“Lars,” he gasps quietly when I crook my fingers to graze his prostate.
“Pups don’t talk,” I remind him. “I think as soon as we start putting on your things, that rule needs to apply,” I decide. I drag my fingertips along his pleasure gland again, and this time he only whimpers, his whole-body trembling for me. “I love you, pup.”
The whine he makes sounds like he wants to tell me he loves me too. With a few more kisses to the back of his neck, I ease my fingers out and reach for the plug. With a bit more lube, I make sure it’s nice and slick for him and then ease it inside.
With the tail in place, I grab a tissue out of the box on the table beside the couch to wipe my fingers clean and then pull the hood out of the bag. For as weary as I was of it to begin with, now that we’ve played once, I think the hood may be my favorite part. I always thought the idea of a puppy hood was strange, but there’s something so cute about it on Jonah. Maybe it’s the joy in his eyes once he relaxes with it on. Maybe it’s that I love having a sweet little snout to kiss. Maybe it’s because, now that I’m getting used to it, it’s just so Jonah.
After the hood is on, I grab the final item, the collar. I still need to get a lock and tag for him, and ideas of how and when to present him with it have been dancing in my mind the last few days. I smile to myself as I fasten the collar into place and, just like last time, Jonah—Lucky—shivers with pleasure. This time, I fasten a matching leather leash onto the metal ring of the collar before I straighten up.
“You look like such a good boy, Lucky. Let’s go see what kind of fun we can have,” I encourage, giving the leash a gentle tug to encourage him to follow, and then making sure I walk slow enough so he can keep up as I lead him out to the training area.
“That’s a fine-looking pup you have there,” Vale compliments with a happy glint in his eye when we make it out of the office. He doesn’t seem to be checking Jonah out, but it’s obvious by his expression just how much he loves puppy play himself. I find myself wondering if he has his own pup.
“This is Lucky,” I introduce him just like I would if he were a real dog, and Vale stoops to greet him in the same way.
“Lucky looks like a very good boy,” he comments and Jonah wiggles happily at the praise. “Why don’t we start by practicing some commands and then we can try the obstacle course?”
“What do you think, Lucky?” I ask, and he gives an approving bark.
“Did you bring treats for your pup?” Vale checks and I nod, reaching into my pocket to pull out the baggie of mini marshmallows I brought. “Perfect. Training exercises are a great way to get a pup into puppy space as well as a fun way to get more comfortable with your power dynamic. While you’re gaining confidence, I think you should have a set day of the week when you do training exercises together.”
“I like that idea,” I agree.
It feels a little silly at first as Vale leads us through all the basic commands—sit, stay, roll over—but, after a few minutes, I start to see the puppy side of Jonah come out even more. He becomes playful, not always following commands, instead barking and running in circles or doing the wrong thing like rolling over for a belly rub when I tell him to sit. To my surprise, his silly antics fill my chest with a kind of giddy joy. I can see how this is a fun escape from everyday life for him, but for the first time I’m seeing how it can be for me too.
“Naughty pups don’t get treats,” I warn, trying to stay stern rather than laugh as he takes my shoelace between his teeth and tugs it until my shoe is untied. He stops, looking up at me with a cocked head and finally plops his butt on the floor, his eyes widening in surprise as the tail shifts with the motion.
I take a marshmallow out of the baggie and hold it out. He licks it out of my hand eagerly, and this time, I can’t hold back my laugh at his happy bark. Glancing over at Vale, I see the happiness in his eyes as well as he watches us.
The obstacle course proves even more of a challenge as Jonah constantly skips the portions that seem too difficult and tries to go back to his favorites over and over. By the time we get through it, my face hurts from smiling so much, and it’s obvious Jonah is tired.
“Our session time is nearly up. You two did great. It’s obvious your arrangement won’t be as traditional as some, but I think you’re both finding your roles well.”
“Thank you, Vale. We had a lot of fun, and I definitely have a better idea of what he needs from me going forward.”
“I’m glad to help. If you want another session or have any questions, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”
Chapter 17
Jonah
By the time we get home, I’m still utterly blissed out from our time spent playing tonight. My whole body feels relaxed and floaty…well, except my dick, which has been hard since Lars slipped his finger into me hours ago. Actually, it was hard before that.
“So…about the bondage stuff,” I say once we’ve taken our shoes off and I’ve had the chance to set my bag down.
Lars flashes me a worried look for a moment before seeming to remember that he’s working on his confidence as the dominant partner and smooths his expression.
“Yes?”
“It sounds hot,” I admit.
“Then why don’t you hurry your fine ass into the bedroom so we can try it out?” he suggests in a deep, husky voice that manages to make my cock even harder. “I want you to strip and lube up your cock. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Yes, Master,” I answer breathlessly, nearly tripping over myself in my haste to get to the bedroom and do as he said.
I leave my clothes in a pile on the floor, including my jock that’s now wet with precum, the material somewhat stretched from my prolonged erection straining the fabric. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand, I stretch out on the bed and squirt some into my hand. A groan rumbles in my throat as I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock, my balls pulling tight at the slight contact. Even though we traded handjobs in the shower earlier, I feel like I’ll be able to finish in seconds flat if I let myself.
I curl my toes and bite the inside of my cheek, doing my best to hold back my orgasm as I stroke myself well past the excuse of lubing up.
“Tsk, tsk. That’s a very naughty pup,” Lars scolds from the doorway, his words making my cock spasm in my hand, nearly losing the battle against my orgasm. “Hands over your head,” he commands, and with Herculean effort, I obey.
My cock continues to throb in earnest, bobbing over my stomach, dripping lube and precum into the trail of wiry hair there while Lars goes over to the dresser and opens the top drawer.
“If we like this, we’ll have to get proper supplies. But I think ties should do for now,” he says as he rummages.
When Lars turns around, he has his favorite silky neckties in each hand. My body is rocked with a shiver of anticipation, my erection jerking and spilling even more precum. My muscles burn with the effort to keep my arms over my head and not grab my dick again and stroke myself to completion. My breath sounds harsh in my own ears as Lars approaches with a feral smile and a hungry glint in his eyes.
His fingers are as gentle as ever as he secures each of my wrists to the headboard.
“How’s that? Too tight?” Lars checks.
“No,” I answer, licking my lips and letting my eyes roam over his still fully clothed body. There’s something incredibly erotic about being naked and tied to the bed while he stands over me fully clothed.
He takes a step back, his gaze devouring me as he slips his hand into his pants, stroking himself while he watches me. I squirm under his perusal, my hips jerking and my balls heavy and throbbing for release.
“Fuck, you look sexy like this. I’m trying to decide if I want to ride your cock or jerk off on you and leave you tied up until I’m hard and ready to go again.”
I let out a strangled cry, forgetting for a second that my arms are secured as I try to reach for my dick to stop the desperate pulsing of a near orgasm.
Lars
’ hand continues to work inside his pants, his breath quickening and his cheeks flushing.
“Please,” I whimper, thrusting my hips into the air again fruitlessly.
He tsks again, pulling his hand out of his pants and snatching the bottle of lube off the bed.
I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly removes his clothes, adding them to the pile I made. Then, he turns to face the dresser again, but instead of opening it, he leans over, and I groan at the sight. The snick of the cap and then the squelching sound of lube squirting into his hand makes me squirm again, impatient to feel his tight channel wrapped around my cock.
Lars looks at me over his shoulder, biting his lip as he runs his glistening fingers through his crack and over his hole. He teases for a few seconds—I’m not sure if it’s more of a tease for himself or me—as he circles his entrance, sliding just the tip of his index finger inside and then pulling it back out. I alternate my attention between his lusty expression and the show he’s putting on as he finally gives up teasing and shoves two fingers inside.
He fucks himself on his own hand, groaning with frustration as he tries to get the right angle and fails. My whole body feels like it’s about to burst into flames, my skin and muscles all burning. Even my throat aches with the pleas I’m holding back, knowing if I beg, he’ll only make me wait longer.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out and turns around, relieved breath punching out of my lungs in a whoosh.
When Lars climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips, I nearly sob with relief.
His hand wraps around my cock, holding it straight up. But instead of sinking down onto it, he notches it between his ass cheeks with a wicked look in his eyes.
“God, Lars, you’re fucking killing me,” I complain as he slides up and down with the length of my cock dragging against his pucker.
“When we’re playing, you call me Master, naughty pup,” he chides as his swollen cock drags against my abs, mixing his precum with my own that’s already smeared there. “We’ll have to talk about rules, pup, but from now on, you don’t touch your cock unless I say so.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my erection throbs. “Okay, I promise. Please, Master, please,” I beg as my legs start to shake, the pit of my stomach tightening with an orgasm I may not be able to hold back much longer if he keeps grinding against me.
Lars puts his hands on my chest, working himself faster against my dick, pushing us both close to the edge, and just when I think I won’t be able to hold off another second, he changes the angle and sinks down onto my erection, burying me to the hilt inside him.
The unbelievably tight heat, the way his hole clenches around the base of my cock, and the rhythmic slap of his dick against my stomach is all too much. I tug at my restraints again, instinctively trying to reach for Lars as waves of heat pour over me. I slam my hips up hard and fast, clenching my teeth and curling my toes again. I’m well past the point where I’ll be able to keep from coming if Lars tells me to, so relief washes over me when he rasps out the words Come for me, against my throat before his own body spasms.
I growl and moan as I let loose, filling him with my cum until I can feel it dripping out, back down my cock, his own release coating my stomach and chest, mingling with my sweat.
When he collapses against me, my hands have gone a bit numb from the restraints and my left calf is starting to cramp up, but I can’t be bothered to do anything other than melt into the bed in my boneless state.
“We are definitely doing that again,” he mumbles, and I nod weakly as he climbs off me and unties my hands.
“Yeah,” I sigh in sated agreement.
“Let me get a rag to clean you up, and then we can go to sleep.”
I make a noise of agreement, impressed that he’s able to use his legs right now.
I’m vaguely aware of the feeling of a warm, damp washcloth being used on my stomach and dick, but I’m out cold before Lars even makes it back to bed.
Lars
Jonah’s fast asleep, but I manage to pull him against me, curling around him and burying my nose against the back of his neck. There’s a sense of wholeness in my chest that’s never been there before, and this may be the first time that this isn’t just about Jonah wanting the puppy play and everything that seems to come with it, it’s what I want—no, what I need—too.
When I asked Jonah a couple of weeks ago if he had been unsatisfied with our sex life before, I was terrified for a second to know the answer, mostly because I was afraid if he said yes, I would’ve felt not only humiliated but helpless. As far as I was concerned, our sex life was already as good as it was going to get. Oh, how wrong I was. Not that I was ever unhappy with the way things were before, but this is like nothing I ever imagined. Everything about it feels new and so utterly right.
I stroke my hand down Jonah’s back as he breathes deeply, already lost to sleep.
Vale’s words about needing to trust myself to be in charge in order for Jonah to fully let go and trust me play through my mind again and settle in my chest. It’s not that I need to learn to be dominant, especially with Jonah, but I need to be comfortable enough with it to embrace it. And maybe that doesn’t only apply to our relationship. I’ve been holding back a lot, just on the verge of being completely happy with my life, but afraid to take those final steps to really make it happen—with Jonah, with my career…
I’m done being afraid, and I’m done holding back. Jonah had the courage to ask for what he wanted, and I need to follow his example. Tomorrow is a new day, and things are going to change. I’m going to start being the man Jonah needs me to be, the man I need me to be.
Chapter 18
Jonah
Apparently, it’s a day for emergencies because as soon as I step into the hospital it’s go, go, go—broken bones, lacerations, concussions…it’s the kind of day that both exhilarates and exhausts me.
When I started med school, I’d planned to go into general practice. But, when we started doing rotations and learning more about different paths for our careers to take, I fell in love with emergency. It was a surprise to me, and I think to Lars too. We weren’t together at the time, but even when we were just friends, he naturally took on the dominant role.
In the abstract, I would think working Emergency medicine would be too stressful, too overwhelming for me. But there’s nothing in the world like the rush of adrenaline in that moment when you know someone’s life is hanging in the balance and it’s up to me to act. Not that every day is a life or death situation, thank god for that. Most days are more about stitching up wounds and trying to figure out if someone claiming to have a migraine is drug seeking.
As much as I love what I do, there is one thing I would rather do without…
“That must’ve been some fall down the stairs, hm?” I comment as I stitch up the deep gash on the ten-year-old boy’s cheek as gently as possible. A deep purple bruise is already forming, and I have no doubt his eye will be swollen shut by tomorrow morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy’s father scowl while the kid studiously keeps his mouth shut, giving a half shrug.
“The kid is clumsy,” his father grunts, and I offer an unconvincing smile to hide the fact that I’m biting my tongue so hard I can taste blood.
“Mr. Newman, would you mind stepping out for a moment so I can speak with your son?”
“Hell yes, I mind. He’s a minor, and I have every right to be here.”
“I just need to ask him a few questions,” I insist, doing my best impression of Lars’ commanding tone that seems to come so naturally to him.
The man bristles then fixes his son with what can only be described as a warning look before stalking out of the room.
“Bradley, do you feel safe at home?” I ask once we’re alone. He gives another weak shrug. “Because, if you don’t, there are people I can talk to who can make sure that changes.” Even as I make the declaration, I’m painfully aware of what a crapshoot the system can be. If Bradley’s dad is hurting him, i
t’s not like overnight he’ll just magically get a better family.
“I fell,” he answers again.
“Okay,” I sigh. “If anything ever happens and you don’t feel safe at home, you can talk to your teachers at school, police officers, doctors, any adult really. Do you understand?”
He nods, and I give another smile. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe he really did fall and his dad is just a general dick. I hope like hell I’m wrong, but the heavy feeling doesn’t leave my heart the rest of the day.
Lars
“Something isn’t right,” Mrs. Rundle declares, shaking her head and looking down at her poor dog, panting and whining on the exam table.
“I agree. As I was saying,” I repeat myself for the third time because she’s refusing to hear what I’m telling her. “She needs a C-Section to get the rest of the puppies out before it’s too late.”
“It’s never taken her this long between puppies before,” she says again, and I grit my teeth.
“I understand, which is why we need to do surgery.”
“Oh, do you really think that’s necessary?”
You can’t strangle a client, I remind myself, taking a deep breath and trying for a smile that I’m sure comes out looking more like a snarl.
“I think it’s absolutely necessary for not only Fluffy, but her puppies, that we get her into surgery immediately.”
“Oh,” she repeats. “You don’t think we should wait a little long to see if nature takes its course?”
“No, I think the puppies won’t survive, and it could be very harmful to Fluffy as well.”
“Well, I suppose,” she finally agrees, and I give a mental cheer. Fucking finally. I’ve been going around and around with her for at least half an hour.
“Great. I’ll take her back so my technician can start prepping her for surgery, and I’ll send one of my girls from the front desk in to go over cost of treatment and payment options.”
I scoop up the terrified Bichon and carefully carry her to the back, handing her off to Seb and then sitting down at my computer to quickly throw together a treatment plan estimate. With that done, I begin helping Seb prepare for surgery.
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