Page 27 of Puppy on a Leash

Yeah. Whatever. Stop thinking, brain.

“I think you’re not submitting, not fully. That’s what your body is begging for, pup.”

I scowled right away—and ignored the way his words settled deep in my gut. I was not going to even contemplate that. “I never said I wanted to submit.”

Instead of meeting my anger—if it could be called that—Tony just tilted his lips upward. It was annoying. It made me more aware of the heat between my legs and the fact that I’d just been on the brink of coming, too. I didn’t appreciate it, even if the lower half of my body said otherwise.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have yet to see a Dom hump someone’s leg.”

I huffed. “It’s not my fault you all don’t know how to have fun.”

Leg humping was really underrated. I didn’t want to start a debate over it, though. I just wanted him to tell me why I wasn’t coming and fix it. Or, just the latter would work. Words could happen later.

“You really have an attitude problem.”

“You’re the one who told me to come upstairs,” I pointed out.

“And you’re the one who obeyed.”

There was something about the way he enunciated that last word. I gulped. Every instinct screamed at me to fight the claim, to protest. I didn’t obey him. I didn’t respond to him.

They’d be lies.

I’d done that. Worse, I wanted to keep doing it. If I was really honest with myself, the issue here was that he was giving me too much leeway. That wasn’t a piece of honesty I’d be sharing anytime soon.

There really was a reason why I never lasted longer than ten minutes with a Domm of my own. Other subs’ Domms were fine.

Their requests didn’t mean I had to let go of control. I didn’t have to do more than have my fun with that sub. Even when Iserviced one of the Domms, there weren’t any expectations, any rules other than going with the flow.

Technically, there weren’t any rules here. We hadn’t discussed anything other than my opposition to acontract, which he’d respected. There weren’t any expectations, either. I’d just come here and opened my mouth before I could really consider what I was doing and who I was doing it with.

I wanted them, though.

The realization had me widening my eyes, parting my lips. It was stupid, but it wasn’t a sensation I was familiar with. I’d always been happy treading my perfectly crafted line. I was an alpha pup. I did my thing, herded everyone around and wagged my tail until I was the center of attention of every Little in a five-mile radius. And then I fucked them with Cece, and I proved I was the strongest pup in the history of ever.

I didn’t look at a Domm and want to kneel for them. At most, I wanted to toy with them, to see how far I could go before they snapped.

“Color, pup?”

Yeah, it tracked that he had to check.

“Green.” I spoke out of reflex. “Maybe yellow. What’s a greenish color that looks a bit yellow under the right lighting?”

Tony didn’t look like he was about to answer my question. I knew there was one, though, probably with a French sounding name. All the cool colors had French names for some reason.

“Ease up.”

“But—” I whined right away.

I didn’t want to move. Well, I wanted to move, I reckoned, but not away from him. I just wanted to rub myself raw against his leg until I came, for fuck’s sake. I licked my lips before I let out any of that swearing. With my luck, Tony was one of those Domms who were really big into their subs not swearing in front of them. It had never made sense to me, but…

But I was a complete hypocrite, because if he told me not to swear right now? Hell, it would probably send me over that edge that kept eluding me today.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.”

He sounded even more serious, his voice lower, raspier. It killed any protest as I lifted my leg and then moved out of the space between his legs. It felt more awkward than it had been to get into position. I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy. Discomfort was always quick to settle deep in my bones, to make me hyperaware of everything around me.

“Jaime.” While I was spiraling, Tony looked as put together as he always did. The only time I’d seen him not that put together was earlier, actually, when I had him pressed against the entrance to the living room. The thought was both humbling and disconcerting. Teasing him had been fun. Itwasfun. So why wasn’t I jumping to turn the tables on him again? “Take a breath and talk to me. For real this time.”

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