Page 116 of Puppy on a Leash

Ropes of cum hit the duvet beneath me.

I tried to catch my breath, to ignore the weight of my eyelids.

“Then I guess next time we’ll have to give you your tail, pup.”

Jaime’s hips stuttered. They rested their head against my back again, easily falling down with me as I lost the grip on their leash and everything around me.

“Promise?”

They tried to add mirth to the question. I wasn’t recovered enough to let them know how I felt about it.

I barely felt it when they slipped out of me. I grew more aware when they moved both of us so that our heads were on the pillow, and I wasn’t on top of my own drying cum.

“I really…” Jaime’s gaze lowered. I counted their eyelashes while they swallowed once, twice. Those lips of theirs parted as if they were about to sigh in relief. They closed them again. It went on two more times before words actually followed the movement. “This is extremely cliché, and I hate it, and I don’t go around making a big deal of those three words, but…”

Seconds ticked by. My heart beat louder, but there was no anxiety that accompanied it. Security, perhaps, if that was a thing.

“But?” I prompted.

Jaime’s eyelashes fluttered. “I’m not into the whole saying I love you until the words lose the meaning and it’s just habit, but you own me, Sir. And I want you to.”

“Fucking hell.” Not the best reaction, I was aware. Before that smirk of theirs could grow fully, I pushed myself up, enough so that I could move on top of them and use one of my hands to hold both their wrists above their head. “You belong to me, pup. You can say the words, not say them. It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, it doesn’t?”

It was a good attempt to sound nonchalant, I’d give them that.

“For as long as you keep wanting this? No, it doesn’t.” I shut them up with a dirty kiss before they could derail us further. “But we’re going to revisit those fantasies of yours.”

Jaime snorted. “Fine by me.”

“Good.”

Now there was no excuse not to collapse on top of them and go for that nap my body was begging for.

There was only some minor harrumphing on their part, so I’d say we were good. Pups could always learn new tricks, and all that.

epilogue

JAIME

“So what else are you getting me for my birthday?” Tony raised his eyebrow in that silent way of his. It was hot. I readjusted on the couch. It wasn’t wiggling in excitement, but close to it. “What?”

My attempts to blink innocently never quite worked, but I tried regardless. I did it while slurping on my boba tea. We weren’t supposed to bring drinks from the outside into the club, but Erika had approved it. Being with Eli had softened her up.

She said it was an exception because of my birthday, but I bet I could smuggle more if I tried. I only had to point out that the amount of sugar was good for aftercare, and Erika wouldn’t be able to give a counterargument.

I was a mastermind, clearly.

I should recruit Sergio. He wasn’t that good at using logical arguments and debates, but he was good at distraction. A distracted D-type meant more chances to win. Everyone knew this.

Back to Tony. He’d been cagey all month—not in a sus way, but in a way that screamed he had big plans. Big plans that were turning him into the anxious Dom who couldn’t get one over me.It had been a while since I’d gotten a glimpse of the squirming professor.

It was hot.

“I got you a new puppy suit. And your boba tea,” he pointed out. He tried to sound calm, but he wasn’t fooling me. “What else could you possibly want, pup?”

I grinned. It was just the two of us hanging out in the open area upstairs, but I knew more people were coming. I behaved when they were around, for the most part. Tony was proving himself as a good Dom, and a good partner, but I didn’t want to push him too hard. He did enough of that on his own. It didn’t matter that he didn’t talk about it. I had eyes. That conversation with Erika lived rent free in my head, too.

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