Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Leaning over, I kissed his head and roughly massaged his back. “Let’s try this again.”
Without the attitude that time.
Holding up the ball so he knew more playtime was coming, I kept my voice even but firm. “Speak.”
He wanted the ball and the attention more than he wanted to be in charge, so he barked and wagged, his eyes glued to the toy.
“Good speak, pup.” Giving him another cuddle, I threw the ball and gave the order. “Go get it.”
And he was off.
Cuddle.
Throw.
Order.
We repeated the pattern over and over until he’d gotten a good workout and was mentally ready for never-ending cuddles and just rested his head on my lap after bringing the ball back.
“Good job, pup.” Setting it down beside us, I focused on rubbing my hands over his back and head, giving him hugs and trying to decide how I felt about a covered pup.
It was kind of weird.
I knew the bike shorts were necessary to protect his skin from the harness that held the tail but I was used to being able to touch him when I ran my hands over him. Just feeling the fabric from his thighs to his neck where the matching shirt was covering him was strange.
“Yes, lots of cuddles for a good pup.” A very good pup who’d found his headspace quickly and hadn’t been embarrassed even when I’d been getting him dressed. “You were so fast.”
He’d gotten some fabulous exercise as he’d run around, so I wasn’t surprised when he closed his eyes and pressed closer, now half on my lap. It was clearly a demand for more attention, but when I got distracted thinking about getting him ready and didn’t go fast enough, he whined. “Needy pup.”
Chuckling, I kissed his head and went back to making long sweeping pets over his back and down his legs. “Playing with you is so much fun but I love cuddling my sweet pup too.”
Yeah, this was just as good as watching him run around or letting him hump my hand. “My sweet pup.”
I knew my association with pup time being active playtime was probably because that was what I’d always seen during the shoots, but I knew I’d have to figure out other ways for us to explore pup time together.
I couldn’t always wear him out even though it was good exercise and there were times he just needed to get his wiggles out.
“Such a handsome pup.” His whine and the way he tried to hide under my arm made me laugh. “No, you are a handsome pup. You’ve got a cute tail and you look so good. You’d be the best pup at the photo shoots.”
I hadn’t really thought about that in a serious sense, but when he went still, I knew part of him was really thinking about it. “You’d have fun playing and I can just imagine Eli telling everyone how cute you are.”
That got a low, embarrassed whine, but he didn’t deny it or escape his pup headspace. “And your pup friend would be running around and barking. I bet he’d be jumping on you and wiggling.”
And he’d probably still be nearly naked and very happy pup.
Ender had realized that too because he nudged against me in a questioning way. “What do I think about that?”
A low bark said I was on the right track.
“I think you’d be cute.” Going back to petting him again, I made long sweeps over his body and made sure all he could feel in my touch was confidence. “I know I didn’t like the art modeling before but that wasn’t because you were naked.”
His huff said he didn’t agree with me there.
“I’m serious. I think it was about a lack of control.” I’d done some thinking since we’d first started exploring his pup side and my conclusions had surprised me a bit. “I wasn’t the one calling the shots and I wasn’t there to keep you safe.”
He made a low sound, quiet encouragement to keep going, so I shrugged. “I don’t think I would’ve had an issue even if it’d been a dozen gay men drawing you as long as I was there to keep an eye on things. I just hadn’t understood what that meant back then.”
Ender made a quiet laugh and huffed.
“Hey, I didn’t know what being a Dom looked like at that point. My only exposure to that kind of stuff had been porn.” It wasn’t until I’d started doing research for writing assignments that I’d realized there was more to that world than I’d understood.
“You were in the same boat.” Hell, he’d still been playing the am I gay or bi game with himself. “It’s just taken me a while to figure out why it made me slightly frustrated.”
Ender’s bark was obviously laughter but I ignored it. “Good speak, pup.”
Yep, not giving him a reward for being a pain in the ass.