Page 25 of Puppy on a Leash

Maybe it was connected with the fact that I never played with anyone longer than a couple of scenes. I was not going there today. Today was about…

Something.

Something else.

Something else that Tony had promised to give me but wasn’t yet.

I almost buckled over when his finger finally worked the button of my pants. The sound of the zip being undone rang through the room—or maybe he wasn’t the only one nervous about what we were doing. I had a tendency to stop noticing the way my body reacted to things—the way my heart beat faster, my hands clammed up with sweat, and my throat dried up. They always seemed unimportant things.

“You’re so impatient, aren’t you, pup?”

He was trying so hard. I’d heard that tone before, the one he used when he pretended to be disgusted, when he was degrading whoever he was playing with.

It wasn’t quite right, but I supposed he got an A for effort.

Something was missing. The heat in his voice was there, but it wasn’t… It wasn’t directed where it should.

I knew this wouldn’t make sense when I tried to put it into words. So, I didn’t. I just stood higher, enough so that he could lower my pants and I could get out of them. My packer stood in place—thank fuck for trans-owned stores designing this shit.

The point was, I wasn’t worried.

I didn’t want to watch his reaction. I didn’t want to overthink how he felt about the prosthetic secured by my briefs or anything else.

The second the clothes were out of the way—the shift in temperature had my skin rising with goose bumps—I positioned myself. He’d said I could hump him, but I had to do all the work.

I intended to do just that.

In all my fantasies, whenever I was in a position like this with Tony, he had his hands on my hips and he controlled every moment. Perhaps I should mention it for next time—if there was a next time. Now, I liked the idea of placing my paws over his chest, of hovering over him in a semblance of dominance I knew I didn’t hold over him.

I bit my lip, shuddering as I rocked my hips against his legs. My fantasies hadn’t accounted for the gym-made muscles. I hadn’t considered the hardness, and the way the burn would feel muted through the layers between us, as I thrust against air.

Tony didn’t take his eyes off me. Off my hips. I pawed at his chest. That got his attention.

“You’re doing good, pup,” he rasped out. I panted. There was no reason for the sound, but it came out, regardless. Tony moved his hand back to my neck. “Are you going to come all over me, pup? Drive yourself wild on my leg like a runt with no manners?”

Fuck.

If he talked like that? Yeah, it was definitely going to happen.

No idea what was wrong with me. There was nothing special about what we were doing. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t done a million times over. Leg humping was the most basic thing I knew how to do.

“Take what you need, pup.”

Could Tony read my mind? I wouldn’t put it past him. But that was all the thinking I could do before I dissolved into pantsand soft whimpers. He tilted his hips upward, pressing his thigh harder against my core. The material of the joggers he had on wasn’t rough, but it amplified every sensation. It reminded me that my legs were bare while his weren’t—I only had a pair of briefs covering me, while all his clothes were intact.

My cheeks had to be incredibly flushed. I parted my lips as I tried to stay upright. His hold helped, but I soon started to tremble.

I squirmed. The angle just wasn’t good. I nudged his other leg so he opened wider.There. Now I could grind down properly. I almost sighed in relief when I pressed down against the toned muscle. What came out was closer to a high-pitched moan.

I didn’t care.

The air around us felt charged, hotter than it was when I first walked inside the room. A tremor ran down my spine as I lunged forward, my forehead resting against his shoulder. He might be going through something right now, but his body was solid. His hold didn’t falter. I didn’t need to look at him to feel the dominance wafting off him. I didn’t need him to talk, to move, but I needed his presence. I needed him to catch me as my hips kept grinding on him, as the simple act became more overwhelming.

Heat pooled in my lower stomach, growing in intensity. I panted and gasped as I tried to ride it, as I tried to both increase it and quell it. I didn’t know which was which. There was only Tony’s leg, his hand at the back of my neck, and my labored breathing.

I whimpered. It wasn’t fair. I was so close already, so near gone I didn’t know what to do with it, how to process any of what was happening around me. I needed to get off. I needed to put an end to the pressure building, to the craving for a stimulation I wanted to chase without really knowing how to do it.

“That’s right.” Tony moved his hand to cup my jaw. I gulped down. “Keep going, pup.”

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