25. Tony
TWENTY-FIVE
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T he whine that escaped the pup was more aligned with the kind of reaction I’d expect from Jaime. Part of me still wondered if I should put a stop to this and force them to actually talk. Jaime seemed fine now, though, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know a huge reason behind their freakout was on my reluctance to do this sooner.
I grimaced.
Reluctance wasn’t the right word. I’d needed more stability. More confidence in the ground I was walking on.
An embarrassing amount of practice by myself, too. And pep talks.
Which reminded me, I needed the pup more worked up than they were now. I’d promised them as much, after all.
After locking the length of the leash so that they didn’t have a lot of freedom to move, I tugged on it, my fist digging into the duvet.
“I forgot to mention something, pup.”
“Huh?”
And that was the tone I’d been waiting for—the one that told me they were half gone to pleasure and baser instincts.
“I’ve been using a lot of dildos these past few weeks.” I grinned when their lips parted. Jaime kept being the easiest pup to surprise. “I know how it feels when I’m well fucked by one.”
The meaning fell on them a second later. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I leaned back so I could plant a dirty kiss on their mouth. One day, I’d have them in their full puppy get-up, and they’d be wagging their tail and barking with impatience until I gave them the green light to mount me. “Now get to it already.”
Their throat convulsed as they swallowed repeatedly. “I need more room to prep you, Sir.”
With the leash pulled taut, Jaime’s head fell around my shoulder, their body weight all but draped on top of me. There was only give for an inch or two of space between our bodies.
“What you need to do is grab the lube, be generous with it, and go slow.” I smirked when their eyes widened. “Surely, you can manage that much.”
“Shouldn’t I?—”
“No, pup.”
One of the first things I learned during my explorations was that fingering felt strange. I’d much rather relax and push into the burn. A quick search confirmed I wasn’t the only one, so thankfully I didn’t have to give myself a migraine trying to make sense of something else I hadn’t wanted to think too hard about in the first place.
“Topping from the bottom,” Jaime mumbled to themselves. “Good to know.”
I shook my head. What the fuck did they expect? And how many times had I told them that would be how it went?
Sometimes, it was better not to ask them too many questions. I would scatter them over the next few days. For now, I focused on the sound of the bottle of lube they’d dropped on the bed earlier, and the cold hitting my ass crack where Jaime squirted it straight from the bottle.
I let my head lower for a second. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that they’d try to assert some kind of power—or brattiness—that way. Jaime might not even realize it was a brat move, but they should’ve learned by now. It took much more to sway me or get a reaction.
One quick look showed them slathering their cock with lube, so they could get away with the small infraction for now.
That quick look had me eyeing the purple cock again. I’d mostly trained with a set of plugs I’d gotten online, but the biggest one I’d used had more girth around the thickest part. I should be fine.
Besides, Jaime was careful, even though they pretended to fall into the fantasy of the overexcited puppy who couldn’t wait one more second. More gentle than their counterpart-turned-next-door-neighbor, in some ways.
They proved it as they rubbed the lube into my skin with the tip of their cock before simply placing it against my entrance there. They didn’t have their hood, but I doubted they felt very able—or willing—to use words right now.
For once, I didn’t need them to.
I needed them closer, though.
I needed Jaime mounting me like a pup—no thoughts going through that pretty head of theirs. Like they were in rut. That was the term, wasn’t it? Alphas went in ruts and omegas went in heat. I’d stopped researching the omegaverse stuff when I overheard Jaime complaining to Cece that she was putting ABO in my head too much and I was going to get the wrong idea about things. I didn’t get more specifics, but that was because I forgot to ask.
I’d rather leave questions as the last resort. Watching the two pups provided more answers.
Anyway.
Pushing into the toy was easier than it had been a few weeks back, but the burning sensation was still there. I grunted. Jaime dug their fingertips into my hips. That was a new sensation added to the stretching I’d worked myself up to.
Anal play—on the receiving end—was different than I’d thought it would be. I kind of blamed myself for all the reticence what now felt like years ago. Some preconceived notions had definitely been there—that I’d put something in my ass and turn into a desperate power bottom who begged for more and was reduced to moans and mewls.
It turned out, playing with a plug, edging my prostate until I was jerking off like I hadn’t before? It was just hot as fuck.
Pushing against the puppy cock while Jaime held on to me like they were on the verge of bursting? It was something else. Not at all what I’d expected—and feared. I didn’t worry about them hovering over me, over them having power or blurring the lines of the dynamic we were still settling into.
Even if I didn’t have my fingers clutched around the handle of their leash as a physical reminder, there was no questioning it.
Jaime was mine.
They were servicing me .
With that thought in mind, it was easier to let go, to succumb to what my body was begging for. My lips parted, a groan stretching past my throat as I pushed through that initial burn. I could feel the bulbous veins of the toy. My heart beat faster as I rocked my hips tentatively, testing the waters.
“Fuck.” Jaime’s voice had me blink through the haze before glancing back. “Sir.”
One thing that had always stuck—even if it spoke badly of me—was how Jaime reacted to fucking someone. From the tension in their muscles to the way their face contorted and the need in those darkened eyes was the same thing I’d witness from a cis man using a bio dick. Jaime didn’t fake it, either. I had witnessed plenty of subs fake everything from orgasms to interest in a type of play.
I doubted the thought of faking anything had ever crossed their mind. Definitely not when they were like this, apparently enthralled by the sight of their cock sinking into my asshole.
“Good pup.” The praise came easily, even when all they were doing was holding still for me. “Start moving. Slowly, pup.”
About half of that cock was lodged inside my ass, but I could read the signs in both of us. Even if I could sink back until I touched their hips, I wanted to focus on my own cock more. And Jaime needed to start moving before they had any other ideas. There was only so much trust I could place on the pup before they started behaving like the pet player they were.
The one I wanted them to be.
Just not when I knew they had a mile-long list of expectations for how today was going to go.
Jaime moved slowly at first. For a few seconds, I wondered if I’d have to give them more specific instructions, walk them through fucking someone as if this was their first time using a cock. Truth be told, I wouldn’t know where to start.
But Jaime became all instinct when they were over someone, mounting or just drilling them into a mattress. That reluctance vanished quickly without much doing on my part. They started slowly as I asked, but our groans soon intermingled, the air around us growing hotter with lust and need to succumb to.
I cursed under my breath. It was almost too easy to forget I was holding on to the leash. I gave Jaime just enough room so that they could thrust in and out. I didn’t want them moving back too much, creating space. Their breaths against my shoulder blade were the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard.
“Just like that, pup.”
I fisted my cock in my free hand as I spurred them on. The thing about plugs was that they got me used to the stretch and that initial discomfort, quelled the panic about what taking it up the ass meant. They didn’t do shit to prepare me for the rest of it. The heat of hands against my skin. Their breaths, and grunts, and every other sound that came out of them as they thrust their hips over and over. How hard my prostate was hit with every single thrust and tiny switch in angle.
The pup was eager, but more than that, they were confident in their every move. I had the control, but they were the one bringing black spots to my vision, making me almost too aware of the age gap between us as I tried to match their thrusts. It felt like a must—the need to meet their pace, their energy. The blistering heat.
I didn’t have time to focus on the exact physical sensation, of how I might have overestimated my preparedness. There was only Jaime on top of me, doing as I’d commanded, losing themselves in it.
“Your handler is close, pup.”
I could feel my balls tightening, my muscles clenching. I’d never thought too much about my bodily responses to an orgasm, but it felt impossible not to today.
Everything was sharpened in an unfamiliar way. It was close to the way traditional Domspace felt. Maybe it was the same, actually, but to an intensity I’d never experienced.
“Fuck.”
I could feel the sweat building up, ebbing down my temples as I pushed myself to go faster, to take them deeper.
Jaime let out a whine not unlike the grunts and pants they’d been letting out until now. “This isn’t the time to tell you about the new fantasy you’ve unlocked, is it?”
I narrowed my eyes, glanced back. “Tell me anyway.”
“One day,” Jaime started speaking, their forehead resting against my shoulder before they pulled back—as much as the leash allowed. They pulled their cock almost all the way out before slamming deep in one go. I struggled to keep my eyes focused. “One day, I want us to be doing this, but before you come, I wanna pull out and have you flip me over. Then you’d come in me instead.”
Fuck.
The words—the fantasy behind the words and the visual it created—the clap of skin against skin as Jaime kept upping the pace… It left me undone. I panted, gasped, groaned. For once, my mouth wasn’t mine, the noises coming out of it not ones I recognized.
Ropes of cum hit the duvet beneath me.
I tried to catch my breath, to ignore the weight of my eyelids.
“Then I guess next time we’ll have to give you your tail, pup.”
Jaime’s hips stuttered. They rested their head against my back again, easily falling down with me as I lost the grip on their leash and everything around me.
“Promise?”
They tried to add mirth to the question. I wasn’t recovered enough to let them know how I felt about it.
I barely felt it when they slipped out of me. I grew more aware when they moved both of us so that our heads were on the pillow, and I wasn’t on top of my own drying cum.
“I really…” Jaime’s gaze lowered. I counted their eyelashes while they swallowed once, twice. Those lips of theirs parted as if they were about to sigh in relief. They closed them again. It went on two more times before words actually followed the movement. “This is extremely cliché, and I hate it, and I don’t go around making a big deal of those three words, but…”
Seconds ticked by. My heart beat louder, but there was no anxiety that accompanied it. Security, perhaps, if that was a thing.
“But?” I prompted.
Jaime’s eyelashes fluttered. “I’m not into the whole saying I love you until the words lose the meaning and it’s just habit, but you own me, Sir. And I want you to.”
“Fucking hell.” Not the best reaction, I was aware. Before that smirk of theirs could grow fully, I pushed myself up, enough so that I could move on top of them and use one of my hands to hold both their wrists above their head. “You belong to me, pup. You can say the words, not say them. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, it doesn’t?”
It was a good attempt to sound nonchalant, I’d give them that.
“For as long as you keep wanting this? No, it doesn’t.” I shut them up with a dirty kiss before they could derail us further. “But we’re going to revisit those fantasies of yours.”
Jaime snorted. “Fine by me.”
“Good.”
Now there was no excuse not to collapse on top of them and go for that nap my body was begging for.
There was only some minor harrumphing on their part, so I’d say we were good. Pups could always learn new tricks, and all that.