Page 5 of Naughty November

“Hmm. Is that so?”

“The leather pup community tends to be on the young side.”

“That’s true,” I said. “Do you only hang out with other guys into the fetish?”

He indicated me. “Clearly not.”

“Ah, but wearehere to indulge it, aren’t we?” I asked. “Where’s your pup gear? Did you bring it?”

“It’s in my backpack behind the bar.”

“Oh. Good.”

“Also, they have some stuff in the space we’re renting.”

“Really,” I said, leaning forward.

“Yes,” Atticus said, grinning with mischief. “It’s stocked with allkindsof things.”

“Pup things?”

“Some. And kitty things. And even some pony things.”

“Oh! What, like saddles?” I asked, not quite sure what that meant.

He shook his head. “Probably not. But there’s a bridle and a hitching post.”

“Jesus,” I said, the very thought sending a jolt to my cock. “But…you’re into the puppy stuff only? Or…”

“I might be persuaded.”

I gazed at him. He gazed at me.

“Well. Isn’t that interesting?” I said, my brain exploding. “We should really get to know each other a bit before we head back there.”

“Sure. Ask me anything,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“Do you like the name Atticus, or do people call you something else?”

“Oh, you mean, like, a nickname?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, my close friends call me Kit. But I like the way my full name sounds in your mouth.”

“So do I.” Although the nickname was as adorable as he was.

He smiled. “What about you?”

I shrugged. “A few people call me Lou. But I’d prefer you to be more formal.”

He grinned. “Of course. Although when I’m in pup space, I won’t be speaking.”

“Oh. I suppose that makes sense.”

He inclined his head.

“You’ll need a safeword, though.”