Page 115 of Puppy on a Leash

It turned out, playing with a plug, edging my prostate until I was jerking off like I hadn’t before? It was just hot as fuck.

Pushing against the puppy cock while Jaime held on to me like they were on the verge of bursting? It was something else. Not at all what I’d expected—and feared. I didn’t worry about them hovering over me, over them having power or blurring the lines of the dynamic we were still settling into.

Even if I didn’t have my fingers clutched around the handle of their leash as a physical reminder, there was no questioning it.

Jaime was mine.

They were servicingme.

With that thought in mind, it was easier to let go, to succumb to what my body was begging for. My lips parted, a groan stretching past my throat as I pushed through that initial burn. I couldfeelthe bulbous veins of the toy. My heart beat faster as I rocked my hips tentatively, testing the waters.

“Fuck.” Jaime’s voice had me blink through the haze before glancing back. “Sir.”

One thing that had always stuck—even if it spoke badly of me—was how Jaime reacted to fucking someone. From the tension in their muscles to the way their face contorted and the need in those darkened eyes was the same thing I’d witness from a cis man using a bio dick. Jaime didn’t fake it, either. I had witnessedplenty of subs fake everything from orgasms to interest in a type of play.

I doubted the thought of faking anything had ever crossed their mind. Definitely not when they were like this, apparently enthralled by the sight of their cock sinking into my asshole.

“Good pup.” The praise came easily, even when all they were doing was holding still for me. “Start moving. Slowly, pup.”

About half of that cock was lodged inside my ass, but I could read the signs in both of us. Even if I could sink back until I touched their hips, I wanted to focus on my own cock more. And Jaime needed to start moving before they had any other ideas. There was only so much trust I could place on the pup before they started behaving like the pet player they were.

The one I wanted them to be.

Just not when I knew they had a mile-long list of expectations for how today was going to go.

Jaime moved slowly at first. For a few seconds, I wondered if I’d have to give them more specific instructions, walk them through fucking someone as if this was their first time using a cock. Truth be told, I wouldn’t know where to start.

But Jaime became all instinct when they were over someone, mounting or just drilling them into a mattress. That reluctance vanished quickly without much doing on my part. They started slowly as I asked, but our groans soon intermingled, the air around us growing hotter with lust and need to succumb to.

I cursed under my breath. It was almost too easy to forget I was holding on to the leash. I gave Jaime just enough room so that they could thrust in and out. I didn’t want them moving back too much, creating space. Their breaths against my shoulder blade were the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard.

“Just like that, pup.”

I fisted my cock in my free hand as I spurred them on. The thing about plugs was that they got me used to the stretch andthat initial discomfort, quelled the panic about what taking it up the ass meant. They didn’t do shit to prepare me for the rest of it. The heat of hands against my skin. Their breaths, and grunts, and every other sound that came out of them as they thrust their hips over and over. How hard my prostate was hit with every single thrust and tiny switch in angle.

The pup was eager, but more than that, they were confident in their every move. I had the control, but they were the one bringing black spots to my vision, making me almost too aware of the age gap between us as I tried to match their thrusts. It felt like a must—the need to meet their pace, their energy. The blistering heat.

I didn’t have time to focus on the exact physical sensation, of how I might have overestimated my preparedness. There was only Jaime on top of me, doing as I’d commanded, losing themselves in it.

“Your handler is close, pup.”

I could feel my balls tightening, my muscles clenching. I’d never thought too much about my bodily responses to an orgasm, but it felt impossible not to today.

Everything was sharpened in an unfamiliar way. It was close to the way traditional Domspace felt. Maybe it was the same, actually, but to an intensity I’d never experienced.

“Fuck.”

I could feel the sweat building up, ebbing down my temples as I pushed myself to go faster, to take them deeper.

Jaime let out a whine not unlike the grunts and pants they’d been letting out until now. “This isn’t the time to tell you about the new fantasy you’ve unlocked, is it?”

I narrowed my eyes, glanced back. “Tell me anyway.”

“One day,” Jaime started speaking, their forehead resting against my shoulder before they pulled back—as much as the leash allowed. They pulled their cock almost all the way outbefore slamming deep in one go. I struggled to keep my eyes focused. “One day, I want us to be doing this, but before you come, I wanna pull out and have you flip me over. Then you’d come in me instead.”

Fuck.

The words—the fantasy behind the words and the visual it created—the clap of skin against skin as Jaime kept upping the pace… It left me undone. I panted, gasped, groaned. For once, my mouth wasn’t mine, the noises coming out of it not ones I recognized.

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