Page 33 of Puppy on a Leash

“Right.” I did, too. “My panel is not as recent, but I haven’t played with anyone since before I got it done.”

It was a few months after the girls ended our arrangement, so there was no window period to be worried about. The wincing came from knowing that I was the one who should’ve brought up condoms way before I told him about my plans to fuck his throat.

“You’re not going to complain about oral with a condom?”

I tensed. It took a second to remember he was only trying to get a raise out of me. “This is your final warning that I’m not desperate enough to deal with whatever tough act you wanna put on.”

There was truth to the words. A part of me was desperate to taste him, to get him to that place he hadn’t reached earlier, to have him near. But the exhaustion that had been my main company this past year had a way of clinging to me in no time. Back and forth with a brat was something I usually had all the patience in the world for. The problem was, this felt like more than brat taming. There were more layers to it, even when I couldn’t identify all of them or tell when one began and the other ended.

I couldn’t foresee putting any of that into words, either. Definitely not today.

So I snatched the condom, checked it hadn’t somehow expired, and did quick work of unzipping my pants and letting my cock out. Efficiency was the name of the game here. If I focused on the actions, I didn’t have to keep thinking about the way I craved carving myself into every inch of Jaime’s skin until he couldn’t take a breath without thinking of me.

“I’m waiting, pup.”

Something flashed through Jaime’s eyes. It disappeared too quickly. I considered asking but Jaime was fast. Like a true puppy, I supposed. He leaped on all fours until he was almost plastered to me. His hands were curled in small fists and resting against my thighs. Before I could place my hand back on hisscalp, he was on me. He swallowed me almost to the root with no fanfare.

I grunted. I didn’t claim to have a huge cock, but people didn’t usually take my instructions to the letter.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He was impossibly warm. His tongue teased the underside of my cock. I clasped my hand on the back of his head and tugged on his hair. It was meant to be a warning, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he took it as encouragement. That was the kind of bratty pup he was, wasn’t it?

“Good pup.” My voice was raspier than usual. It had been a long fucking time since I’d had someone’s mouth around my cock. Lasting was going to feel even more challenging because of the electricity running between us. “You’re gonna be so good for me now, aren’t you?”

Jaime choked out something. He didn’t sound distressed, and he wasn’t tapping my thigh, so it didn’t matter. I moved my free hand, the one that was subtly keeping me upright by holding on to the edge of the bench, and ran a finger down his jawline.

“That’s right. You look so fucking good like this.” I gave a tentative thrust of my hips. Jaime’s throat constricted around me for a second. It was almost enough to have me go way earlier than was acceptable. It was bad enough that I was losing control in every other area. “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth now, aren’t you? You’ll be a good pup to me.”

Jaime gargled for a second. I let him adjust to my girth before I pushed deeper. He was good after a few seconds, eyes slightly glazed over as he kept his gaze on me. Even when tears gathered there, he kept his eyes on me. It was intoxicating. It drove me wilder, had me be rougher on him than I’d initially planned.

The moans coming out of his stretched throat told me it wasn’t a problem. Maybe that’s what I’d gotten wrong about him. In spite of all the posturing, Jaime might actually besearching for a firmer hand, a rougher treatment to put him in his place.

“Touch yourself if you want to, pup.” I tugged on his hair as I spoke, let him choke on my cock for a second before giving him a reprieve to breathe. “We have a lot to talk about after I’m done.”

It was a promise and a threat, and Jaime’s eyes darkened as the meaning registered.

Yeah, my gut was right about him.

SEVEN

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The irony wasn’t lost on me. In less than a week, I was again banging on someone’s door while thinking they were going to kill me. I brought an apology gift this time, though, and I’d texted to let Sergio know I was coming. It was progress.

It didn’t make me any less nervous when he finally opened the door.

“Hey!”

He hadn’t finished uttering his greeting when I shoved one of the two boba teas toward him.

“Hey.” Fuck, my throat felt too dry. “That’s for you. I went to the café you like, the one with the milkshakes, but they had some issue with the vendor that sends them their to-go cups. I didn’t just go straight to the boba place because it’s superior.”

Sergio cocked his head to the side before watching the milk tea with tapioca pearls. I got him the classic oolong one with brown sugar. I figured the extra sweetness would help. I got taro for myself. Sergio liked the color of mine better, but not the flavor. When he was feeling really Little, he complained a lot about how unfair it was.

I was thoughtful.

“You didn’t tell them to add half the sugar?” Sergio’s voice rose to a higher pitch as he read the label on his cup. He looked up at me with stars in his eyes. So that’s where his head was at. I was definitely dying today. “Daddy’s gonna kill you, but I love you.”

Yeah, if only he knew the actual reason his Daddy, Abel, was going to kill me.

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