Epilogue
epilogue
JAIME
“ S o what else are you getting me for my birthday?” Tony raised his eyebrow in that silent way of his. It was hot. I readjusted on the couch. It wasn’t wiggling in excitement, but close to it. “What?”
My attempts to blink innocently never quite worked, but I tried regardless. I did it while slurping on my boba tea. We weren’t supposed to bring drinks from the outside into the club, but Erika had approved it. Being with Eli had softened her up.
She said it was an exception because of my birthday, but I bet I could smuggle more if I tried. I only had to point out that the amount of sugar was good for aftercare, and Erika wouldn’t be able to give a counterargument.
I was a mastermind, clearly.
I should recruit Sergio. He wasn’t that good at using logical arguments and debates, but he was good at distraction. A distracted D-type meant more chances to win. Everyone knew this.
Back to Tony. He’d been cagey all month—not in a sus way, but in a way that screamed he had big plans. Big plans that were turning him into the anxious Dom who couldn’t get one over me. It had been a while since I’d gotten a glimpse of the squirming professor.
It was hot.
“I got you a new puppy suit. And your boba tea,” he pointed out. He tried to sound calm, but he wasn’t fooling me. “What else could you possibly want, pup?”
I grinned. It was just the two of us hanging out in the open area upstairs, but I knew more people were coming. I behaved when they were around, for the most part. Tony was proving himself as a good Dom, and a good partner, but I didn’t want to push him too hard. He did enough of that on his own. It didn’t matter that he didn’t talk about it. I had eyes. That conversation with Erika lived rent free in my head, too.
Anyway. The point was, we were alone now, so I could amp up the teasing. After placing the tea on the low table, I crawled forward until I was between his legs. His passion for manspreading had its advantages—more room to fit there.
It had soon become my favorite spot. It just made it incredibly easy to hover over him so that he had to look up and have me question how he was going to strike back.
I clenched my thighs at the thought. My horniness really wasn’t going back to any baseline levels. At this point I wasn’t sure I could blame T anymore, either. It was just him, and his leathery scent, and presence, and…
Nope. No time to get distracted and subby now.
I was a strong pup, dammit.
“Do you want an itemized list?” I teased. I could probably come up with one on the spot, too. “I know there’s more. You’re very strung up.”
It was an understatement, but I was not about to tell him he was a mess. He’d respond to that by spanking my ass until I was this close to tapping out.
No, thank you.
“There is more,” he said slowly, “but you have to earn it.”
Now it was my turn to quirk an eyebrow. I knew I didn’t look half as intimidating as he did when I did it, but copying his expressions was fun.
“I have to earn a present. On my birthday.”
“Exactly.”
Tony pulled me closer before I could protest, his lips on me. I grunted. He was too good at knowing how to distract me, where to apply pressure. And his timing. Would I be put off by a single kiss under normal circumstances? No.
But I was already horny, and he knew it.
He slid one hand down my shiny new suit—seriously, it was so thick and shiny and smelled of new, and I was going to be crawling in circles for hours the second there was someone else here to appreciate it. I let out a gasp when that hand reached my ass and pressed on the base of my tail.
Tony had insisted that I wore my biggest plug, and I’d been stupid enough to do as he said, even when it restricted my movement more, and it was more likely to leave me a panting mess.
“Tony.” My mouth felt dry as I pushed out the name. “Sir.”
I hated that the honorific was easier to utter. Probably why I forced myself to not use it until I didn’t have any other choice in the matter.
“What is it, pup?”
Hnngh .
“I don’t like this.”
“Your body says differently.”
I huffed. Tony nipped my bottom lip before I could run my mouth. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but I had yet to actually complain about it.
Thankfully—for me—noise from downstairs alerted us of people coming closer. I moved off his lap and grabbed my boba tea. Tony watched me funny. I didn’t care. There was no way I’d risk any of them thinking they could snatch my drink.
Had anyone ever done it? No. Was I going to give them the chance to? Also no. Brats couldn’t be trusted.
I would know.
The first person to come up the stairs was María, quickly followed by Cece, Ev, Erika, and Eli. Sergio, Kara, Mónica, León, and Danny were coming too, but a couple of them had already mentioned running late in the group chat before I had to leave my phone in the locker room downstairs.
Abel and Carlos couldn’t make it, but it was fine. Abel had promised to join me, Sergio, and Kara for one of their milkshake dates, and Carlos had had to babysit his niece. No promises of milkshakes or boba tea, but it was fine. The main reason for milkshake dates was to hang out with Sergio and Kara—and Ev and Danny, when they could make time in their oh-so-busy schedules. That was sarcasm, obviously . The point was, the milkshake wasn’t that important. And I had my supplier of boba tea right here, so I was good on that front, too.
I frowned. Was it called babysitting when the kid was… twelve? Thirteen? I was sure Carlos had mentioned it at some point, but I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that she wasn’t a baby, but she wasn’t old enough Carlos’s sister felt comfortable leaving her on her own.
“Ohh, is that new?” Sergio was the first to jump on top of me. He almost squished the plastic container for the tea, too, which… Rude. But see? I knew my tea had been in danger. “It’s so shiny!”
I rolled my eyes as he started to paw me all over. Not only was Sergio our most extroverted Little, but he was also the person with the least amount of reservations I knew. Nothing was out of bounds when he was around.
“I know,” I said playfully. Or not so playfully. I did need to breathe. “Tony got it for me.”
Sergio flicked his gaze to him, then. They weren’t besties—and no one really expected them to be—but the sea-themed stuffies Tony had gotten him a few months back had gone a long way into fixing their relationship. Probably more than Tony had wanted. I’d caught him huffing and rolling his eyes more than once because Sergio had included him in his list of people to text on an almost daily basis.
“Good.” Sergio nodded resolutely before shifting back to me. “Oh, and happy birthday!! Even though I’m still angry you didn’t let me get you anything.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t get me anything.” I huffed. “I said you couldn’t get me anything with glitter on it.”
“So?” Sergio waved his arms wildly. “Same difference.”
I snorted. “Right.”
At least he didn’t keep fighting. Or hogging me. The rest of the group that had already made it took advantage to congratulate me and talk about the rubber suit. Erika and Eli especially were eyeing it as if they wanted to steal it. Not that they would. Erika had a million rubber suits, and she kept buying more for Eli, too. The two of them were well stocked in all things latex.
Cece might want to borrow it. We did it more often than not—we had a similar build—but Tony had gotten this custom made. He didn’t say it, but I recognized the brand when I opened the package. All their suits were custom made.
“I’ve got your present at home,” she said in lieu of a greeting. Technically, she’d come over for breakfast, so she’d already told me happy birthday. “I didn’t want to carry it all the way here.”
“What is it?”
And why didn’t she give it to me this morning? I could’ve gone to her place if it was too heavy or whatever. I could’ve had Tony move it, too. He had muscles for a reason, didn’t he?
“You’ll see.”
I scowled. “That’s not very nice of you.”
She was supposed to be nice.
No, I still was clueless about what had been going on with her—or was still going on with her—but the move to the house next to Tony had seemed to help. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she’d mellowed out some. Her skin looked healthier, too. I’d missed how gloomy it had looked back in the apartment, as if she wasn’t getting enough sunlight. Which happened sometimes.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
I growled and pretended to snap at her jaw, that was what I did. People around us laughed, but if I had to put her in her place I would. Tsk .
Not today, though. Tony still had plans for us, and I wanted to spend the night in our bed. After all, he was keeping me plugged for I had no idea how long. I had needs.
It was when everyone else finally arrived that my hackles went back up. Tony had said I needed to earn whatever it was he’d gotten me that had him all anxious and shit. And not all of them were good at pretending this was a normal night.
In fact, some of them were terrible at it. Looking at you, Ev . Even Danny was antsier than usual. He hardly stood still when there wasn’t someone giving him bruises, but damn.
Kara kept cozying up to Mónica, too. It wasn’t entirely out of character, but she wasn’t as energetic, usually.
Seriously, what had Tony set up, and when the fuck was it going to start? I needed some kind of clue, at the very least.
Right?
I squirmed again.
Tony did not participate in everyone’s exuberance, leaving them to gush about my suit and my birthday and everything else, but he hadn’t once taken his eyes off me. It was almost like it used to be, back before this whole thing started, even before he’d been outed, and I could always feel his eyes on me whenever I was playing.
We’d moved to the big room we used for group play nights. The mattresses were pulled out, but I wasn’t getting the impression that we were going to play. The vibes weren’t there. Besides, Tony didn’t engage in group play nights, and as much of a voyeur as he was, it wouldn’t be his style. Not today.
Ugh.
I really didn’t do well with not knowing.
“Wanna finish gearing up now, pup?”
I whipped around toward Tony’s voice. My gaze narrowed. Why was this my fault? I’d grabbed my hood, but he was the one who said people were going to want to talk to me in human form, seeing as it was my birthday party, and I sometimes—fine, many times—got grumpy when I had to use human words while wearing the hood.
Whatever. I crawled to him and sat back on my haunches. I didn’t lose the look , but he couldn’t say I wasn’t obeying and shit.
It was a balance—being a brat but not taking it so far he thought I was genuinely fighting him. I could learn, when properly motivated.
Tony, of course, didn’t react—not to my scowling, and not to my perfect sitting position. He just clasped the straps of the hood at the back of my head and adjusted the neoprene under my chin. It wrinkled up sometimes and created weird bumps. It was annoying, but I didn’t want a new hood. I’d bought this one with Cece. We’d traveled to Madrid so that we could try on hoods in person. The clerk in the store had been so nice, too— and totally flirting with Cece. The hoods were the first pieces of gear we’d gotten.
I was attached to the thing now.
Tony hadn’t complained when I’d explained my reasoning. He’d clearly listened, too, since the new suit hadn’t included a new hood.
I wouldn’t have enjoyed that.
“Tilt your head up, pup.”
Huh?
I blinked. Sometimes when I got in my head, I kind of lost track of my surroundings. I could focus, though.
I had to focus. Tony was holding the extendable leash in his hand. No idea where he’d gotten it from. I didn’t care. I was already slipping into pupspace, so I had to prioritize.
“Woof?”
I lunged at his thighs, keeping my paws there. The mitts were extra pretty, if I said so myself. Tony had stuck to the black and yellow color scheme, and the mitts were those that had a padded yellow paw on the inside of it. It felt velvety to the touch, but I didn’t think it was velvet.
I’d stared at them for an embarrassing amount of time when he’d made me try on the suit back at home. Tony had half mocked me for it, but I’d paid him no mind.
I didn’t mind him now either as he gave me scritches. He was fucking up my hair, but that didn’t matter when I was wearing my gear. The straps already fucked it up enough on their own, and I was not going to say no to head scritches. I wrinkled my nose just imagining it.
It would be bonkers.
He clipped the leash to the O-ring of the training collar he’d gotten me for that first time in this room. The tiny metallic sound had me breathing out, taking away more of that anxiety and buzzing that seemed to follow me everywhere.
I swayed forward, the muzzle of the hood hitting his leather chaps. Fuck, his leather was always so soft. I had no idea how he did it. He said that most of it came from leathermen fairs and people who sold the pieces they weren’t using anymore or had inherited, but… still.
“You want to earn that last present?” Tony squared up his shoulders as he asked.
“Woof!” I pawed his thighs again for good measure.
No idea what was going on, but he wouldn’t be able to say shit about my enthusiasm.
I liked presents, and I didn’t like staying out of the loop. It was a somewhat dangerous combination.
“Good pup.” There were no head scritches, but I caught the way his eyes softened for just that second. I whirled around, making sure I was wagging my tail. He hadn’t moved by the time I was back where I’d started. When I let my tongue loll, he caught it, pressing his thumb to keep me there. A rush of heat had me gasping. “Are you going to show everyone how obedient you can be?”
Shit.
I didn’t mean to, but I moaned regardless. I was desperate, only half grasping at what he was saying. Tony had hinted at having am intense scene tonight. I’d been okay with it—more than, obviously—but I hadn’t asked for many details, and he hadn’t offered many more after we’d covered the basics. I didn’t have second thoughts, but… Fuck.
We’d started gradually playing harder. It meant more intense scenes: Demanding more of me as a puppy until I was building up a good sweat. Spanking me longer. Testing out his paddles.
Restraints. So many restraints.
With all the teasing about watersports, I’d been sure that was what would happen today.
It was how it went, wasn’t it? All the folks at the club talked about it. The longer one was with a D-type, the more trust built up, which meant more playtime.
This, though? Whatever it was, I already knew it would be harder than just letting him pee all over me. Or in me, since that was what he seemed to prefer.
Submitting to him in front of an audience? It made me shiver from head to toe.
“Pup?”
Shit.
I cleared my throat. “Woof.”
It wasn’t a puppylike bark, but I didn’t want to sound hesitant, and my voice was failing me. I wiggled my hips to make up for it. I didn’t really submit in a group setting. It wasn’t a limit, but it left me more vulnerable than I ever was.
Sure, maybe I was running ahead. After all, he hadn’t yet explained what was going to happen, but another thing that occurred after being with a D-type for long enough? I learned how his mind worked. Intimately.
He was going to test how much I’d let him get away with.
Which was a problem, because right now, the answer was pretty much anything he would dare to do.
The people around us had started to move, creating something close to a semicircle around us, either leaning against the nearest walls or sitting on a few benches they’d moved to be closer.
None of them looked concerned. Mónica had an arm locked around Kara’s waist, but that was the only show of protectiveness going around the group.
León looked like he wanted to put me under a microscope and like he couldn’t wait to see this go down. Danny had a similar expression, but it wasn’t as intense. María had her head cocked to the side. Ev was blushing. Eli had its eyes on the floor, kneeling on a throw pillow by Erika’s side.
Erika looked weirdly emotional.
I’d ask about that later. I knew the two of them were close.
Sergio was half hiding, half watching from behind Danny. He and Abel played a lot with the primal players, and Sergio wasn’t always in the mood to be a voyeur, so it made sense he used a shield. Or whatever it was he was doing.
I was sure he’d come out in a bit. Sergio was the farthest thing from shy, but… Yeah. Sometimes he needed warming up. I personally thought it had to do with the fact that, for the longest time, he hadn’t really engaged much during group play. In the past, there hadn’t been enough queer men who’d joined us on those nights, so now he needed a bit more warming up than the rest of us.
The rest of us being me.
And, yeah, I was derailing so that I didn’t start trying to come up with scenarios for what Tony was going to put me through tonight.
Whatever.
“Easy.” Tony tilted my chin up. “We’re going to start you off nice and easy. You like to fetch, don’t you?”
Wait.
I shook the nerves away like an actual puppy would shake off the rain after a walk out. But fetch?
Huh.
I could do fetch.
I guessed.
The mattresses were going to make it hard. It was harder to run on all fours over stuff that bounced and moved and…
Whatever.
Big strong pup here. I could do anything.
“Woof!”
Tony signaled me to stay put. There was a hint of a smile on his face. I didn’t miss it. I obeyed, too. Well, I wiggled some, but I was a puppy. That was my excuse.
When he returned, he had one of the bone-shaped chew toys I had too many of. Maybe that was why we were here? The mattresses were clean, and Tony could get a bit particular about the floor we played on being completely clean if I was going to even try to catch something with my mouth. It was challenging to do with mitts and a muzzle. Honestly, I just forced myself to do it to spite him. I never really cared about catching them when I was playing with Cece or any of the others.
The game of fetch went as usual at first. Tony threw the toy. I ran after it with only a few hiccups because the mattresses really made it harder not to stumble. He gave me scritches behind the ear, which made me forget some of my annoyance over the stumbling issue.
Something changed when I ran back now. I sat back on my haunches and offered up the bone as usual. Tony grabbed it, but he went down to one knee to do it. I frowned. Why was he on his knee?
“You’re doing so well, pup.”
Okay, yeah. I preened at the words, because praise, but…
“Woof!”
Tony splayed his hand over my belly. Ohhh. He was going to give me belly rubs?
That would make sense.
I panted for effect and was all but ready to roll so that I was on my back and he had more access. I only had the tiniest belly rubs in this position. It was kind of sad.
Tony stilled me. I whined.
Why did he want to make me confused on my birthday? This was so not fair.
“Woof!”
“Easy, pup.” Tony shook his head.
As if I was the problem.
I was not the problem.
I had half a mind to bark up a storm—audience be damned—to send the message home, but Tony did something… interesting. He turned his gaze away from me and he nodded?
The fuck was he planning?
I whipped my head around in time to see León prowl toward me. Prowl was the right verb. He pretended to be leisurely about it, but there was intent there.
Fuck.
I looked back to Tony. Surely, the two of them hadn’t planned anything, right?
I crawled backward anyway, tilting my hips as if I was ready to pounce. Or run away. León was scary when he got all primal player.
“Oh, now you’re not happy to see me?” León joked.
He joked because he was in control and knew what was going on and had all the cards while I didn’t.
I huffed. “Woof!”
In the background, I registered people trying not to laugh. I didn’t care.
“C’mere, pup.”
That was León, talking as he squatted down and offered out a hand. I narrowed my eyes. León didn’t really care that much about playing with me as a pup. Taunting me, sure. Petting me and giving me belly rubs and scritches? Not so much. I could count with one hand the number of times he’d done any of that.
I still moved to him—mostly because one glance to the side showed Tony had his stern look on. I’d agreed to show I could be obedient, for whatever reason. This was more along the lines of what I’d thought would happen, not playing fetch, but…
Fine. I would go to León. The hood got in the way, but I could bite him when no one was looking.
It would show him.
“One bark for green, two for red, right?” he asked once I was—kind of—close enough.
“Woof!” I bobbed my head up and down so that he understood.
No idea what was going on yet, but no one would say I wasn’t helpful. Safe words were important in every headspace, anyway, even when I was starting to vibrate with anticipation because I hadn’t figured out what game we were supposed to be playing now.
Not knowing was annoying.
Scratch that.
Being manhandled by León was annoying. I squeaked, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. What the fuck? One second, he was moving his hand behind my ear. The next, I’d been turned around, my back was against his chest, and he’d blocked my vision. With his other hand? Probably.
I tried to kick back or fight, but he had me in some kind of lock. He was good at those.
Danny had said León studied MMA for years after his brother had signed him up. I huffed. There were no voices now, no sound other than our breaths. And footsteps. Footsteps walking away?
Tony?
Since when did D-types leave you alone with fucking primal players who meant no good?
“Breathe,” León said in a hushed whisper. Or maybe it sounded hushed because I was way more aware of the sound of my heartbeat. “You’re going to like this.”
I growled. Like this, my ass.
Well, maybe I would, but I’d determine that when I wasn’t effectively blindfolded and locked in place.
I must’ve looked ridiculous, too, flailing around. How the fuck had he pulled that?
It was unfair.
“You really are a handful.”
Another growl was the only way I’d answer that.
León shifted his hold on me. Instead of keeping my arms behind my back, he moved so that his arm covered my torso. It pushed us closer together, but I didn’t care about that. I wasn’t going to focus on it, either.
“Just hold on one more second.”
Since when did León talk this much during a scene?
Well. I’d never really played with León properly. Maybe he was this talkative, and Danny just didn’t spill the beans. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Ugh.
One more huff, and León removed his hand from my eyes. I lunged the second I had my eyesight back but wasn’t fast enough to bite him.
Dammit. Was nothing going to go my way today?
It was my birthday, too. Maybe I should ask León for that as my birthday gift next year. I’d have to pay for it later, but it might be worth it.
“Pup.” Tony’s voice was more authoritative than usual.
It took my focus off my so-called betrayer of a friend.
Fuck, I was starting to sound like Sergio.
Whatever.
“Woof!” I wagged my tail before running back to him. He looked just as he had before León took over, so I had no idea why that had been at all necessary. Before I could figure out how to ask, Tony pointed to the end of the room where he’d been throwing my chew toy minutes before. A box lay there, by the last mattress. “Woof?”
Tony snorted. “Fetch, pup.”
Oooohhh. Was that my last gift?
I rushed there in no time. Seriously, someone should’ve timed me. Was there a Guinness Record for running on all fours as a puppy? If there was, I’d so beaten it.
Now came a new set of problems as I inspected the gift. It was a square box wrapped up in shiny black paper. There was a lot of tape involved in the wrapping. It looked professional, just saying. But… I didn’t have opposable thumbs here.
I huffed. Obviously, tapping it with my mitt was not going to help my case. I still tried.
Oh! I could use my teeth.
Maybe.
Okay, I could do this.
Strong, ferocious pup here.
Something in the box jiggled when I managed to lift it a bit with my paws.
Oh? Metal?
If it was another spider gag, I’d riot.
Well, not really. Spider gags were really hot.
Whatever.
If I just managed to bend at the right angle so that I could rip the paper without my muzzle getting in the way…
Ugh.
Okay, not like that.
A corner should be easier.
Or not.
Dammit.
My hood was the best, but at moments like these I wished I was one of those pups who stuck to a headband with floppy ears. They were kind of cute. I just didn’t like headbands. But I’d be ripping into this thing in no time if not for that teeny tiny detail.
I huffed again. I didn’t throw the box to the mattress because I was still coherent enough to know whatever it was could break, but it was a close call. The huffing was soon replaced by growling and whining at it while I tried to get the tape off with my paws.
It was not easy.
Everyone was laughing, too.
My gut churned with… something. I wasn’t sure. A quick glance up showed Tony pinching the bridge of his nose.
I frowned—and whined again. How was this my fault?
“Can I go help, Sir?”
Oh, thank fuck.
That was Sergio.
“Woof!”
Sergio had opposable thumbs. He’d open my gift in no time, and then I could finally see what it was, and this whole thing would be over.
“No!”
Um.
Since when could D-types synchronize like that? Had they rehearsed?
I huffed.
“Puppy boy.” María looked on the verge of tears from laughter, but I glanced at her anyway. “At the risk of all the Domms ganging up on me… fetching and unwrapping are two different commands. Last I checked.”
Huh?
Well, yes, they were—I wasn’t stupid—but…
I glanced back at the box.
Oh.
Ooooooooooooh .
María was the best.
I wiggled my hips and circled on the spot a couple times. I only had to take the box to Tony. Tony would open it.
This was fine.
Lifting the box so that I could tuck it between my chin and my chest was not very puppylike, but it was the best I could come up with. There was no way I could walk all the way to Tony on my knees without looking like a messy duckling.
So, chin tuck it was.
I kind of lost my balance midway, but I was not going to talk about that. Or admit to it if anyone asked. Nope. Still a strong, ferocious pup. Smart, too.
“Woof!” I barked as soon as I’d placed the box by Tony’s feet.
I even measured it so it didn’t actually hit his feet, mind you.
Tony had that look that was half fondness, half exasperation. “Good pup.”
I ignored the sighing that accompanied the praise and just focused on the bonus scritches I got.
“Should I open the box for you, pup?”
“Woof!”
I scowled. Hadn’t that been the whole point?
Tony shook his head, but he went down to one knee again and got to it, so I kept the complaining to a minimum. Maybe I did butt his arm and anywhere I could reach with my muzzle a few times, but I never claimed to be a patient pup. It was loving butting, anyway. Loving butting was allowed.
Ugh.
Tony was the kind of person who unwrapped presents properly. I should’ve ignored him and gone straight to Sergio. Sure, he was next to León and Danny, and I doubted they would’ve let us get away with it, but I’d already have my present if we’d managed it.
So unfair.
“Woof!”
When I lunged at him this time, I almost knocked him down. Heh. No one was going to question my strength anymore.
“Patience, pup.”
“Woof.” I added a growl to that bark.
Tony just shook his head. He was laughing, too. He wasn’t overt about it, and he was trying not to, but the corner of his eyes got so wrinkly. It was a good look on him, and I hated that now I got soft over that kind of shit when I was supposed to be showcasing my prowess.
I compensated by growling again.
Tony ignored it.
Instead, he got rid of the paper—finally—and opened the so-far-nondescript gray box for me to see.
Oh.
Oh shit.
I glanced back up at him, but it was hard. My gaze kept drifting between the content of the box and Tony.
That was…
My paw went to my training collar.
I gulped.
“It makes no sense to upgrade your suit without upgrading everything else, does it?” Tony tucked two fingers under my chin. I huffed because it was the only way to not completely lose it. I didn’t get emotional. I did not . “The bracelet has a lock, with a key I would hold if you’re okay with it, pup.”
I glanced back at the box. There was the leather collar, similar to the one I was wearing now, but higher quality. Thicker. The thing that had stolen the air from my lungs was the bracelet. It was a wide band of stainless steel with a braided pattern that reminded me of leather craftsmanship. Understated, but not really.
It fit what I was. What we were. What he wanted us to be, and what I agreed to as if it wasn’t the exact same thing.
“Do you want to try it on, pup?”
Now the insecurity made sense. The faint tremor in his hand. This wasn’t just a new collar or a new bracelet.
It was a proper collar.
One that he’d want to turn into a high protocol collaring ceremony at some point, and I’d pretend it was a chore and would whine about it even though the idea reminded me I was still horny as fuck.
“Woof!”
Silly handler.
No way was I saying no to this, all previous impulsive, questionable decisions aside.