We move around each other in the kitchen in a familiar way we’ve perfected over the years, each stealing kisses or little touches when we pass each other. Once the coffee is brewing, I sit down at the table and take a picture of my ring to send to Addie and Seb in a group message. Then, I’m not sure why, but I pull up my email as well and start a new one.
Dear Art,
You’ve probably already forgotten all about me with all the messages you get, but I’m so excited I had to tell you…We’re getting married! He asked me this morning, and I’ve never been happier in my life. He also got me a lock for my collar, which I’m sure seems less significant than a proposal, but to me it really meant that he wasn’t only asking me to marry him, he was telling me he accepts and embraces every part of who I am. He’s seriously the best. Thanks for your advice and for all the blogs and articles you’ve written that’ve helped us navigate this new territory.
Sincerely,
One Happy Puppy
Excited messages from both our friends ensue, asking when the wedding will be and how Lars proposed. When Seb promises to plan an epic bachelor party, I roll my eyes but don’t spoil his fun. If he wants to drag us to a strip club, I’m sure we can cope, and at least he and Addie can have some fun.
“Seb wants to plan a bachelor party for us,” I tell Lars, smirking when his expression matches my own thoughts.
“He can plan whatever he wants, the only thing I care about is marrying you next week.”
“Me too,” I agree, feeling happier than anyone has a right to.
“Hey, maybe we should invite Adrian, I bet he and Seb would hit it off.”
“Adrian already has someone,” he points out.
“Yeah, but that guy seemed like an asshole. Adrian can do better.”
Lars sighs. “We can invite him, but let’s not go sticking our noses where they don’t belong. He’s an adult and can choose whoever he wants to be with, regardless of whether the guy is an asshole or not.”
“So, you agree? He was an asshole,” I prompt.
“Obviously, he was an asshole. Now, eat your breakfast,” he says setting my plate down in front of me.
I do my best to focus on the food in front of me rather than what I know is waiting for me after we’re finished eating, but it’s hard (pun very intended). Every time I glance down and catch sight of my engagement ring, a giddy feeling bubbles up in my chest. Lars and I have talked about marriage in the past, but it’s always been sort of vague and nebulous, something neither of us were against but also not something we felt was necessary. We’ve known from the start this wasn’t casual. Hell, we own a home together and a mortgage can be harder to get out of than a marriage in a lot of cases. But with the ring in place and a plan to go to Niagara Falls for a romantic weekend, with the reality of having Lars as my husband so tangible, I can’t believe I was ever indifferent about the idea.
I’m so lost in thoughts that looking down and finding my plate clean is a surprise. On the plus side, my erection went down while I was daydreaming.
Lars picks up my plate and takes it, along with his own, to the dishwasher before turning on me with a promising smirk.
“Bedroom. Naked. Now.”
“It’s so hot when you don’t use complete sentences,” I joke, jumping to my feet and hurrying to the bedroom with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. A cock cage is so…kinky.
Dammit, I’m getting hard again.
I strip out of my boxers and toss them in the direction of the hamper, not caring when they land on the floor instead. I swear, if it wasn’t for Lars picking up our clothes off the floor daily, we wouldn’t even be able to see the floor, it would just be a sea of discarded clothing for us to walk on.
I close my eyes and try to think unsexy thoughts while I wait for Lars. When the floorboards creak, announcing his arrival, I smile and feel myself relax into the bed, not opening my eyes.
I can hear a rustling sound as he moves around the room, and then the metal jangle as he picks up the cock cage. A shiver skates over my skin, goosebumps erupting all over me. The weight of the small lock necklace rests against my chest, a sign of his claim as much as the ring on my finger is. And the cage will be one more way he possesses me. A breathless, impatient sound passes my lips at the thought.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks curiously, the bed dipping with his weight.
“How good it feels to be owned by you,” I whisper, and Lars groans. I open my eyes and look at the beautiful man who holds my heart and soul looming over me with an expression of awe and worship.
“We own each other, JJ,” he replies in a rasp. “We’ve always owned each other.”
I nod and release a happy sigh. “Cage me, Master. Please.”
“I was just trying to warm it in my hands a little first, the metal felt cold when I picked it up,” he explains, shifting closer. “It feels okay now.”
I watch with interest as he puts the contraption around my cock, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. As soon as it’s in place, the weight of it makes me instantly wish I could get hard again.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his eyes fixed on it.
“It feels like it’s going to be a long fucking week,” I laugh.
Tearing his gaze off my dick, he meets my eyes. “Is it uncomfortable?”
“No, I’m just horny already.”
He chuckles and then leans over to kiss me, soft and sweet compared to the decidedly filthy feeling of the cock cage.
“But just think how much fun our wedding night will be,” he says when he pulls back, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, secretly loving everything about this.
Chapter 22
Jonah
Dear Puppy,
I’m so happy to hear everything has worked out for you! It sounds like you have an incredible man in your life. If he has a brother, send him my way ;). I hope you don’t mind, but I’d love to share this whole story on my blog. I know readers will love it. I wish you all the happiness in the world with your soon-to-be husband.
Sincerely,
Art
I respond to the email, letting Art know I’d be happy to let him tell his readers all about our love story. After all, we are major #couplegoals.
“Hey there, Doctor Giddy,” Addie teases.
“You’d be giddy too if you were about to marry the most amazing man to ever walk the face of the Earth.”
“Fair,” she agrees. “And way to rub it in to your poor, single friend.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I joke, earning the finger from her.
She passes me a chart, and luckily it doesn’t look like anything too emotionally taxing. I stand up and take note for the thousandth time in the last two days of the weight of the cage on my cock. I’d have thought I’d be used to it by now, but it seems to be growing more noticeable rather than less. It’s probably the way my balls have started to ache every time I think about it. Five days to go and I’m already wondering if anyone has done medical research into whether you can actually die from blue balls or not.
“You’re coming to the bachelor party tomorrow night, right?” I check.
“Am I going to watch hot men take their clothes off? That would be a yes.”
“Good, you can be in charge of ogling men with Seb while Lars and I drink quietly in the corner and grope each other under the table.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
I head into the exam room after that, and the day rolls on at an easy pace. On my way home, I make a quick stop at Kink Closet. This time, instead of feeling nervous and slightly shameful, I push through the door confidently. It’s amazing how much things can change in a little over a month.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Adrian greets happily as soon as I step inside. “Need help finding anything?”
“It’s going great. I’m actually here to see you.”
“Oh?”
“Lars and I got engaged, an
d it’s really short notice, but we’re getting married next week, so a friend of ours is throwing together an impromptu bachelor party tomorrow night at Cowboys.”
“And you want me to come?” he asks with surprise.
“Well, yeah. I thought we kind of had a friendship thing starting, and it seemed like something you might enjoy. Since Lars and I aren’t going to be able to summon the necessary enthusiasm for it, we figured we should give Seb some people who would.”
“I’d love to come; it sounds like a lot of fun. I have to ask Nathan, but I can let you know?” At the mention of his master, I notice some of the usual sparkle go out of him, replaced by uncertainty and anxiousness.
“Sure, yeah, of course. Is this the kind of thing he’d let you go to? He doesn’t seem like the type…”
“Oh god, no. I won’t tell him where I’m going,” he assures me with a laugh. “I just have to ask if I can go out with friends. Well, first I’m going to ask if he’s planning to work late, and if he is, then I’m home free.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something about that not seeming right, but I suppose I’m new to the lifestyle, so maybe it’s not as unusual or wrong as it seems.
“Okay, well, let me give you my number then you can text me.”
Adrian pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to me to enter my number into.
“By the way, how did the cock cage go over when you gave it to Lars?” he asks when I hand his phone back. My cheeks heat, and I’m sure I’m blushing bright red. “Gotcha,” he laughs, “I’m glad it was a good choice. I’ll text you later, and congratulations on the engagement; Lars seems like a great guy.”
“He’s the best,” I agree.
Lars’ car is already in the driveway when I get home.
As soon as I step into the house, he comes barreling out of the kitchen, shoving me against the front door and kissing me like his life depends on it. I groan into his mouth as he rubs his erection against me, my balls doing that heavy ache thing again, and my cock tries desperately to swell against the warm metal.
He drags his hands over my body and then down between my legs, cupping the cage and moaning into my mouth.
“Drop your pants,” he commands against my lips. Getting my fingers under the waistband of both my pants and underwear, I tug them down to my thighs together. “Do you know what it’s like working all day with an erection? I couldn’t stop thinking about you caged for me, and it drove me crazy.”
He trails a finger over the cage, and I shiver when he touches the skin of my dick, pressing through as it tries valiantly to get hard.
“Lars,” I gasp.
“What does it feel like?” he asks, his gaze still fixed on it.
“My balls hurt a little, but not in a bad way, but like I can’t stop thinking about how good it’ll feel to come.”
He groans, yanking his pants open and pulling his own erection out and wraps his fist around it.
“I’m not sure when I became so possessive, but it’s so fucking hot to know you’re all locked up just for me,” he pants as he jerks himself roughly. I’m so surprised and turned on, all I can do is watch with wide eyes as he gets himself off.
His cock swells in his grasp, flushed and leaking strands of precum onto his fist, so each tug sounds more wet, dirtier and more incredible.
“Tell me you’re mine, pup,” he grits out through his teeth.
“God, I’m yours, Lars. I’m all yours.”
He lets out a strangled cry, cum shooting out of his slit and landing in my mess of pubes and on the cage, as well as all over my thighs.
He sways toward me, his hand slowing as a few final drops dribble over his fingers. I catch him, my body thrumming as if I was the one who just came that hard.
“That was so fucking hot,” I say, and Lars nods in agreement, a sated smile spreading over his lips.
“I feel like some kind of crazy, possessive beast.”
“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” I laugh, pulling off my shirt and using it to mop up his release, and then hand it to him to clean his hand off. “Let me get changed and then we can sit down for dinner together.”
I head to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into my comfortable home clothes—track pants and a t-shirt—and then meet Lars back in the kitchen for dinner.
Lars sets a plate of chicken and vegetables in front of me before sitting down with his own.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he says after our first few silent bites.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while actually, but there’s always been some excuse as to why I shouldn’t mention it or why I should forget about it.”
“Tell me,” I insist, reaching out to put my hand on his, my heart beating fast at the cryptic start of this conversation.
“It’s nothing bad,” he assures me. “I’ve been thinking a lot about getting out of day practice and specializing.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of my lungs. “Of course you should do that if you want to. What were you thinking of specializing in? What do you have to do to make it happen?”
“Surgery,” he tells me and then goes on to explain about a residency and how he’d have to basically go without getting paid for a few years. “After I get the title of surgical specialist, I’ll make at least three times more than I’m making now. But it still means going about three years living only on your income.”
I smile at him and shake my head. “You do realize that we make way more right now than we need. Sure, our student loans are high, but other than that and the house, we don’t have any major spending obligations. Our savings account plus my income will be plenty to sustain us while you do this.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I assure him. “If this makes you happy, you should do it.”
Lars’ smile gets even bigger, and I can’t resist leaning forward to steal a kiss.
“Thank you, JJ. This means so much to me,” he breathes against my lips. “After we’re married, I’ll get the ball rolling on this.”
“Good. I’m glad you told me. I want you to always be happy.”
“Back at you,” he agrees. “How about some puppy cuddle time after dinner?”
“I love that idea.”
“I love you,” Lars counters.
“Love you more.”
“Impossible.”
Chapter 23
Lars
“How long do you think we have to stay?” Jonah whispers as we slide into a booth as far away from the stage as possible.
“It depends on how fast Seb gets drunk.”
As I say it, Seb waves over a server and orders a round of shots as well as some mixed drink I’ve never heard of. Jonah and I exchange knowing looks and try not to laugh.
Adrian walks in before the drinks are delivered, and Jonah waves him over. He bounces over happily, dressed for a night out in a pair of tight pants, a glittery tank top, as well as some glitter on his cheeks that I can see when he gets closer, and his pink collar with the lock and tag on the ring.
“Hey guys, thanks for inviting me.”
“We’re glad you could come. Seb, Addie, this is Adrian.”
“Hi, Adrian,” Seb eyes him suspiciously, and I remember belatedly that I mentioned Adrian when I thought Jonah was cheating on me.
“Have a seat,” Jonah pats the empty spot on his other side. “Drinks are on their way.”
“Awesome, I can only have one drink though because if I go home drunk, I’ll have some explaining to do,” he says with a laugh so hollow it has to be forced, the humor not reaching his eyes.
Once the drinks arrive, Seb passes a shot glass to each of us and raises his in a toast.
“Since you two assholes are eloping, I am appointing myself your best man for the purposes of this bachelor party. Which means I’m obligated to give a toast. I’ve known the two of you for five years
, and in that time, you’ve basically ruined relationships for me because it’s obvious no man I meet will ever live up to the standard the two of you have set.” A laugh goes around the table. “But I’m so happy the two of you found the kind of love the rest of us have to settle for dreaming about. Congratulations and here’s to many, many happy years.”
Everyone else raises their glasses and echo his sentiment, touching our shots to each other before downing them.
“Thank you, Seb. One day you’ll find a man worthy of you, I promise.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “In the meantime, some of these strippers are looking really good. I wonder how many I can convince to go home with me.”
Taking the question as rhetorical, we all just laugh and shake our heads. I reach for another shot and pass one to Jonah as well. It is our bachelor party after all; we might as well get hammered.
“That collar is so cute. Does the lock mean something?” Addie asks Adrian with a polite smile.
He reaches for his collar, touching the lock, that unconvincing smile on his lips again. Something twists in my stomach, and I wonder if Nathan is more than just an asshole. Could there be something worse going on between the two of them?
“I’m a puppy,” Adrian explains. “And the lock means I have a Master.”
“A puppy?” Seb repeats. “As in puppy play?”
“Yup.”
Seb narrows his eyes and darts a glance between Adrian and Jonah. “How do you know Jonah again?”
Shit.
“Uh,” Adrian looks at Jonah helplessly, and Jonah blushes so hard it’s obvious even in the dim light of the club.
“Oh my god, that’s too perfect, a veterinarian who’s into puppy play,” Seb declares with a laugh, having no trouble putting the pieces together.
“Wait, what?” Addie asks, leaning forward and looking between me and Jonah.
“This idiot thought Jonah was cheating on him, and it turned out he just had a secret kink he was afraid to tell Lars about. He wouldn’t tell me what the kink was, but apparently it’s puppy play.”
“Oh, I just read about that on my brother’s blog. Holy shit, Jonah, are you the lost puppy who wrote in for advice?”
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