Page 92 of Puppy on a Leash

Not just that, he forced me to stand up while he did the same.

The audacity.

“Start. Moving.”

This was so unfair. “Fine.”

He wanted to ogle my ass?

Good luck with doing that.

Without giving him any chance to catch on, I sprinted all the way to and then up the stairs.

Sure, I was a bit out of breath by the time I reached the bedroom, but it had been worth it—or it would be once Tony reached me and I could see his face.

Any minute now.

I didn’t even bother to conceal the gloating on my face when he finally made it to the room. Sure, he didn’t really look disturbed—he didn’t look disturbed at all, actually—but that was just a pesky, tiny detail.

“You really like making things hard for yourself, don’t you, pup?”

I scoffed. “You’re the only one hard here.”

I might still prefer the put together old-school Dom when it came to aesthetics, but his penchant for loungewear at home meant erections were hard to hide. He never tried to hide them, either.

“Fetch your leash, pup.”

Shit.

The leash meant business.

I twirled the O-ring of my collar. I’d put it on as soon as the front door had been behind me, even before I took off my shoes and put on a pair of house slippers he’d gotten for me.

“Pup.”

Fuck.

I shook off the wandering thoughts and moved to his bedside table. He had two leashes—one was in the playroom, but he kept another one here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started stacking leashes in every room just so he could mess with me.

It would be right up his alley of mind games and domination.

“You’re so impatient today, Sir.” I hummed as I opened the top drawer and retrieved the thing. “I get punished for way less.”

Was I rewriting history a bit, and ignoring how my impatience was followed by a lot of brattiness? Well, yeah, but…

Whatever.

I extended my arms, the leash on my palms as an offering. It was an art—the balance between being bratty while subservient enough that Tony would hesitate before he gave in and just responded to the brat.

“Keep it up, pup.”

I laughed. I didn’t mean to, in my defense, but it was cute when he thought he could threaten me. I hadn’t once been dissuaded by the promise of a punishment, and I wasn’t about to change my ways now.

“Try me.”

Tony shook his head. He took a step closer to me. My breath hitched. At this point, I was close to giving up on controlling my reactions around him. I didn’t breathe until he took the leash from my hands and clipped it to my collar.

“On your knees.”

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