Page 117 of Puppy on a Leash

Anyway. The point was, we were alone now, so I could amp up the teasing. After placing the tea on the low table, I crawled forward until I was between his legs. His passion for manspreading had its advantages—more room to fit there.

It had soon become my favorite spot. It just made it incredibly easy to hover over him so that he had to look up and have me question how he was going to strike back.

I clenched my thighs at the thought. My horniness really wasn’t going back to any baseline levels. At this point I wasn’t sure I could blame T anymore, either. It was just him, and his leathery scent, and presence, and…

Nope. No time to get distracted and subby now.

I was a strong pup, dammit.

“Do you want an itemized list?” I teased. I could probably come up with one on the spot, too. “I know there’s more. You’re very strung up.”

It was an understatement, but I was not about to tell him he was a mess. He’d respond to that by spanking my ass until I wasthis closeto tapping out.

No, thank you.

“There is more,” he said slowly, “but you have to earn it.”

Now it was my turn to quirk an eyebrow. I knew I didn’t look half as intimidating as he did when I did it, but copying his expressions was fun.

“I have to earn a present. On my birthday.”

“Exactly.”

Tony pulled me closer before I could protest, his lips on me. I grunted. He was too good at knowing how to distract me, where to apply pressure. And his timing. Would I be put off by a single kiss under normal circumstances? No.

But I was already horny, and he knew it.

He slid one hand down my shiny new suit—seriously, it was so thick and shiny and smelled of new, and I was going to be crawling in circles for hours the second there was someone else here to appreciate it. I let out a gasp when that hand reached my ass and pressed on the base of my tail.

Tony had insisted that I wore my biggest plug, and I’d been stupid enough to do as he said, even when it restricted my movement more, and it was more likely to leave me a panting mess.

“Tony.” My mouth felt dry as I pushed out the name. “Sir.”

I hated that the honorific was easier to utter. Probably why I forced myself to not use it until I didn’t have any other choice in the matter.

“What is it, pup?”

Hnngh.

“I don’t like this.”

“Your body says differently.”

I huffed. Tony nipped my bottom lip before I could run my mouth. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but I had yet to actually complain about it.

Thankfully—for me—noise from downstairs alerted us of people coming closer. I moved off his lap and grabbed my bobatea. Tony watched me funny. I didn’t care. There was no way I’d risk any of them thinking they could snatch my drink.

Had anyone ever done it? No. Was I going to give them the chance to? Also no. Brats couldn’t be trusted.

I would know.

The first person to come up the stairs was María, quickly followed by Cece, Ev, Erika, and Eli. Sergio, Kara, Mónica, León, and Danny were coming too, but a couple of them had already mentioned running late in the group chat before I had to leave my phone in the locker room downstairs.

Abel and Carlos couldn’t make it, but it was fine. Abel had promised to join me, Sergio, and Kara for one of their milkshake dates, and Carlos had had to babysit his niece. No promises of milkshakes or boba tea, but it was fine. The main reason for milkshake dates was to hang out with Sergio and Kara—and Ev and Danny, when they could make time in their oh-so-busy schedules.That was sarcasm, obviously. The point was, the milkshake wasn’t that important. And I had my supplier of boba tea right here, so I was good on that front, too.

I frowned. Was it called babysitting when the kid was… twelve? Thirteen? I was sure Carlos had mentioned it at some point, but I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that she wasn’t a baby, but she wasn’t old enough Carlos’s sister felt comfortable leaving her on her own.

“Ohh, is that new?” Sergio was the first to jump on top of me. He almost squished the plastic container for the tea, too, which… Rude. But see? I knew my tea had been in danger. “It’s so shiny!”

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