Page 12 of Naughty November
He shuddered and made a soft sound as I moved behind him.
The rubber tail was about a foot long, and it curved adorably over his lower back, so any movement he made caused it to tremble and sway. I’m sure he felt the vibration deep inside as I stroked my fingers along it.
“What a nice tail you have, Mischief. So long and shapely. How big is the part that’s inside you, I wonder?”
Atticus cursed under his breath but covered it up with a canine whine. I grinned.
I trailed my fingers along the length of the tail to the thicker base and grasped it, giving it a little shake.
Atticus moaned and panted.Perfect.
I tugged, and Atticus whimpered. I shoved it deeper, and he groaned.
“Arch your back. I’m going to pull it out. I want to see it.”
Atticus’ breaths were hard and fast now, and I tugged on the tail again, easing the hard and wet rubber out of him as he trembled and sighed.
As it slid out, Atticus uttered a delicious moan. I hefted the sizeable plug, the weight a surprise. I jiggled the tail, making the rubber sway and snap back and forth.
“Oh fuck, yes. That must feel pretty good inside you, hmm?” I murmured, pressing the plug against his hole and pushing it back in without a problem. “Nothing like a sub with a receptive bottom. My favorite fucking thing.”
Atticus yelped as I lodged the plug firmly in his ass and smacked him on the bottom.
“Wag that tail for me, puppy,” I commanded.
Mischief waggled his ass and the rubber tail moved with it.
“Down on your elbows,” I ordered, pleased when he obeyed without question.
Now he was on the bench with his beautiful, plump ass in the air, that ridiculous tail arching upward.
“Keep wagging. Don’t stop until I say.”
He wiggled his ass back and forth and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
“So cute. So obedient. You’re really not mischievous at all, are you?” I said, huffing a laugh.
Atticus gave a sharp bark, as if he were offended by my assertion.
“Hmm. We’ll see. Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with being a very good boy, is there?”
I slapped his pretty behind again.
“You can stop the tail. Down on the floor, my good puppy. Now.”
Atticus obediently got off the bench and went to his knees. Then he dropped to his side and rolled over, gazing at me upside down out of his pup hood, his hands drawn up and his knees bent. His tongue lolled out, and he panted with excitement, his eyes bright and eager.
It might have been the most adorable and sexy thing I’d ever seen.
It was obviously a submissive position, and I appreciated his dedication to, and enjoyment of, my dominance. It also gave me an idea.
“Hmm. Can I fit my fat cock into that muzzle?”
Atticus’ whole body jerked. He let out a happy bark and nodded his head with vigor.
“Excellent. Up you get. On your knees.”
Immediately, Atticus—Mischief—righted himself and reared up before me, his leather muzzle at the perfect height for what I wanted.