“Yes, Sir.” God. He was going to spank me. “I…I don’t want to write lines.”

  He huffed, drawing out the silence until I shivered. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

  Yeah, after the conversation at the door, I’d have been shocked if it had. Before I could admit that, though, he continued his sexy domination. “If you continue being this turned on, I will make you orgasm. I decided I’m your Handler for the night so that comes with all the rights and responsibilities. Do you consent?”

  My brain started doing that blue circle of death thing my computer had last year and it took me way too long to get it to do anything else…like think.

  Luckily, Boone didn’t panic, he just looked down between us and raised one eyebrow. “I’m going to need a verbal answer, but I’ll be patient because the nonverbal cues are very good indicators of what you’re going to say.”

  I was hard.

  I couldn’t help it…but I should’ve worn tighter underwear.

  Boone’s comment probably should’ve killed me because of embarrassment, but it mostly just jogged my brain loose. “Yes, Sir. I…I understand.”

  Well, it was more than just agreeing with him, so I felt good about that, but Boone’s gaze came back up to mine and he just studied me for several long moments. “You and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow, but for tonight, if you’re a good pup, I’ll reward you.”

  The threat-praise combination was doing amazing things to me and I could feel myself getting stupider by the second.

  “I… Good pups should get rewards.” Yes. That was just how it worked, so I couldn’t be held responsible for anything that happened.

  “That’s right.” Boone seemed to think we’d talked about the situation enough because he gave the leash a tug as his thumb caressed my cheek.

  The mix chased the last drops of blood from my brain and killed the few remaining cells that had been trying to function. I couldn’t have held back my moan even if I’d wanted to, but he didn’t mind. He smiled and tugged on the leash again. “Such a wicked pup.”

  Did he like that?

  The smile said he liked that.

  He’d even done it again…and he was still holding the leash tight.

  There were too many things whirling around in my head for me to figure out an actual response that made sense, but Boone didn’t seem to need words anymore. “You removing the leash directly from my hands will let me know you need to stop the scene. Saying yellow or red will also pause or stop the scene. Is that clear?”

  Safewords.

  “You gave me safewords.” Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have moaned that out?

  Boone just blinked and that sexy smirk came out again. “That’s right. Such a smart pup.”

  He was really going to let me be his pup…for the night?

  For longer?

  All I could do was whine which seemed to please him even more and he rubbed my head. “You’re going to look so good on your knees, pup.”

  Type A people just seemed to succeed at everything.

  I got out a whimper that seemed to be enough words for him because he smiled and rubbed my head. “Yes, I thought you’d like that visual.”

  He knew me way too well.

  “Come on, pup.” Stepping back, he studied me for a second before nodding to himself. “Upright until we get over to the padded part of the room. Then on all fours.”

  He wanted me on my knees for him.

  My dick was never going to go down…I definitely should’ve worn more practical underwear…and maybe a cup.

  Shit.

  Made myself even harder.

  He was either psychic or just knew me really well because Boone chuckled and his eyes sparkled with something wicked I didn’t usually see on his face. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”

  Damn Skyler.

  It was all his fault I’d lost my common sense and my self-control.

  Boone wasn’t helping either, though.

  He kept tugging on my leash and giving me looks. Every time I had enough brain cells to start wondering what the fuck I’d done, he’d smile or look down at my dick. Yep, this was his fault too, and I was starting to think I didn’t have as much to apologize for as I’d thought.

  Shaking his head, Boone stepped back, still holding tight to the leash Skyler had given me. “You stay with me. You may look around the room, but if you get too distracted, you’ll go on all fours right away.”

  I didn’t see the problem with that threat until that eyebrow went up again. “You’ll miss entirely too much of the room that way, especially if I have you facing the wall.”

  Fuck.

  “I’ll pay attention…Sir?” I still wasn’t sure on that part, but he nodded without looking stressed or worried. “Sir. I’ll be a good pup.”

  Oh, that was kind of weird but not bad weird.

  I tried to hide it so I wouldn’t give Boone any more to think about than I already had, but he chuckled. “Your shivers and the way you keep tugging at your costume already made it clear how much you like that. So don’t think you’re fooling anyone.”

  Shoot.

  “I…I didn’t know how much I’d like it.” Dropping my voice soft as I stepped closer, I didn’t let myself look at anyone yet. “I was curious.”

  Very curious.

  “You get yourself into the most interesting predicaments.” Boone cocked his head, studying me again. “Probably because you are in desperate need of a Dom.”

  Um, yeah, I couldn’t argue with that take on the situation…especially with everything I’d done…well, everything that wasn’t Skyler’s fault.

  “This is your only warning that things are going to change.” His expression didn’t change but my heart started going a thousand miles an hour. “I’m going to stop telling myself not to boss you around for starters.”

  Yay.

  Oh, probably not the right response yet.

  “Yes, Sir. We’ll…we’ll talk.” Especially about the whole orgasms and rules thing. “I’ll remember the safewords and I’ll be a good pup.”

  I’d probably end up being a pain-in-the-ass sub, but I was pretty sure I could be a good pup.

  “We’ll see about that last part.” His doubtful expression made me want to pout, but my brain kept going back to that whole “he’ll make me orgasm” part.

  So I didn’t pout.

  Just in case.

  “Alright, walk close to me.” Possession filled his gaze as it raked down my body. “And remember, you’re my pup. No flirting with anyone else.”

  Wow.

  “Yes, Sir.” I’d always known he was hot. We’d never actually dated but it’d been hard to miss how sexy he was, but damn, adding in kind of frustrated and possibly aroused and he jumped to a whole new level.

  Nodding again, Boone turned and studied the room. It gave me permission to finally look too and I was amazed that we weren’t the center of attention. Sure, a few people were watching us curiously but most people were lost in their own world.

  I probably should’ve given them a bit more privacy but it was impossible. They were all…they were all Doms and subs and pups and littles and so many of them were nearly naked.

  Halloween was awesome but I’d never seen so many fun naked-ish costumes.

  For a moment it made me wish that I’d talked Boone into something more erotic for his costume, but that thought vanished as soon as it popped into my head. He was my Handler. There was nothing sexier than that and I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone else to see him even shirtless.

  Now me, I’d get naked if he let me, but I’d just never had the opportunity to do anything like that. My life had always been one stupid relationship or bad decision after another, and unfortunately, none of them had ever led me to BDSM or naked things.

  More bad decisions should really end up with people getting naked.

  Oh, cookies.

  Being a pup was magic, all it took was a whine and he paused to get me snacks. I even got pets and a tug on my leash when I stayed close and wasn’t a pain in the ass. “Good pup.”

  Thinking wasn’t my strong suit most of the time, but I really wasn’t processing much when I inched closer and pressed against his side so I could rub my face against his shoulder. It should’ve felt weird once I realized what I was doing, but Boone just leaned his head over and nuzzled against me as he put another cookie on the plate. “Good cuddles, pup.”

  Oh, I was going to get cuddles and orgasms?

  I could snuggle whenever I wanted to?

  And I got cookies?

  Oh, another pup.

  A nearly naked pup.

  I was still paying attention to Boone, but I had to admit that the pup with the harness and inside tail looked very happy. Boone noticed the couple I was looking at, but he surprised me by turning back to me and scanning his eyes down my costume. “I know I’m supposed to like that one more, but I think you’re cute like this and I like that no one else can see how happy you are.”

  Yeah, it didn’t take an inside tail to make me want to wag.

  He must’ve liked whatever he saw on my face because he chuckled again and gave the leash a tug before leading us back through the coffee shop. Weaving our way through the crowd of witches and superheroes and naughty maids of every type gave me a chance to really see who was there.

  It was amazing to see people I’d run into a thousand times finally being themselves. The guy who really liked big cups of black coffee was there with the cookie guy kneeling at his feet. A few of the people I saw on a regular basis who liked really sweet drinks were littles.

  They were all so much fun to see that as we got to the area with the padded floor, I didn’t even realize I was getting down onto all fours until it was done and Boone made a pleased sound. “Good boy, pup. You’re going to earn your reward later.”

  My orgasm reward?

  Was there another one?

  Thank fuck pups weren’t supposed to talk…or I’d have asked…and in Boone’s current state of mind, he’d answer.

  That was either scary or erotic or both.

  Probably both.

  Chapter 3

  Boone

  He looked entirely too good on his knees and entirely too cute playing with the littles.

  It was definitely going to fuck with my judgment but I wasn’t sure he’d want me to find it or my common sense.

  Wynn seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my questionable logic so far, at least based on the way he was barking and wagging his tail. I wasn’t worried about how he was feeling at the moment, but going forward wasn’t as easy to sort out.

  Playing with the littles came naturally to him and he didn’t second-guess running after a ball one of the older littles had thrown for him. He didn’t even seem worried about how he looked or what he was wearing, but that was probably because half the room went aww puppy whenever they walked by.

  Of course, the more naked pups got a different kind of reaction, it was more of an oh the puppy.

  I was glad they all seemed happy with their clothing decisions, but I’d promised or threatened a spanking and orgasm when we got home, and he’d eaten enough candy and cookies I was going to have to roll him home if he ate any more.

  Not that it’d been my fault.

  The littles were sneaky fuckers.

  Every time I looked away it was one piece for the little and one piece for the puppy.

  I couldn’t even get the Daddies to make it stop because they were glad their subs weren’t eating all the crap. They were sneaky fuckers too. Wynn was loving it, though, and had worn himself out playing.

  He’d gotten so much exercise running around that he was going to need a shower at some point.

  But that thought just gave me more thoughts.

  How would he get a shower?

  Who was going to give him a shower?

  Was he going to shower alone?

  Most of the questions came down to wondering how far he wanted me to take the Dom role and how far I wanted to take it. I had to admit we probably needed to err on his side of the limits rather than mine.

  He wasn’t exactly inspiring a lot of logic in me…but there were a lot of other more fun things going on in me.

  Especially when he raced over and flopped down at my feet, panting and making cute whines. “You were so fast, pup.”

  Petting his head, I reached for the bottle of water with the straw in it. “Drink.”

  He obeyed that order happily, but when his little friend yawned and tipped over into his Daddy, Wynn curled closer against me and relaxed. The sign about what we should do next was clear, but the rest was foggy.

  Was I supposed to tell him to shift back into his person side?

  Was there an order for that?

  Giving him more attention and cuddles, I did my best to discreetly look around the room and see what some of the other more creative-type subs were doing.

  Some were no help.

  I wasn’t going to carry Wynn out like a sack of potatoes while he was pitching a fit for one more Snickers. But the other pup seemed to shift to his person side after his orgasm, so that was good to know, and a few of the littles had started to look…well, less little.

  They had an amazing ability to shift from innocent little to tired, grown-up sub in the blink of an eye. It made me wonder what type Wynn would be because it hadn’t taken him long to find his pup side at all.

  He was a slut for a little with a ball.

  I was very grateful Skyler had stayed busy enough that he didn’t have time to throw a ball for Wynn the pup.

  But as he cuddled and I petted his head, it seemed like yawns and quiet time brought out his inner human.

  One second he was a happy, slightly exhausted pup and the next he was a curious human sub who was trying to look up at me subtly.

  “There you are.” Just jumping right into it and trying to sound relaxed, I did my best to come across like a confident Dom. “Kneel.”

  He blinked but it didn’t take long for his body to shift into the right position. Nothing in his reactions or even the look on his face said he was upset or had changed his mind, so I told myself I had to trust him.

  “You have two options. Leash on as we walk home. Leash off as we walk home.” It was late as fuck on Halloween and he was fully clothed, so neither option would surprise anyone we ran into. “You can answer with words, or if you point to the leash, I’ll know to put it on you.”

  Wynn licked his lips and blinked again, finally looking like the lights had gone on in his brain. “On.”

  I was proud of him for answering but I simply nodded and waited because he didn’t seem done. The rest took a bit longer and involved a deep breath and a wiggle, but he didn’t back down from it. “You…you told me what the plan was already, right?”

  It wasn’t a bad way to phrase it and he seemed at ease with what we’d talked about as I nodded. “Yes, my plans for us have not changed. Punishment and orgasm are the first part, but you’re going to need a shower before we talk about anything else.”

  Blink.

  Blink.

  “Yes, Sir.” The simple response sounded calm and in control, but his erection was straining against the puppy costume and there was something needy in his eyes.

  “Very good.” Clipping his leash on the costume, I made a mental note to start looking for real collars. Plastic was fun for Halloween but it wasn’t sturdy enough for everyday play.

  Something about the praise had his shoulders relaxing and the desire in his eyes became more obvious. It seemed very clear to me that he was still in the headspace where he wanted to continue.

  I could only wonder how long he’d been curious about this kind of stuff if he was stepping into it so easily, but knowing Wynn, he might’ve been trying to find a Dom back in college and it just hadn’t worked out.

  But I had him for the time being, so as long as it was puppy play and easy submission, I wasn’t too out of my league.

  He wasn’t the only one who’d been doing research.

  Still, easing us into the shift from pup who played to sub who got spanked was probably the best idea…especially since orgasms were involved. So I gave the leash a tug, smiling as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and I shifted one foot so my shin was between his legs.

  His eyes got wider as I moved it forward and ended up pressed against his erection. When he didn’t safeword and I could see he was still breathing, I rocked my leg back and forth just enough to rub his cock.

  His very hard cock.

  “I think you’d look very good in just a leash and collar when I put you over my lap.” The casual mention of the scene seemed to take a second to hit his brain, but once it did, he shivered and let out a soft, needy breath. “Just a leash and collar.”

  The moment the image flooded his brain, he rocked against me to hump my leg. After a moment he realized what he’d done and stopped, but when he didn’t look around, I realized it was about being good for me and not about our audience.

  “As long as you ask nicely, you can hump me.” I thought it was a reasonable response, but his whole body tensed and it took me a second too long to realize he’d almost come. “But if you come in your costume, you have to walk home like that.”

  Worst-case scenario, I’d walk slightly in front of him and we’d say he spilled something on himself. There’d be enough drunk idiots running around in weird shit to make it reasonable. I wasn’t sure there was anything logical going on in Wynn’s head, though, so I kept that to myself. “Do you understand?”

  Nodding slowly like the words were barely seeping into his brain, Wynn let out a soft moan as he started rocking against me again. Something about it had brain cells firing and he shivered as thoughts came back to life. “I…I was good. I played nice with the littles and I stayed close and I didn’t flirt with anyone.”

  Yes, he’d been good.

  “Is any of that going to get you out of being spanked?” I knew the answer before he shook his head, but I let him respond anyway. “That’s right. But it will help you get a bigger orgasm or maybe even two orgasms when we get home.”

 

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