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"Come for me," he commands, his hand slipping between us, his fingers circling my clit in firm, knowing strokes. “Come for Daddy.”

I shatter.

A broken moan rips from my throat as pleasure floods through me, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me, making me tremble beneath him. My body clenches around him, gripping him tight, and with a deep, guttural groan, he follows, his thrusts turning erratic before he buries himself deep, his release spilling into me as his mouth claims mine once more.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the press of his body against mine, the slow aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.

Then, he presses a soft kiss to my temple, his voice softer now. "Such a good girl."

I smile, sated, boneless beneath him. And as he pulls me into his arms, holding me close, I know I’m exactly where I belong.

CHAPTER 9

"You want to do what now?" I stare at Sean across his kitchen island, coffee mug frozen halfway to my lips.

It's been three weeks. Three weeks of falling into a comfortable routine that somehow balances his need for structure with my more spontaneous nature. Three weeks of training sessions that often end in the bedroom, of coffee dates at The Barking Bean, of me gradually leaving more and more of my things at his place without either of us explicitly acknowledging it. Three weeks of red hot spanking scenes followed by him fucking me raw. I couldn’t be happier.

"Enter Lucky in the Charlotte Spring Dog Showcase," Sean repeats calmly, sliding the event flyer across the counter toward me. "It's in two weeks. I think he's ready."

I set my mug down and pick up the glossy flyer. The Charlotte Spring Dog Showcase is an annual event where local dogs compete in various categories, obedience, agility, tricks. It's not quite as serious as an AKC competition, but it's certainly more formal than anything we've done with Lucky so far.

"That's... ambitious," I say carefully.

"Is it?" Sean raises an eyebrow. "He's mastered every command we've taught him. His recall is perfect, his leash manners are impeccable, and he can run the basic agility course without hesitation."

"In our controlled environments, yes," I concede. "But a showcase is different. Crowds, strange dogs, unfamiliar surroundings..."

"All things we've been socializing him to handle," Sean points out. "What's really bothering you about this?"

I sigh, setting the flyer down. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just surprised. You've never mentioned wanting to compete before."

"It's not about competing, exactly." Sean refills his coffee cup, his movements precise and deliberate as always. "It's about showing what he can do. What we've accomplished together."

The way he emphasizes "together" makes something warm unfurl in my chest. "You really think he's ready?"

"I do." Sean's confidence is unwavering. "But more importantly, do you?"

The question catches me off guard. "Me?"

"You're his trainer," Sean says simply. "If anyone knows whether he's ready for this, it's you."

I consider the question seriously. Lucky has made incredible progress over the past few months, far more than I initially expected. He's still playful and occasionally mischievous, but he responds to commands reliably and handles new situations with growing confidence.

"I think... he might be," I say slowly. "With some focused preparation over the next two weeks."

Sean's face lights up with a rare, full smile that never fails to make my heart skip. "So you'll help us prepare?"

"Of course I will." I round the counter to stand beside him, slipping an arm around his waist. "I'm invested in Lucky's success too, you know."

"I know." He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "That's why I want to do this. To show everyone what an amazing job you've done with him."

"We've done," I correct, leaning into him. "You're the one who's practiced with him every day, followed the training plan to the letter."

"Team effort," he concedes, setting his coffee down to wrap both arms around me. "So, we're doing this?"

I tilt my head back to look up at him. "We're doing this. But be prepared, training for this kind of showcase is intensive. We'll need to practice daily, in different environments, with various distractions."

"I think we can manage that," Sean says, his voice dropping to the lower register that never fails to send shivers down my spine. "I'm very good at intensive training, wouldn't you agree?"

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