Page 17 of Naughty November

We were only ten minutes away from the end of our session.

He started to shake, and I realized he was laughing silently.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, grinning as he raised his head and gave a realistic howl.

I held onto the condom and pulled out, slipping the thing off and tying it. Then I took a moment to enjoy the sight of a freshly fucked man recovering from a fierce ravishing.

“All right, all right. Forget it,” I said, giving him a slap on the ass. “You were a pretty good pup, I suppose.”

He gave me a skeptical look out of the pup mask and I had to laugh.

“Fine. You were wonderful. But you owe me one.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his pup hood, then drew it off. His curls were matted with perspiration and his skin glowed.

“Holy shit, Luther. You’re a fucking boss.”

I winked. “Thanks. That was fun.”

“So much fun,” he said, wiping his forehead.

He looked down at the leather hood in his hands, then glanced back up at me.

“I don’t suppose you’d?—”

“I’d love to.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Sure I do. You were going to say, Luther, I want to get together again so you can punish me for coming without permission.”

He laughed, a lighthearted, joyful sound. “Okay, fine. That was exactly what I was going to say.”

“Excellent. Because I’d love to see you again.” I sat down besidehim, immensely charmed and unexpectedly emotional. “Want to see if this space is available next Saturday? Same time, same station?”

“Absolutely. You sure, though?”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Not many of my hookups ask for a repeat.”

I cocked my head. “That’s so strange. I thought I’d have to beat them off with a stick.”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Not everyone is into pet play. I was worried you wouldn’t get it.”

“Honestly? I wasn’t sure how I’d like it. Never expected to fucking love it.”

“Did you really?”

“Yes.”

His eyes widened, and he put a hand to his chest. “Oh my goodness. Be still my beating heart.”

I laughed. “Not all my hookups are this much fun. I don’t see why we can’t get together again.”

“Let’s talk to Sebastian about reserving the room.”

“That hitching post is calling to me. Would you be up to try some pony play?”