Page 112 of Puppy on a Leash

Old school D/s dynamics would say he’d be the one in control. Experience said I would be. I didn’t know that I wanted to, and I knew he’d been testing the waters, at the very least, but it wasn’t the same, was it?

I frowned. I tried not to think a lot about my first experiences with shit. Between being stupid, figuring out gender, and not knowing how to actually vet people, things got messy more than once or twice.

Anyway. I shook it off. That line of thinking wasn’t conducive to what was going on here. Ogling his ass was a much better use of my time.

He really had a nice ass. I had no idea when he found the time to work out with his work hours, but that body was not achievable without a few hours at the gym. Maybe we could talk about going together from time to time. Gyms made me queasy, but not if there was someone with me—who’d use the same locker room as I did.

Oh, yes. I should bring that up sometime.

“You’re more distracted than I thought you’d be, pup.”

Shit.

“My bad.” I cleared my throat before glancing up at him. He was so confident in his nakedness. It was unfair. “Have you chosen yet?”

“Yes.” He was close to rolling his eyes. It was annoyingly cute. “I turned around to ask which strap it went with and found you all lost in your head.”

Was that a scolding? It didn’t sound like one, but my stomach didn’t get the memo.

I grimaced.

“Sorry. I swear I’m into this.” I was. I’d be more into it once I was all prepped to show him how good bottoming could be. A quick glance down helped, too. He’d picked a thicker cock than I’d expected. It wasn’t my largest, but it had some girth to it. “Um, as a rule of thumb, the cocks that resemble human cocks more closely go with the strap with the silver buckles, and the monster ones go with the all-black one.”

The one he picked went with the all-black one. Any other day, I would’ve checked if he was sure about it, but…

Yeah. Not enough brain cells rubbing together to do that. Oops.

“Thank you, pup.”

“Uh-huh.”

Tony turned around again, bending down to grab the strap. I just went through the motions when he tapped on my foot to lift it. I didn’t even know he knew how to attach the dildo to the strap briefs—not that it was rocket science—but that thing about the brain cells? It applied here as well.

A switch flipped once I had the veiny puppy cock between my legs.

Huh.

So that was why my head had been wandering off in every other direction. It happened sometimes when I was completely naked and my brain wanted to block out awareness of it, but I always forgot it did until I was pulled back into it.

Oh, well.

I supposed I had to make up for lost time. I couldn’t have Tony regret doing this—or wonder if I’d had a personality transplant with someone much more boring than I was.

In no time, and with none of the hesitation that had paralyzed me earlier, I was crowding him, one hand on his hip and the other curled around his cock.

“How do you want me, Tony?”

Using his name sent a zap through me every time. It was intoxicating. There was no way to explain it, and I knew he’d keep teasing me about it, but a boost of confidence filled me as I uttered the name. As I watched Tony’s reaction to it, too.

“I thought pups only fucked in one position.” Tony tucked two fingers under my chin. It was his go-to move when he was about to give me a command. My whole body reacted, waiting for it. “Go fetch the lube.”

No idea how I managed not to face-plant on the floor. I guessed I really was onto something when I claimed I was an athletic pup.

Still. I should calm the fuck down.

That was easier said than done, obviously. Even more so when, after I turned around and dropped the lube on the bed, I came face-to-face with the sight of Tony on all fours on the bed.

It shouldn’t be a big thing, but I’d never seen a Dom like this. Not even in porn.

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