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Leif…Leif wouldn’t lie about that…he thought I was handsome.
My hood was very nice.
He’d said I’d be the cutest pup there.
“That’s right.” Master’s tone got even more excited as another wiggle went through me. “You’re such a cute pup…and such a good one too. I can’t wait to throw the ball for you and give you lots of pets.”
Master kissed the top of my head and gave me a tight, rough hug. “So cute. Alright, almost done. Then you’re going to be able to wag your tail for me. I can’t wait to see how much you like your tail, pup.”
Oh.
How had I forgotten about my tail?
Chapter 12
Leif
Pup Ender was throwing out mixed signals left and right. I’d have been worried but there was nothing that looked or sounded like a safeword. No red or yellow. No bell. He was staying suspiciously far away from the bell, too.
It looked like all I could do was give him support and praise and let him know I was right there with him. I wasn’t sure I liked that plan, but my only other option would’ve been to stop the scene. We weren’t at that point, though.
Being nervous or even afraid wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
I didn’t like how it felt to see him so nervous, but this was a big step for Ender and his emotions were logical.
Reminding myself that I couldn’t protect him from his own desires, I did my best to sound relaxed and happy as I picked up the tail and trailed it over his legs and up his back. “You’re going to look so good, pup.”
He jumped at the first touch, but it didn’t take him long to start relaxing. He didn’t make a show to beg for his tail, but he didn’t run from it and the tension in his body started to ease. That was my big goal because I wasn’t going to hurt him no matter how much he wanted the tail.
“I can’t wait to see you wagging.” I wasn’t sure what to say to fix his worries, so I mostly rambled as I thought about how he would look. “I might be a naughty Handler but I can’t wait to throw the ball for you and see how happy I can make my pup when you run.”
That finally got a little wiggle out of him and he turned and dropped his head to hide his face against my thigh. Chuckling, I reached under him and stroked his half-hard cock. “Yes, you’re going to be so happy as you run around for me. You’re going to be my good pup, aren’t you?”
That got me a whine and the sound seemed to be mixed with more desire than worry, so I was hoping I was moving us in the right direction. “My good pup is going to chase the ball and come beg for pets and cuddles. He’s going to try to play and if he gets happy, well, that means he’s going to get lots of special rubs.”
Was that the right way to insinuate he’d get an orgasm?
I should’ve asked more questions about what words he’d like, but I wasn’t sure he could get through that discussion without him ending up under the couch…a blanket fort wouldn’t cut it at some point.
Keeping up the soft caresses to his cock, I nuzzled against his neck. “My happy pup can beg for special rubs or he can hump his Master’s hand or he can wag and wag until he gets happy from that.”
From everything he’d said and insinuated over the years, I was pretty sure he could get an orgasm from prostate stimulation and anal play without any attention to his cock. But again, asking that wasn’t as easy as I’d have liked it to have been.
“I can’t wait to see my very happy pup.” It seemed like we were at the most relaxed I could hope for, so I kept up the light touch to his cock and set down the plug for the moment.
He was so distracted, probably by my hand and his own thoughts, that he didn’t notice me getting out the lube until I had one slicked finger teasing around his tight ring. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to moan or whine, so it came out as a mix of both.
“Just relax, sweet pup. I’m going to take good care of you.” Making slow circles around his opening, I didn’t have to wait long for his body to relax again and my finger to slip in.
Yes, my needy bottom pup knew what he liked.
His groan and the way he hid his face harder against me said he was just embarrassed by it. But his body wasn’t fighting me, so I was much more confident.
“Oh, good boy, pup. I’m so proud of you.” He liked making me happy, but I was still getting crazy mixed signals as he bounced between all the emotions flooding through him. “Such a good pup. Yes, let me hear how good it feels. Remember, I like your sounds, pup.”
Did he need to know more about how I was feeling?
Had I been direct enough?
