Page 9 of A Halloween Kind of Night

Who was going to give him a shower?

Was he going to shower alone?

Most of the questions came down to wondering how far he wanted me to take the Dom role and how far I wanted to take it. I had to admit we probably needed to err on his side of the limits rather than mine.

He wasn’t exactly inspiring a lot of logic in me…but there were a lot of other more fun things going on in me.

Especially when he raced over and flopped down at my feet, panting and making cute whines. “You were so fast, pup.”

Petting his head, I reached for the bottle of water with the straw in it. “Drink.”

He obeyed that order happily, but when his little friend yawned and tipped over into his Daddy, Wynn curled closer against me and relaxed. The sign about what we should do next was clear, but the rest was foggy.

Was I supposed to tell him to shift back into his person side?

Was there an order for that?

Giving him more attention and cuddles, I did my best to discreetly look around the room and see what some of the other more creative-type subs were doing.

Some were no help.

I wasn’t going to carry Wynn out like a sack of potatoes while he was pitching a fit for one more Snickers. But the other pup seemed to shift to his person side after his orgasm, so that was good to know, and a few of the littles had started to look…well, less little.

They had an amazing ability to shift from innocent little to tired, grown-up sub in the blink of an eye. It made me wonder what type Wynn would be because it hadn’t taken him long to find his pup side at all.

He was a slut for a little with a ball.

I was very grateful Skyler had stayed busy enough that he didn’t have time to throw a ball for Wynn the pup.

But as he cuddled and I petted his head, it seemed like yawns and quiet time brought out his inner human.

One second he was a happy, slightly exhausted pup and the next he was a curious human sub who was trying to look up at me subtly.

“There you are.” Just jumping right into it and trying to sound relaxed, I did my best to come across like a confident Dom. “Kneel.”

He blinked but it didn’t take long for his body to shift into the right position. Nothing in his reactions or even the look on hisface said he was upset or had changed his mind, so I told myself I had to trust him.

“You have two options. Leash on as we walk home. Leash off as we walk home.” It was late as fuck on Halloween and he was fully clothed, so neither option would surprise anyone we ran into. “You can answer with words, or if you point to the leash, I’ll know to put it on you.”

Wynn licked his lips and blinked again, finally looking like the lights had gone on in his brain. “On.”

I was proud of him for answering but I simply nodded and waited because he didn’t seem done. The rest took a bit longer and involved a deep breath and a wiggle, but he didn’t back down from it. “You…you told me what the plan was already, right?”

It wasn’t a bad way to phrase it and he seemed at ease with what we’d talked about as I nodded. “Yes, my plans for us have not changed. Punishment and orgasm are the first part, but you’re going to need a shower before we talk about anything else.”

Blink.

Blink.

“Yes, Sir.” The simple response sounded calm and in control, but his erection was straining against the puppy costume and there was something needy in his eyes.

“Very good.” Clipping his leash on the costume, I made a mental note to start looking for real collars. Plastic was fun for Halloween but it wasn’t sturdy enough for everyday play.

Something about the praise had his shoulders relaxing and the desire in his eyes became more obvious. It seemed very clearto me that he was still in the headspace where he wanted to continue.

I could only wonder how long he’d been curious about this kind of stuff if he was stepping into it so easily, but knowing Wynn, he might’ve been trying to find a Dom back in college and it just hadn’t worked out.

But I had him for the time being, so as long as it was puppy play and easy submission, I wasn’t too out of my league.

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