Page 41 of Training His Pet

“Actually, we’re looking for a few things. Where do you have your collar and leashes?” Dax’s thumb ran along her hand.

“Those are in aisle five. How big of a dog do you have?” the sales boy asked.

She sucked in a cool breath and forced herself to concentrate on the sale sign on the shelves in front of her.

“She’s about medium size.” Dax squeezed her hand. “Not too thin of a neck, but she can put up a struggle when she doesn’t want to be on her leash.”

Mortification would be listed as the cause of death on her death certificate.

“Well, we have a good variety. You can always bring her in if you need.”

“Good idea,” Dax said with an ounce of humor for every bit of humiliation weighing her down.

“I’ll be up front if you need something.”

“Thanks.”

Erika let out a long breath once his gym-shoed footsteps faded away. She aimed a death glare at Dax, who looked completely carefree.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said quietly, but with as much venom as she could.

“What? He had no idea we were talking about you,” he said and turned back to the shelves with the food bowls.

“I did though.”

He glanced down at her. “Yeah, and as red as your cheeks are right now, I bet your pussy is soaking those cute panties you’re wearing.”

She yanked her hand from his grip and shoved both fists into her pockets.

He chuckled. “I know I’m right; you don’t have to pout about it.” He picked up a silver bowl and inspected it.

Dax was right. Her core ran hot, and she could feel the dampness between her legs. If he were to touch her, she’d probably humiliate herself further by leaning into it.

She gritted her teeth and concentrated on the bowls.

“I’m not eating out of these,” she said with finality. A tone, she knew by his raised brow, that wasn’t allowed.

“Well, we’ll see, pet. Now, be a good girl and pick a bowl for your dinner and a bowl for your water.” He put down the silver bowl and folded his arms over his chest.

“Me?” She touched her chest. She had to participate in this embarrassing exchange?

“Yes. Willingness and obedience. Remember?” He gave her a soft smile. He knew this was difficult, and although he understood her feelings, he wasn’t going to let her out of his dictate.

She bit the inside of her cheek and inspected the bowls. He wouldn’t let them leave without whatever was on his supply list.

Erika picked up a medium-sized cream ceramic bowl that had dark brown paw prints painted along the outside. The inside of the bowl read#1 Pet.

“Here.” She shoved it at him.

“Good choice.” He smiled and took the bowl. “Do you want a matching one for your water?”

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the wave of dark arousal consuming her, but nothing helped. When she opened them again, he was still staring at her.

“You can do this,” he prompted softly.

“Yes, a matching bowl, please.”

“You got it, pet.” He winked and swiped up the second bowl. “Now, the collar and leash. Then we can stop at the store next door. I need some clothes and then we can go back to the cabin. Should be dinnertime by then.”

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