Page 11 of Naughty November

“Up.”

I stepped back and watched as Atticus carefully climbed onto the bench.

“What a good boy you are,” I said, stepping forward and giving him a rub on the shoulder as he positioned himself on all fours.

“Hmm.” I moved around to stand in front of him and bent down so I could look into his pretty eyes. “Nice and clear. Let’s see your tongue.”

Atticus’ eyes got a bit glazed as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out through the leather muzzle, so I figured I was doing this right. He’d said that he enjoyed objectification and humiliation. Well, so did I.

“Mmm. Very nice,” I said, taking the tip of his tongue between my fingers and using two from my other hand to rub gently in the centre. When I released him, Atticus closed his mouth and looked at me with stars in his eyes as I ran my hand over his shoulder and down his muscled arm. I did the same on his other side.

“What a gorgeous specimen you are. I’ll have to speak to the breeder. You’ve got very nice lines, Mischief. You must have an excellent pedigree.”

Yeah, I was getting into this. I’d had pretend slaves on the auction block a few times and this reminded me of that.

I ran my hand down his side, over the strap of his chest harness and past his hip where the red cotton jockstrap contained him. He groaned as I smoothed my hand over the bare skin of his ass and played my fingers along the bottom of the rubber tail.

“I love this so much,” I said. “Very sexy.”

Atticus waggled his rump and the rubber tail started moving again. He gave a little bark of excitement.

“Mm hm. What a good doggy.”

He made a whining sound that very closely mimicked the noise a dog would make, and I smiled. Fuck, he was amazing.

“Very good muscle tone,” I said, running my hand over his back and under his chest and abdomen.

He was a work of art at this age, same as I’d been. Now I was a little softer, although I still worked out a couple of times a week to stay in shape.

I’d accustomed myself to being thought of as a ‘Daddy’. I was a top—mostly—and a Dom, so it wasn’t much of a stretch. Getting older wasn’t ideal but it was better than the alternative.

I ran my hand along his neck, prodding and stroking. I was getting a feel for him and also causing his heart to race and his flesh to goose pebble. He’d expressed an interest in tease and denial.

That was my fucking specialty.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than getting my sub to a place where all they could focus on was trying not to come. I prided myself on knowing just how far I could go, and how to train them to hold off, no matter how much they wanted to climax or believed that they couldn’t maintain control.

Atticus was an experienced kinkster, so I expected him to have some skill. Still, you never knew until you had someone under your hand what kind of stamina they possessed. Which was incredibly exciting—finding out where a man’s weaknesses lay. Not exploiting those vulnerabilities per se, but using them to drive the person absolutely mad with desire, until they were begging and pleading for permission.

I wasn’t religious in any way, but bringing a man to a euphoric state of arousal and release felt like a spiritual undertaking.

And Atticus, with the leather pup hood on and the rubber tail wagging in the air, was intensely arousing to me. He was everything I liked, wrapped up in a scintillating new way.

I was totally into him.

My puppy, my Mischief. Only for tonight, but that was okay. I’d take this experience and open up my mind to meeting more leather pups, and that would only enhance my life.

“Oh, what a good boy, Mischief. What a good puppy,” I said, running my hand over the bulge in his red jock.

He was hard, and the fabric was wet where he’d leaked pre-ejaculate. He made a low growl in his throat and turned his head, meeting my gaze with one of surprised adoration. I was making an impression on him, too.

I winked, and he gave a little grunt, pushing his erection into my hand.

“Not yet, puppy. We’ve got a long way to go, I’m afraid,” I said, reaching past his balls and tapping the base of his tail.

He whined and then sighed. He shook his head and faced forward again.

“Good boy. I need to check out this fucking tail.”