Page 46 of Puppy on a Leash

I mewled. Wanting to see my tail up close meant he wanted to be mean. I wasn’t born yesterday. Why I not only turned around, but also pressed my chest to the floor and wiggled myhips for him? It was beyond me. Maybe this is what people meant when they claimed insanity in court.

I was also very pointedly ignoring how wet I was getting. He hadn’t even touched me yet, but he wasmovingand humming. His leather boots stomped against the wooden floor.

I held my breath, keeping my eyes closed.

He went down on one knee. I could tell from the creaking of his pants. He touched my covered skin first.

“It’s a big tail, isn’t it, pup?”

“Woof.”

It was a pitiful bark, the kind I did when I was feeling my body too much. Right now, it wasn’t a negative thing, but it had me on edge.

“Can I touch, pup? Spread your cheeks open and tease you with your tail?”

I nodded before I remembered to bark in response. I even spread my legs farther apart.

I had no idea what was going on anymore. I only knew that I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take care of all the heat building in my lower gut, and I wanted to stop thinking.

“That’s right.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t know what I was reacting more strongly to—his voice or his hands on me. As he spoke, he spread my ass cheeks farther apart. The neoprene I wore had an opening for my asshole. Barely any skin showed when I was wearing my tail and on all fours, but it was more visible when I was exposed like this. He hummed as his thumb pressed against the base of the tail. “Fuck. It’s bigger than I thought.”

I whimpered. He was now tracing my stretched rim. I knew he wanted to inspect me or tease me—whatever he planned to do—but I couldn’t stand still while he did. It just wasn’t something I was capable of doing. So I pushed my hips back toward him.

Hopefully he got the meaning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll work you over in just a second.” My mouth fell wide open. I wasn’t sure that was the meaning I’d hoped to convey, but… there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to clear it up for him. I didn’t even care what he meant by working me over. “Can I move my other hand to your front, pup? I think you need to come for me while I play with your tail.”

Fuck.

Fuck, yes. Yes, I needed that.

“Woof!”

I wagged my tail as fast as I could. I wanted to keep barking, but I showed restraint. I didn’t want him to think I was safewording by accident and put a stop to this.

There was no hesitation or time for me to wonder about the angle. It couldn’t be comfortable for him, but he didn’t try to move me around. Maybe he was as deep into the play as I was, not caring about those pesky things. I didn’t care. I couldn’t think—not when he was working me like this.

While he twisted the tail one way and then the other, testing how much give it had, he slid his other hand beneath the shorts. The fabric protested the stretch. I pushed into his hand before he could make contact. The relief from having those thick fingers pressing against my skin had me on the verge of buckling. My thighs trembled.

There was none of the doubting—none of the questioning of every step. It had me ready to go. The way Tony was working me helped, too.

I could only mewl and moan in between pants and gasps to try to get some air while he fucked me with my own tail and rubbed me like he’d been born doing it.

I couldn’t focus on anything other than the way he was owning my body without me having any say in the matter. It was dirty, even before he started talking, only squelching from thelube in my ass and my ragged breathing breaking the silence in the room.

“That’s right.” Tony’s voice was raspy as fuck. My knees would’ve buckled if I’d been upright. “You’re going to take everything I do to you, aren’t you, pup?”

I grunted. Words or affirmations of some kind would’ve been nice. Instead, I gritted my teeth before I started being embarrassingly loud about it.

There was some rustling. It made sense when I felt Tony’s body closer. He’d moved so that he was on my side, on one knee. I guessed it gave him a better angle. I had no complaints with the way he was rubbing me off. It only got better when he could move easier, when he could fuck me deeper with the tail. He was only pulling it out one or two inches. It was the perfect thing to keep me stretched and burning with need while hitting those inner walls.

My lips parted. More sounds came out. I was starting to lose that battle on keeping quiet. Every battle, really. Heat kept pooling up, my muscles clenching around the plug, milking the metal. I whimpered, bit my lip. I was so fucking close. I could feel it coming, the waves of hormones rushing to the surface.

I moved slightly until my face was on Tony’s boot. Even though I wore rubber most of the time, I’d always had a slight obsession with leather. There wasn’t as much leather gear for pups other than a few hoods and a couple of mitts, but the fabric had an intoxicating appeal to it. I just found it so fucking masculine, regardless of who was wearing it. I didn’t care. My neoprene hood got in the way, but not so much that I couldn’t burrow into his boot and take a deep sniff.

“You like my boots?” Of course Tony noticed. I shivered, a mewl escaping. “Wanna lick them up like a good pup? Get your tongue all filthy?”

I grunted. Apparently, Tony’s dirty talk was the thing that rendered me speechless.

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