideways.

“You will be getting punished when we get home. Period. It can be a spanking or you can pick writing lines and standing in the corner. But I will make an impact on you.” He paused while I moaned and processed the sexy threat enough to actually respond.

“Yes, Sir.” God. He was going to spank me. “I…I don’t want to write lines.”

He huffed, drawing out the silence until I shivered. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

Yeah, after the conversation at the door, I’d have been shocked if it had. Before I could admit that, though, he continued his sexy domination. “If you continue being this turned on, I will make you orgasm. I decided I’m your Handler for the night so that comes with all the rights and responsibilities. Do you consent?”

My brain started doing that blue circle of death thing my computer had last year and it took me way too long to get it to do anything else…like think.

Luckily, Boone didn’t panic, he just looked down between us and raised one eyebrow. “I’m going to need a verbal answer, but I’ll be patient because the nonverbal cues are very good indicators of what you’re going to say.”

I was hard.

I couldn’t help it…but I should’ve worn tighter underwear.

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