24. Jaime
TWENTY-FOUR
jaime
“ S o.” I cleared my throat so that it wasn’t obvious I was as giddy about this as I was. “Remember that time I complained about how long it would be until I could get an A-plus and how unfair it was?”
Tony quirked an eyebrow from his seat on the couch. He tried to look all composed. It was cute that he thought I’d miss how he’d frozen in place. “Yes?”
“And you added another condition to it?” I continued. I was probably talking too fast and giving away the whole thing. “That if I dealt with a professor the right way, without lashing out, your ass was mine?”
He didn’t use those words exactly, but the sentiment had been there. He knew it. I knew it.
“I’m the one who says if you actually dealt with it the right way.”
Cute.
I scoffed. “What do you want to do, go to the woman’s office and ask?”
If he did, I wanted cameras. There had to be a way to sneak something in.
Whatever.
After I’d toed off my shoes and grabbed the training collar from the tiny drawer he’d added to the entrance, I walked to him. Leisurely. I kept my grin in check, too. I didn’t at all look like I was ready to pounce on him—even though I one hundred percent was.
It wasn’t even about topping or anal. I didn’t care that we didn’t fuck as much as everyone assumed we did. I was a fuck rabbit within the walls of the club and with consenting power bottoms—and Cece when she was in the mood and/or needed to be reminded of the hierarchy there.
I wasn’t even doubting Tony’s intentions or antsy about it. It helped that I’d caught him fingering himself in the shower a couple of times. The rimming, too. He really was into me rimming him, and pups were good with their tongues, which was a reputation I needed to uphold, obviously.
“How about you sit and start talking from the beginning?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I perched on the arm of the couch only because I knew it would make him look that way . Teasing him was more fun when I was on his lap and I could hover over him and taunt him with the lack of distance between us, but I could behave. It was going to be so worth it. Speaking of… “Aren’t you going to collar me first?”
Technically, I could do it. If I arrived here before he did and I was feeling a certain type of way, I did. It made me blush stupidly hard, and it wasn’t something I felt comfortable discussing at length, but the weight of the collar made me feel more grounded and… closer to him?
Yeah, it sounded stupid to my own ears. That was why it would forever remain an inside thought.
Anyway, I digressed. The point was, if he was around, I’d rather he put it on. He just looked so hot and his gaze got so heated when I asked unprompted.
“Come closer, pup.”
I moved so that I was on my knees on the couch. As lavish as Tony’s house was, he thankfully didn’t have one of those giant couches that could hold a dozen people. Two wide seats were more than enough for me. Any more and it would ruin the cozy vibe. It wasn’t like he was game for entertaining the whole group here, so we didn’t need a lot more. And they could bring chairs and shit if it came to that.
“So.” Tony tucked my chin up before buckling the collar. I wasn’t sure why he always did it. He could wrap the thick leather around my throat without me giving him easier access. It had to be some fetish with my neck—not that I cared. “You behaved today?”
“Yeah.” I exhaled the word as he let go of the collar, his finger teasing the side of my neck before he was content with the look of it. I lifted my hand immediately to play with the O-ring in the center. It was becoming habit. “But see, giving me the right motivation works.”
Understatement of the year.
“Uh-huh.” Tony leaned back on the couch. Was it his way to appear more relaxed than he was, or was he getting better at getting himself in check around me? If it was the latter, the idea wasn’t as disappointing as I would’ve thought. It actually turned me on that he was. “I’m still waiting.”
“You’re just stalling,” I corrected, “but it’s okay.”
I patted his cheek, but that was the end of my bratting.
Kind of.
For the next ten minutes, I retold the story of how one of my new professors this semester tried to give shit to an exchange student who was wearing too much makeup for what she considered appropriate. Somehow—and without my input—it derived into a debate on gender roles and today’s society?
Anyway. Past Jaime would have thrown himself at that professor with everything he had. Present Jaime—who wasn’t much more mature but had better motivation, as stated previously—raised his hand and made her clarify what she was saying. I typed it as she recited her transphobic—and, let’s face it, femphobic and misogynistic—rant. I shared the document with everyone in class, got them to sign off on that being what had happened, and emailed the dean.
I didn’t have a response yet, but come on.
I didn’t go off, storm out, or rise to their level. It was classy as fuck.
Everyone looked up to me now, too, which felt nice as fuck, not going to lie. But it wasn’t the point.
I hadn’t even been mad and boiling with anger as I rode the bus here. I was just excited about my reward.
Reward that wasn’t coming fast enough.
Ugh.
“Look at you, growing up.”
“Hey!” I scowled right away. See? This was why one could never lower their guard around D-types. “If you don’t wanna put out, just say so. There will only be minor judgement for being the only Domm in the history of Domms who doesn’t hold up their end of the bargain.”
I’d barely finished talking when he grabbed me by the collar and crushed our mouths together. “You didn’t learn your lesson, then?”
“Huh?” I blinked.
Tony always recovered faster than me. Not to sound like Sergio, but it was completely unfair.
“About making it hard to want to reward you,” Tony teased.
He was teasing, right? Belatedly, I realized what he was talking about—the day after he introduced me to a spider gag. To be fair, I had gotten my reward; if anyone could consider overstimulation a reward, but… Yeah. I might’ve mouthed off a bit more than initially planned. It wasn’t what stuck out from that day, though. I’d been more focused on how all those forced orgasms had reset something deep within me instead of making me hyperaware of the parts of my body I didn’t want to be that aware of.
Sue me for not having the same priorities here.
“But old school means following the rules, Tony.” I leaned closer. I didn’t touch—that would only call for Tony grabbing my hands in one of his and ruining the fun—but I let my breath hit his cheek until I saw the goose bumps the simple move created. “And you’re the one who set that rule. How will I ever be tamed if I can’t trust the rules?”
Was I laying it thick?
Yes.
Did I care?
Nope.
“Can I pick your cock?”
That…
Sorry, my brain short-circuited for a second. That was definitely not on my list of top five things he was most likely to respond with.
“Yeah.” Even if he couldn’t, there was no way my mouth would’ve remembered how to utter a different word. Clearing my throat didn’t help a lot. “Yes, of course.”
I might tease with my biggest puppy cocks, but I was a considerate lover. I wasn’t going to pick one of them, either, when it was his first time letting me be on top. Besides, the thought of him having that control over me? Picking my cock ? The fact that he’d said it just like that? As if it was the most normal question in the world, something he asked every sub?
I was going to jack off to that question for the next week, minimum. Month, if we were more realistic. I was not going to get emotional over it.
“Good pup.” He rewarded my answer with a nip to my jaw.
I shivered. It was what he wanted, to leave me panting after him.
For once, I didn’t mind too much that I was falling right into his trap.
“Let’s go, then.” Tony patted his thighs before moving us both off the couch—as if, again, this was a very normal occurrence. “Playroom.”
“Wait,” I blurted out before I could process, “for real?”
Of course, Tony looked at me as if I was the one growing two heads.
“I don’t like repeating myself, pup.”
No, he did not.
Still, there was no way he was this calm. Right? I’d expected many things, but him walking with no rush toward the playroom upstairs and starting to get rid of his clothes—folding them as if this was just another day? It was so not it.
Tony didn’t even glance back while he did it. There was no trembling, hesitation, or… anything.
It was annoying, but the annoyance didn’t stop my own arousal building. It was the opposite. I knew how to push, how to break that exterior of his. I stood taller as the realization hit that I was the only person who could do it. It was on me whether this was easy on him or an anxiety-riddled experience figuring out which way was up.
The realization had me moving from my post by the threshold. It wasn’t stalking, precisely, but I didn’t know how to walk in a… louder manner.
Tony turned toward me before I could drive myself into a panic because, how did I alert him of my presence without spooking him? It was probably unfounded. He always seemed to know where I was.
Whatever.
“Last I checked, pup, you needed less clothes to fuck someone.”
My eyes widened. “You realize I was just thinking about being the nicest for you?”
Maybe I added more huffing than necessary, but it was on him for riling me up.
Tony was on me before I could even blink, his fingers tucked under my chin to force my gaze up. I really tried to hide it, but I shivered regardless, my lips parting. He just… He had that effect on me.
“You’ll be the nicest for me because that’s what a good pup does.” He breathed the words against my cheek. “Anything else is out of the question.”
The worrisome thing was that I one hundred percent believed him. Hell, I couldn’t even think of what that anything else would entail.
“Yes, Tony.”
Tony hummed, as if the words didn’t feel so heavy that getting them out took a weight off my shoulders big enough my knees buckled. He just held me upright and tugged my lower lip with his teeth until I moaned.
“Less clothes, pup.”
“I heard you the first time.”
I didn’t give him more lip, though. No, I just dutifully started removing layers. I even folded them—less meticulously than he did—and placed them beside his pile of clothes on one of the benches. See? I could rein in my impulses for chaos from time to time and behave or whatever it was Tony would call it.
Tony, who was now rummaging through the drawer he’d saved for my puppy cocks. (Yes, I had that many. I never claimed to be responsible with the money I managed to save up).
I didn’t dare to move. I was dying to know what he was thinking, which of the dildos he was going to pick, but something kept me frozen to the spot. I really was going to behave for him, huh?
“We’re doing this for real, aren’t we?”
Tony turned around—again. He had his eyebrow raised, a glint of humor in his eyes. He could be getting all soft and shit, but of course he wasn’t. “Second thoughts, pup?”
I spluttered. I refrained from stomping on the ground, but for fuck’s sake. I was the one who should be checking in on him. Right?
Well. Actually, I wasn’t sure what the protocol was here. Not that I knew much about protocols. I’d just bugged Eli to show me proper kneeling positions because Tony had opinions on those, and it wasn’t fun to tease when I didn’t have all the information. Plus, knowing how to do it properly was an easy way to get praise every now and again. Here, though?
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.
Yet, I couldn’t say he looked like the subs who got in the same position. He wasn’t quivering or looking like he was about to melt, desperate for any kind of touch or attention. There wasn’t a meaning behind it or a fight that had been given up.
It was just a position.
I was actually intimidated.
Not that I’d ever admit to it, of course.
“Pup?” Tony frowned. Were all of our first times going to feel stilted? And it be my fault? I didn’t know how to feel about it. I didn’t know how to respond when he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me toward him. “Talk to me. Now.”
I gulped.
I knew it wasn’t anger, but there was heat in that look. The kind that left no room for my usual bratting. I hated that it was a turn-on.
“I feel out of my depth.” The words left my mouth in a whoosh of air. “Like, you’re way too cool about all of this, and maybe I am not that cool about it and making it a big thing in my head.”
Tony watched me for a few seconds. I supposed he was waiting to see if there was more I wanted to say, but there wasn’t. Words got trapped in the back of my throat.
“Pup.” He sighed.
I didn’t know how to interpret that sigh, which meant I went back to panicking. This time, it wasn’t my brain dissociating from the fact that my body was too exposed and we didn’t like it. No, this time I was very much aware of where I was and what I was supposed to be doing right this minute. He moved off the bed before I could come up with something viable to do.
I’d panic some more, but he tugged me closer again. My chest hit his torso, drawing the air out of my lungs.
“Yeah?” I tried to sound more assertive, but it came out as a breathy gasp.
Tony shook his head. “I’m pretty sure, any other day, you’d be the one going on and on about how Domming and topping are not synonymous.”
“Well, they’re not,” I scowled.
“So, you are not a Dom because you’ll be topping me, which means you can quit overthinking shit.” Tony ran his thumb over the corner of my lip. “In fact, you’re going to be my leashed pup who’s so submissive he’s just going to be a bundle of nerves pleasuring his Dom the way he’s been told.”
Fuck.
That shouldn’t be?—
Fuck it, it was hot. I was clearly a low-maintenance pup, but the words—and the tone and the molten gaze—did it.
“Yes, Sir.”
It wasn’t the time to tease him with other honorifics when his Dominance had never felt so close to the surface. Tony pushed me up to the tips of my toes and licked my lips before moving again toward the drawers. He kept the leash there.
Breathing got easier after it was clipped to my collar. Yes, it sounded cliché. I didn’t care. Tony must’ve seen the change in my expression too—he didn’t ask or check in any further. He just moved back to a tabletop position. This time, with his hand wrapped around the handle of the leash, I went with him easily, kneeling behind him.
“Can I rim you?”
Words came easier now that he was grounding me. And his ass was right there.
“Not today.”