Page 10 of Naughty November
My name sounded muffled.
I turned and took a step back when I saw him.
“Holy shit,” I said, my cock hardening as I took him in. “You look fucking hot. And cute as hell, too.”
“Thanks,” he said, his pretty eyes staring at me out of a solidly crafted leather pup hood, with green accents around the muzzle and the ears. I’d seen these kinds of pup masks before, but hung on hooks in queer kink shops and in photos online. Never on an actual…pup.
This was different. And it wasn’t only the hood.
Atticus had replaced his jeans with a bright red jock strap and traded his shirt for a black leather chest harness. What looked like skateboard pads covered his knees, and he also wore leather fingerless gloves with cushioning on the palms and knuckles. He had fastened a black leather collar around his neck, with a metal tag hanging from it. His broad, attractive feet were bare. I may have looked at them a bit too long.
“Foot fetish?” he asked.
“Maybe. Turn around,” I said, gulping and feeling the blood rush south as he obeyed.
As Atticus turned, my gaze was drawn to his bare buttocks and a rubber appendage that was attached to something—presumably a plug—buried in his ass. The tail waggled and swayed, keeping time with my pounding heart.
Atticus gave a sudden bark that sounded pretty fucking real, and my cock jerked.
“You like?” he murmured from the hood, glancing at me over his shoulder.
“Yes. I like very much. More than—” I laughed. “More than I thought I would.”
He barked again, keeping his gaze on mine.
“Good boy. Such a good boy,” I said, with a smile that I couldn’t hold back.
Atticus swayed his hips, making his tail wag again. I’d bet it feltgood, the motion of that rubber tail while the base was inside him. My hands itched to touch him.
“I’m going to stop talking, if that’s okay,” he said.
“That’s fine. That’s perfect,” I said, moving close. “I’ll take over.”
I slid my fingers along the leather collar and examined the engraved tag.
“Hmm.Mischief. Are you a good boy, Mischief?” I asked, stroking his throat. “Or are you going to give me trouble?”
He gave a little bark and wagged his tail.
I laughed. This was already so much fun.
“Come,” I said, patting my thigh and moving past him. I headed for the spanking bench. “Oh, and puppies don’t walk on two legs, you know.”
I glanced behind me, pleased to see him drop to his hands and knees.
“Good boy.”
He gave a happy bark and the scuff of his kneepads on the wood surface followed me across the floor.
Any worries I’d had about being turned off by the silliness of a grown man pretending to be a puppy had been banished by how adorable and fucking sexy Atticus looked in his gear. I’d vowed to fully immerse myself in the experience because I was truly curious and open-minded.
I was starting to see what the fuss was about.
“Hmm. Since you’re the first human puppy I’ve ever done a scene with, I need to get a closer look.”
I went over to the spanking bench and easily located the adjustment levers. I’d been around a lot of kink equipment in my life and most of them were built using the same simple mechanisms. Pup Mischief sat on his haunches and waited quietly while I fiddled with it, making a solid flat platform that was decently wide.
I patted the cushioned top.