Page 18 of Daddy's Naughty Dog Trainer

Something darkens in his eyes. "Then you'll be rewarded appropriately."

The implications hang in the air between us, charged and heavy with promise.

“Are you… I mean…” I look down at my hands.

“Serious?” He asked me.

I shake my head no. “Are you a dominant?”

“Like a BDSM dominant?”

“Yes,” I manage.

“I am. I have been for my entire adult life. I knew the second I met you, that you’re submissive. Not a stereotypical submissive,but one who will make her Dom work for it. I don’t do age play, but I have been known to be on the softer side of the dynamic. I can’t tell you what you calling me Daddy did to me the other night.”

“Oh.” That's all I can manage to say. I don’t know what to say. My instincts were correct. He is a Daddy Dom and he wants me.

"Does that arrangement work for you, Jessica?" he asks, watching me carefully.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

"Words," he prompts softly. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes," I manage. "That works for me."

"Good girl."

The praise sends an unexpected wave of warmth through me. Two simple words, but from Sean's mouth, they feel like so much more.

He stands abruptly. "Now, let's get to training. Lucky's been working on his 'stay' command with distractions. I want to show you his progress."

Just like that, we're back to dog training. But something has shifted between us, an agreement that makes every glance, every accidental touch, charged with new meaning.

We work with Lucky for the full hour, and as always, I'm genuinely impressed with his progress. Sean has clearly been diligent with their practice sessions, and Lucky responds to his commands with enthusiastic obedience.

"He's doing amazingly well," I say as Lucky successfully completes a three-minute "stay" despite a squeaky toy being tossed near him. "You're a natural."

Sean's expression softens with pride. "He's a smart dog. Just needed the right guidance."

"And consistency," I add. "You're very consistent with him."

"I believe in clear expectations," Sean says, his eyes finding mine. "When someone knows exactly what's expected and whatthe consequences are for not meeting those expectations, they tend to thrive."

The double meaning makes my cheeks warm. "Some people might find that... restrictive."

"Some might," he acknowledges. "Others find it freeing."

I think about that as we wrap up the session, putting away training tools and giving Lucky his well-earned treats. There's something to what Sean says about knowing the rules, understanding the boundaries. It does create a certain freedom. When everything is clear, there's no anxiety about what might happen if you step over an invisible line.

"Same time next week?" I ask as I gather my things.

Sean hesitates. "Actually, I was hoping we might try something different. Lucky's ready for more advanced socialization. There's a dog-friendly café downtown called The Barking Bean. Maybe we could meet there? Tomorrow morning instead of our usual time?"

"A café date?" I tease before I can stop myself. "That sounds almost personal, Mr. Ferguson."

He doesn't smile, but his eyes warm. "Consider it a field trip. For Lucky's benefit."

"Right. For Lucky." I nod solemnly, playing along. "Tomorrow works for me. Ten o'clock?"

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