Page 110 of Puppy on a Leash

I patted his cheek, but that was the end of my bratting.

Kind of.

For the next ten minutes, I retold the story of how one of my new professors this semester tried to give shit to an exchange student who was wearing too much makeup for what she considered appropriate. Somehow—and without my input—it derived into a debate on gender roles and today’s society?

Anyway. Past Jaime would have thrown himself at that professor with everything he had. Present Jaime—who wasn’tmuch more mature but had better motivation, as stated previously—raised his hand and made her clarify what she was saying. I typed it as she recited her transphobic—and, let’s face it, femphobic and misogynistic—rant. I shared the document with everyone in class, got them to sign off on that being what had happened, and emailed the dean.

I didn’t have a response yet, but come on.

I didn’t go off, storm out, or rise to their level. It was classy as fuck.

Everyone looked up to me now, too, which felt nice as fuck, not going to lie. But it wasn’t the point.

I hadn’t even been mad and boiling with anger as I rode the bus here. I was just excited about my reward.

Reward that wasn’t coming fast enough.

Ugh.

“Look at you, growing up.”

“Hey!” I scowled right away. See? This was why one could never lower their guard around D-types. “If you don’t wanna put out, just say so. There will only be minor judgement for being the only Domm in the history of Domms who doesn’t hold up their end of the bargain.”

I’d barely finished talking when he grabbed me by the collar and crushed our mouths together. “You didn’t learn your lesson, then?”

“Huh?” I blinked.

Tony always recovered faster than me. Not to sound like Sergio, but it was completely unfair.

“About making it hard to want to reward you,” Tony teased.

He was teasing, right? Belatedly, I realized what he was talking about—the day after he introduced me to a spider gag. To be fair, I had gotten my reward; if anyone could consider overstimulation a reward, but… Yeah. I might’ve mouthed off a bit more than initially planned. It wasn’t what stuck out fromthat day, though. I’d been more focused on how all those forced orgasms had reset something deep within me instead of making me hyperaware of the parts of my body I didn’t want to be that aware of.

Sue me for not having the same priorities here.

“But old school means following the rules, Tony.” I leaned closer. I didn’t touch—that would only call for Tony grabbing my hands in one of his and ruining the fun—but I let my breath hit his cheek until I saw the goose bumps the simple move created. “And you’re the one who set that rule. How will I ever be tamed if I can’t trust the rules?”

Was I laying it thick?

Yes.

Did I care?

Nope.

“Can I pick your cock?”

That…

Sorry, my brain short-circuited for a second. That was definitely not on my list of top five things he was most likely to respond with.

“Yeah.” Even if he couldn’t, there was no way my mouth would’ve remembered how to utter a different word. Clearing my throat didn’t help a lot. “Yes, of course.”

I might tease with my biggest puppy cocks, but I was a considerate lover. I wasn’t going to pick one of them, either, when it was his first time letting me be on top. Besides, the thought of him having that control over me?Picking my cock? The fact that he’d said it just like that? As if it was the most normal question in the world, something he asked every sub?

I was going to jack off to that question for the next week, minimum. Month, if we were more realistic. I wasnotgoing to get emotional over it.

“Good pup.” He rewarded my answer with a nip to my jaw.

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