22. Scott
TWENTY-TWO
SCOTT
The rush of relief I feel the moment the door clicks shut behind Cory almost makes me feel ashamed.
Despite being unhappy with me, to put it lightly, he’s not actually advocating for me to be fired.
Instead, he’s working with me to use the mess I’ve gotten myself in to bring an end to this bullshit.
I’m tired. It’s been a long day, and there’s an even longer night coming when we’ll attempt to root out and expose Francis, or whoever our bad guy might be.
All of us are banking on Naz’s gut feeling being correct, but it really does make the most sense.
He has a motive, knows people inside the label headquarters, and from what I understand, is absolutely the type to carry out a vendetta against people he feels have wronged him.
Naz’s voice sing-songs behind me. “Hey Scott… Look what I found.”
I turn to find him standing in the doorway of the guest room, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. He’s dangling a familiar leather harness, the matching dog mask in his other hand.
“Do you remember Halloween?” he asks.
My lips quirk. “How could I forget?”
I purchased the harness, mask, and a few other accessories at kink store in the city last year.
It was originally a bit of a gag gift, but it ended up being pretty fun.
Pet-play definitely appealed to Naz’s humiliation kink.
He almost refused but was too stubborn to safe word out.
But damn if I didn’t enjoy watching him crawl around on all fours.
It’s become a bit of an inside joke between us, about how far we’d be willing to go to show the other how serious we are about something.
The last time we used them was last Halloween, when Naz and Will dressed up and hit the streets. This mask and harness were in one of our bags and made a perfect disguise for my pet.
Naz looks fucking lethal in a harness. Dangerous and sexy in a way that makes me wild and careless. Enough that I almost came in my pants grinding on him in the club that night and ended up letting him hump me in a bathroom stall.
Good fucking times.
“I thought we might… switch things up tonight.”
My eyebrows raise. “Is that so?”
His eyes lock on mine and hold my gaze for a long, silent moment. The prolonged eye contact and the challenge in his dark gaze, has my cock plumping behind the tight material of my borrowed pants.
“Sit.”
He gives the command in a low, clipped tone, enunciating the word in such a way that there’s no possibility of mistaking his intent.
We really are switching things up tonight.
The role reversal makes me jittery with excitement and nerves.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.
There’s no limit to what I’d do at his command.
I drop to my knees without hesitation, as if that one simple word forced my legs to buckle beneath me. I sit back on my heels, watching, waiting for whatever comes next.
Naz closes the distance between us in slow, fluid strides, eyes sparkling with interest. Does he like the way it feels, knowing I’ll do whatever he commands? Most of our private time is spent helping him let go of control. Will he like the role reversal?
He comes to a stop right in front of me, his toes almost touching my knees.
My eyes track over every inch of his body, from the arch of his feet, and up the corded muscles of his legs.
The bulge of his erection has my mouth filling with saliva.
My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow, continuing the journey upwards to his black, dilated eyes.
He looks unreal from this angle, the shadows highlight every cut muscle on his lean form.
Without touching my skin, Naz fingers the frayed edge of the arm of my shirt.
“Take this off,” he says, voice low and melodic.
It’s on the floor almost before he can finish the command.
Naz’s lips twitch. “Eager, are we?”
I bite my lip to hold back any sarcastic remarks.
“You might as well take the rest off then.”
Again, I hurry to comply, stripping off every stitch of clothing in record time before settling back at his feet.
“Good boy.”
My heart thuds, liking the simple praise more than I ever thought I could. But who am I kidding? It’s Naz. A compliment from him, given so freely and without the edge of snark he normally has for me goes right to my head. It’s possible my tongue almost lolls out of my mouth like a panting dog.
Without speaking, Naz helps me into the harness before sliding the leather mask over my face. The mask isn’t my favorite. It wasn’t my favorite when he was the one wearing it, either. I much prefer to look at his pretty face flush with embarrassment or lust.
“Do you know your safe words?” Naz asks, clipping a leash to the harness.
I nod. Naz and I have used the traffic light system since the beginning. It’s simple and effective. “Green,” I confirm confidently.
“Alright then, let’s go,” he says, tugging on the leash. “Heel.”
Taking my place at his side, I crawl along beside him as we take a simple walk around the living room. The hardwood floors are harsh on my knees, but something about the bruises I can feel forming makes the play feel more real. After a few laps around, Naz guides me to sit in front of him again.
“Can you do any tricks?” The question sounds tentative, like he isn’t sure if this is too much. When I had him like this, I mostly stuck to having him crawl around on all fours and tossing a rubber bone for him to fetch a couple times.
To answer, I lift one hand and mimic a paw. Chuckling, Naz takes it in his hand and gives a small shake.
“What about ‘roll over’?”
As silly as I feel, I flop over on my back and show him my belly.
Instead of turning all the way over, I stay on my back, with my knees and arms pulled up.
Naz bends to one knee and puts his hand on my chest, caressing up and down my torso.
He scratches the hair between my belly button and cock, making blood surge to the area.
My cock goes from half interested and lolling over my thigh to chubbed-up and attentive in seconds.
“Like that, do ya, boy?” He laughs.
Honestly, I have to commend Naz for sticking to the bit. I’m not that good an actor. The moment I noticed Naz hard from the bit of fetch we played, I was eager to get to business.
Naz barely pays attention to my erection, continuing to rub and scratch all around it.
Despite the lack of attention where I need it most, my cock jerks and leaks.
The first whine I let out is accidental and sounds more like a groan than anything else, but it makes Naz smile, so I try again.
I let my voice pitch higher, sounding a little closer to how Naz does when he’s close and begging me to let him come.
His eyes flash. “You’re a needy little pup, aren’t you?” Then his gaze falls to my erection. “I can’t even pretend you’re little. You’re not a pup at all. You’re more like a… A guard dog,” he finishes with a grin. “Bark for me and I might rub you a little lower.”
I let out my closest impression of a rottweiler asking for a treat and pant exaggeratedly.
Naz laughs a little, but his hand finally strays to my aching cock.
At the first touch of his fingers wrapping around me, my head falls back.
It takes everything I have not to plant my feet on the ground and thrust into his grip.
Naz leans over me and spits directly on the head of my cock, spreading it down my shaft to mix with the copious amount of precum.
He jerks me with tight, slow strokes that make me feel dizzy.
It doesn’t take much to make me desperate to come.
His strokes are just enough to drive me mad, but not enough to pull me over the edge.
“You know, I think we’re missing something,” he says mischievously. Then he stands. The whine that escapes me this time is a little too real. “Stay.”
I stay exactly as he told me to, panting as I come down from the torture of being kept on the edge like that, while Naz disappears into the guest room. He’s gone long enough that I wonder if he’s testing me.
Finally he returns, and when I realize what he has in his hands, I groan. I’d almost forgotten about the other accessories.
In one hand, Naz is carrying a butt plug with a long, thin, flexible tail attached to it, and has a small bottle lube in his other hand.
“I chose the second to largest size you had hiding in that bag back there. Is that okay?”
Only for him, I let out a little yip of excitement.
That tail is something else. My body heats from a mixture of embarrassment and excitement looking at it.
It drove Naz wild to wear one of these, and it drove me wild to watch.
Every time he moved or shifted, the tail would wag.
The weight and movement kept Naz on edge until I finally pulled it from him to replace it with my cock.
“Heel,” Naz says again. Rolling to my side, I get back up on my hands and knees, settling myself right beside him.
Naz lowers himself again, this time petting across my back and over my ass. Once or twice he lets his fingers skim through the cleft of my ass, making it impossible to relax into his touch. I’m too keyed up, too excited by the prospect of him touching me again.
When Naz’s hand wraps around my hanging cock, I startle.
He shushes me and pets me more while gently stroking me, hand wet with lube.
With his other hand, he squeezes some lube on the top of my crack.
The cold gel drips down my cleft. Naz swipes two fingers through the mess and brings them to my hole, massaging and teasing until I’m pushing back against his fingers with a small whine.
“Shh, that’s a good boy. I’m going to get you nice and ready for your tail. Then you can show me how excited you are to play.”