21. Jaime
TWENTY-ONE
jaime
“ T ired yourself out, pup?”
I snorted. I’d just walked inside Tony’s house. Having a key had its advantages. “You wish.”
I might have teased him with all the things I’d planned to do with Cece. She’d been exhausted after some work-related drama I didn’t try to follow too closely, but it was still fun to tease Tony. It had become a ritual of sorts over the past month.
I came clean eventually, obviously—I was a decent person deep down—but not before I had my fun.
“Come here.”
Tony was manspreading on the couch in the living room as he usually was. Had to say, I hadn’t quite grown used to seeing him in loungewear. I understood the impracticality of wearing leather gear around the house, but a pup could dream. Tony had rolled his eyes when I’d shared that, but he’d also started to wear a full getup more often when we went to Plumas.
Little things.
As I stood in front of him, I didn’t even try to straddle his hips. I was athletic, but that didn’t translate to flexibility. Kneeling between his thighs meant I remained more in control anyway, so it was a win-win.
“I’m here.” I cocked my head to the side. “What now?”
Before he said a word, Tony grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. A gasp escaped my mouth as he pulled me closer to him, his hard-on jabbing my thigh.
My reaction really was annoying. I didn’t understand why I still responded to him the way I did. Sure, I didn’t have a lot of experience with actual relationships, but I would’ve imagined the whole “reacting to every single touch like a live wire” would’ve passed by now.
I guessed it was good that it hadn’t. I imagined things would get boring pretty fast otherwise, but I didn’t like the lack of control. I didn’t like that Tony was getting better and better at disarming me in two seconds flat.
How was I supposed to keep up the fight if I was panting and gasping before he’d done much of anything?
“Now,” Tony drawled, his voice measured, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary and there was no reason for my impatience. He was good at playing the long game when I didn’t have enough wits about me to challenge him at every turn. “Now, you get your reward.”
I blinked.
I liked the sound of getting a reward, but one could never be too sure. Was I getting a reward or was this some setup? I couldn’t think of one reason why I’d be getting a reward. I hadn’t done anything, had I?
Unless.
Laughter spurted out of me. “Because I got the uni to side with me against Gerlach?”
I’d sent Tony the screenshot that morning while he showered and before I headed to my own morning class. To be honest, I’d promptly forgotten about it, which was unlike me, but… Hey. Character development.
Then again, it was probably the fact that I was still lowkey miffed I’d had to begrudgingly admit Tony had been right. After Tony had finally deemed one of my drafted emails as passable, Gerlach had retaliated by grading one of my essays way lower than he should have, and I’d had to do as Tony had said and go through all the bureaucratic channels to get it revised and later on get the dean and a committee involved.
It had been a lot of back-and-forth, and they’d only come to a final resolution this morning. Or yesterday evening?
Whatever. They sent me a very official email this morning with my fixed grade.
No apology from Gerlach for his asshole ways, but the email had thanked me for bringing important issues to light .
“And you didn’t blow anything up in the process.”
I snorted. It had been a close call. “Is the reward boba tea?”
Of course it wasn’t going to be boba tea. I just liked testing his patience, and going off about the Taiwanese drink was one of the easiest ways to do it.
As predicted, Tony gave me one of his trademark glares. “I’m this close to looking into becoming a shareholder, but no, pup. Get your ass upstairs.”
“Playroom or…?”
I wasn’t trying to be difficult. The last time I’d gotten it wrong, he’d used it as an excuse to blindfold me for the rest of the evening. It had been hot, but there was no way I’d acknowledge it out loud.
“Bedroom.” Tony smirked as if he knew the exact trip down memory lane I’d just taken. “Start walking.”
He patted my outer thigh. I gasped. How the fuck was I the problem? He was the one who’d gotten me on the couch to begin with.
“Yes, Sir.” I rolled my eyes. “You know the whole keeping me waiting to build anticipation doesn’t work, right?”
It didn’t. I either got too distracted playing solo or I started plotting ways to get back at him.
Tony smirked.
Uh oh.
“Good thing I plan to be right behind you.”
Right. “So you wanna ogle my ass?”
“I’m the one who asks the questions here, pup.”
I spluttered. “Since when?”
Should I even be offended? I was pondering the merits of it when Tony slapped said ass.
Not just that, he forced me to stand up while he did the same.
The audacity.
“Start. Moving.”
This was so unfair. “Fine.”
He wanted to ogle my ass?
Good luck with doing that.
Without giving him any chance to catch on, I sprinted all the way to and then up the stairs.
Sure, I was a bit out of breath by the time I reached the bedroom, but it had been worth it—or it would be once Tony reached me and I could see his face.
Any minute now.
I didn’t even bother to conceal the gloating on my face when he finally made it to the room. Sure, he didn’t really look disturbed—he didn’t look disturbed at all, actually—but that was just a pesky, tiny detail.
“You really like making things hard for yourself, don’t you, pup?”
I scoffed. “You’re the only one hard here.”
I might still prefer the put together old-school Dom when it came to aesthetics, but his penchant for loungewear at home meant erections were hard to hide. He never tried to hide them, either.
“Fetch your leash, pup.”
Shit.
The leash meant business.
I twirled the O-ring of my collar. I’d put it on as soon as the front door had been behind me, even before I took off my shoes and put on a pair of house slippers he’d gotten for me.
“Pup.”
Fuck.
I shook off the wandering thoughts and moved to his bedside table. He had two leashes—one was in the playroom, but he kept another one here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started stacking leashes in every room just so he could mess with me.
It would be right up his alley of mind games and domination.
“You’re so impatient today, Sir.” I hummed as I opened the top drawer and retrieved the thing. “I get punished for way less.”
Was I rewriting history a bit, and ignoring how my impatience was followed by a lot of brattiness? Well, yeah, but…
Whatever.
I extended my arms, the leash on my palms as an offering. It was an art—the balance between being bratty while subservient enough that Tony would hesitate before he gave in and just responded to the brat.
“Keep it up, pup.”
I laughed. I didn’t mean to, in my defense, but it was cute when he thought he could threaten me. I hadn’t once been dissuaded by the promise of a punishment, and I wasn’t about to change my ways now.
“Try me.”
Tony shook his head. He took a step closer to me. My breath hitched. At this point, I was close to giving up on controlling my reactions around him. I didn’t breathe until he took the leash from my hands and clipped it to my collar.
“On your knees.”
Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, I went down. I barely felt the thud. Tony would berate me for not taking care of his property later. I didn’t care. I could feel my eyes glazing over, my skin flushing. My world reduced to Tony, to doing as he said. The itch to obey was unfamiliar, but unlike the itches I was accustomed to, it was soothing. Comforting. A weighted blanket that draped over my shoulders.
“Good pup.” Tony circled me, appraising my posture. It was something he did. I’d only recently started to focus more on my posture. Eli had helped. They were the master of all things posture and high protocol. Now I barely had to think to keep my knees at the right distance and my spine perfectly straight. “Open your mouth for me.”
“Why?”
I had to fight the urge to just let my jaw hang open.
It was worth it when he wrapped his fingers around my hair and tugged my head back.
“Did that sound like a request, pup?”
“Sounded like an order, Tony.” I grinned, even through the way my heart beat that tiny bit louder while I enunciated his name. “Informed consent, though. Right?”
Tony let go. I swayed forward for a second. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined he was shaking his head or looking up to the ceiling misguidedly asking for guidance.
It was cute.
I snickered.
There was shuffling behind me, metal clanking. The metal cut my teasing mood abruptly.
Tony didn’t linger, appearing in my field of vision one second later.
“I won’t say it again, pup,” he warned. “Open up.”
My gaze drifted down to his hands.
I gulped.
It was a spider gag.
“How is a gag a reward?” I glanced up at him. “You promised a?—”
“The gag is only the beginning,” Tony said, “and I never said who the reward was for.”
“Why would you give yourself a reward?” I shot back. “I did all the work.”
For once.
I didn’t add that.
Truthfully, I couldn’t care less about wearing the gag or not. I was actually fighting the urge to just let him put it on and use me however he wanted to. But Tony wanted this exchange, and I wanted to give it to him—the full experience of brat taming.
Tony hummed. “I dealt with you, didn’t I?”
I glared—pretended to, rather. Then, I counted up to five in my head before doing what he’d asked. A noise of appreciation got caught in the back of his throat. It sucked that I couldn’t smirk without closing my mouth, but I did it in my head. Keeping handlers on their toes was worth all the concessions.
He didn’t say anything as he got the gag on, using his thumb to open my mouth wider before he made sure nothing was digging where it would hurt. There were no sharp edges that weren’t covered by silicone, but Tony ran his thumb over the contraption regardless and then clasped the strap of leather behind my head.
I could only stare at him while he did it all. That, and grow extremely self-aware of the saliva pooling around my bottom lip. I’d seen porn videos where the sub would be gagged and strings of saliva would pour out of their mouths, but I’d never seen it in person or experienced it.
It felt humiliating.
My gut churned with a twinge of discomfort that quickly morphed into lust. I clenched my thighs, the heat building up quickly the way it always did around Tony.
“Show me your safe words, pup.”
I held his gaze while I demonstrated, tapping my hand against his thigh. One tap for green. Two for yellow. Three for red. I hadn’t had to use nonverbal safe words with him before—but he hadn’t gagged me until today.
“Good.” A shiver raked down my body as he used one hand to take his cock out of his black sweatpants. He gave it a couple of strokes before holding it by the base. “I’m going to use your mouth now, pup.”
Never in the history of kink had the verb use been utilized more properly.
I gave him a nod before I tried to ready myself. The gag depressed my tongue. I wasn’t able to lick over the crown or tease his underside while controlling the pace he was going at.
Tony went slow, but I gagged anyway. The weight of his cock against my tongue was familiar, but the sensation was new regardless. Tony stilled for a second as I breathed through it. He went back to making me deep throat him right away.
My eyes smarted. He had a knack for making everything feel ten times more intense. It was an art, really. An infuriating, but extremely arousing, art.
“Relax your throat, pup.”
I glowered. What did he think I was trying to do? Obviously, I couldn’t say it, and my glowering only made him smirk.
I gagged once more before I got with the program of relaxing and breathing through my nose. By then, my eyes were already leaking tears, but fuck, I only had to look up at him and I stopped caring. He looked stupidly hot, with his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared, and eyes darkened by lust. I welcomed it when he cupped the back of my head, when he didn’t ease up, when he started thrusting in and out, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“I’m going to start picking up speed now,” Tony said. “Okay, pup?”
I didn’t have a lot of room for movement, but I bobbed my head up and down.
I knew that I could tap his thigh to indicate green, but I didn’t want to move my arms. I didn’t want to make any big movements that would remind me I was more than Tony’s gagged pup.
“Good pup.”
Tony didn’t disappoint or take long to start fucking my mouth faster. I gagged again—less than before. He let up for two seconds until I had it under control, then went back at it again. I could feel the need building up between my legs, the urge to touch, to give in to the arousal consuming me.
I still didn’t move my hands.
Later, I’d try to figure out why I wasn’t trying to assert myself. Right now, I kept my eyes on Tony, let the tears stream down my face and the guttural sounds come out of my overstretched lips.
Every fiber of my body was on overdrive, not sure where to focus. Breathing was important, but so was getting relief. Losing myself in the psychology of submission seemed a top priority, too.
“Can you swallow, pup?”
I grunted. I didn’t think the sound was understood. Saliva dropped from the corner of my mouth to my thigh. I tried not to focus on it, instead forcing myself to do the thing I hadn’t wanted to do before and tap his thigh.
Only once for green.
My heart started beating faster as I got ready for it. The anticipation made my breathing shallower, my need greater.
Tony tugged the back of my head harder, almost yanking me while he thrust faster, deeper. The second his hips stuttered, I took a gulp of air through my mouth. It wasn’t smart, but it was instinctual. I couldn’t tell if it helped when he shot to the back of my throat, only leaving an aftertaste in my mouth.
He let up once he emptied in me. I choked.
Usually, I’d be closing my mouth, swallowing like my life depended on it. I did the latter, but it was strange when my lips remained stretched over the gag. Tony moved his hand to cup my jaw, massage my throat.
It soothed the ache some, but panic still settled. My throat worked furiously, fighting to get a sense of normalcy. The saltiness of his cock as he pulled out become more noticeable as it dragged out of my mouth.
And through it all, the arousal didn’t fade. Nor did the need to come—to have him make me come.
“Breathe through your nose, pup.”
The instruction was simple.
It helped.
My thoughts slowed slightly as I counted up to four.
I half coughed through the gag once there wasn’t something else keeping my mouth prisoner.
“You’re so hot.” Tony spoke as he stroked his softening cock lazily. I wasn’t sure that could feel very nice. I didn’t care. “I think next time we do this, I’ll flood your throat with my piss instead.”
A whimper escaped me—something akin to it. Seriously, no one was aware of how much they relied on their lips touching to make sounds until they tried a spider gag.
I wasn’t a fan of the not speaking, but I was a fan of the mind games. Panic and all.
“You like the idea, don’t you?” Tony cooed. “You’re filthier than people think.”
I nodded. I usually set watersports as a soft limit when I negotiated things. It felt like too much power to hand to any one person. It made me feel dirty, but… hot. Needy.
Tony would hit all those buttons, too, the ones that made me lose myself in degradation instead of making me itchy with it.
He’d proved himself.
I trusted him.
I loved him.
Shit.
My eyes misted over, and it wasn’t because of the abuse to my throat.
“Still green, pup?”
I nodded while trying to blink away the tears.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed next, seemingly satisfied with my nonverbal communication. “On your back.”
I scrambled to obey. Ignored the dryness settling in around the corners of my mouth, too.
Tony straddled me, hovering over me. He tugged at the collar with the leash I kept forgetting he was holding.
A soft groan escaped me as I lifted off the mattress. It was less than an inch, but it felt like more.
Tony pushed me down again before I could wonder what he was trying to do.
Just mess with my head, it seemed.
“Stay still, pup.”
I whined again. The sound was closer to what I attempted to do, at least in my head. I dreaded to see myself in a mirror. I had to be all flushed. Completely debauched. It was a good thing that Tony hadn’t taken this to the bathroom.
Before I could protest again—because protesting meant not stopping to think of other things that might send me spiraling in the wrong direction—Tony leaned over. He dropped the handle of the leash on the mattress.
I frowned, then tried to speak, but obviously couldn’t. Just a warbled mess came out. Probably more saliva. I really had to look a mess.
“Patience,” he reprimanded.
He tried to keep his voice soft, but I knew a warning when I heard one.
Still.
He slid his fingers under my head until the sound of a buckle unclasping registered.
He was taking the gag off?
I blinked. Should I sag with relief or cry? Sagging with relief was the logical step, but my body seemed more inclined to go with the crying. I scowled.
The pressure against the sides of my mouths lifted as he pulled the straps of leather to the front. He was gentle when he dislodged the gag from my mouth. I was glad he kept that stern gaze of his on me at all times. Chances were, if left to my own devices, I would’ve just yanked it out.
“There.” Once off, Tony placed it on his nightstand. Of course he wasn’t just going to throw it out of the way. “How are you feeling, pup?”
“Good.” I leaned to the side before I had a coughing fit. “Parched mouth. Fuck.”
“Wait there a sec.”
The mattress dipped with his weight before plopping back to its normal height. Tony took it seriously when he said a second. I heard the footsteps down the stairs. If I ran that fast, I got scolded, just saying.
I was only starting to plot how to tease him with it or use it for my own benefit when he reappeared, bottle of water in hand. He was genuinely the only person I knew who kept bottled water, but I supposed it was convenient when my throat was this raw.
I chugged the thing down the second it was within reach. He’d already had it half uncapped because that Daddy streak of his would always be there, apparently. I should look into finding him others to focus on with the Daddying.
“You good?”
Tony wasn’t huge on big displays of affection. He wasn’t like Sergio’s Daddy, who was all too happy to snuggle my friend to death and had to hilariously hold himself back when he was giving me aftercare. Tony had his tells, though—like how he scratched at the back of my head because I’d once mentioned the gentle scraping felt nice against the short hairs there.
He was doing it now.
“Yeah.” I drank some more of the water. I didn’t quite trust my voice for more words just yet. After a moment, I felt I could talk without coughing. “It was hot. I want to do it again, but damn. I’d forgotten about my gag reflex.”
Tony’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing. “I’ll take it as an ego boost.”
“I don’t know.” I scowled. Dammit. Never, ever give D-types ego boosts. What the fuck was wrong with me? “It could mean I don’t have a great teacher.”
I cackled when he all but tackled me—grabbing the almost finished bottle of water first, of course. God forbid the water touched the bed.
Lube and cum? No problem. Anything else? He turned green at the thought.
Didn’t make sense to me, but oh well. More material to tease him with.
“You really make wanting to reward you tough.”
I leaned up on my shoulder. He didn’t believe that for a hot minute. Even without the Daddy tendencies that weren’t disappearing anytime soon by the looks of it, Tony had me spoiled rotten. All I had to do was give him an inch, and he gave me an entire yard in return.
“So don’t do it,” I taunted. “Let’s see who breaks first.”
“Trying to tell me what to do?”
I snorted. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.”