Chapter 2

Wynn

Oops, Skyler might've tattled on me…but I'd gotten a leash and a temporary Handler that knew he was a Handler out of it.

So maybe I wasn't too upset?

I'd have been more worked up if Boone had done more than rolled his eyes about the whole thing, but so far, he didn't seem freaked out or angry.

At some point I'd have to apologize for making him a Dom without his permission, though.

Ugh.

Skyler was the tattletale, not Boone.

Boone was never supposed to know. I hadn't been planning on humping his leg or doing anything sexual. I hadn't even bought myself a leash even though I knew the outfit needed one.

Hell, I was completely clothed and in a vanilla puppy costume.

Yes, I had very little to actually apologize about…but I wasn't going to be a pain in the ass and make anything difficult.

I wasn't sure how to go about that but not complaining anymore or reminding him that Skyler liked fucking with me seemed to be a good place to start.

Unfortunately, Boone didn't see it quite that way.

Before I could even look around the packed café, he turned and faced toward me, bringing his hand up to cup my chin.

Hottest fucking thing ever.

When my eyes were focused on his, he stepped closer and pinned me to the wall by the door, giving me the feeling of being fabulously trapped. "If he touches anywhere else on your body, it will not end well for anyone. Got it?"

Wow.

Words.

Had to word.

"Yes, Sir." Oh fuck. I'd Sirred him.

"Good boy, pup." Nothing in his eyes said he thought that was weird, which just made it even more erotic…and kind of weird, honestly. "I'm the only one who tugs on your leash as well. Is that clear?"

I managed to nod, but he'd given the leash a tug and it'd fried my brain.

"That'll do for now." He'd accepted the nod but it didn't seem to be time to move away from me. "If you're my pup, you're mine for the night. Don't even think about flirting with a single Dom or wagging your tail for anyone else."

How had I not imagined how possessive he would be as my Dom?

I probably shouldn't have been fantasizing about him at all, but since I had, I should've at least been accurate.

"Yes, Sir." Swallowing hard, I licked my lips. "No flirting. Your pup. No wagging for anyone else."

For the night?

I wasn't sure what that meant but asking seemed stupid.

I'd take what I could get and I'd be turned on and grateful for it.

"Good boy, pup." His free hand came up to pet my head and something about the slow way he stroked it felt so much different than Skyler's happy pets. "We have just a few more things to get out of the way."

I wasn't sure if that was going to be good or bad since I'd kind of backed him into a corner, but I nodded anyway. "Yes, Sir."

I'd deserve it if he got pissed and it all went sideways.

"You will be getting punished when we get home. Period. It can be a spanking or you can pick writing lines and standing in the corner. But I will make an impact on you." He paused while I moaned and processed the sexy threat enough to actually respond.

"Yes, Sir." God. He was going to spank me. "I…I don't want to write lines."

He huffed, drawing out the silence until I shivered. "That doesn't surprise me."

Yeah, after the conversation at the door, I'd have been shocked if it had. Before I could admit that, though, he continued his sexy domination. "If you continue being this turned on, I will make you orgasm. I decided I'm your Handler for the night so that comes with all the rights and responsibilities. Do you consent?"

My brain started doing that blue circle of death thing my computer had last year and it took me way too long to get it to do anything else…like think.

Luckily, Boone didn't panic, he just looked down between us and raised one eyebrow. "I'm going to need a verbal answer, but I'll be patient because the nonverbal cues are very good indicators of what you're going to say."

I was hard.

I couldn't help it…but I should've worn tighter underwear.

Boone's comment probably should've killed me because of embarrassment, but it mostly just jogged my brain loose. "Yes, Sir. I…I understand."

Well, it was more than just agreeing with him, so I felt good about that, but Boone's gaze came back up to mine and he just studied me for several long moments. "You and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow, but for tonight, if you're a good pup, I'll reward you."

The threat-praise combination was doing amazing things to me and I could feel myself getting stupider by the second.

"I… Good pups should get rewards." Yes. That was just how it worked, so I couldn't be held responsible for anything that happened.

"That's right." Boone seemed to think we'd talked about the situation enough because he gave the leash a tug as his thumb caressed my cheek.

The mix chased the last drops of blood from my brain and killed the few remaining cells that had been trying to function. I couldn't have held back my moan even if I'd wanted to, but he didn't mind. He smiled and tugged on the leash again. "Such a wicked pup."

Did he like that?

The smile said he liked that.

He'd even done it again…and he was still holding the leash tight.

There were too many things whirling around in my head for me to figure out an actual response that made sense, but Boone didn't seem to need words anymore. "You removing the leash directly from my hands will let me know you need to stop the scene. Saying yellow or red will also pause or stop the scene. Is that clear?"

Safewords.

"You gave me safewords." Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have moaned that out?

Boone just blinked and that sexy smirk came out again. "That's right. Such a smart pup."

He was really going to let me be his pup…for the night?

For longer?

All I could do was whine which seemed to please him even more and he rubbed my head. "You're going to look so good on your knees, pup."

Type A people just seemed to succeed at everything.

I got out a whimper that seemed to be enough words for him because he smiled and rubbed my head. "Yes, I thought you'd like that visual."

He knew me way too well.

"Come on, pup." Stepping back, he studied me for a second before nodding to himself. "Upright until we get over to the padded part of the room. Then on all fours."

He wanted me on my knees for him.

My dick was never going to go down…I definitely should've worn more practical underwear…and maybe a cup.

Shit.

Made myself even harder.

He was either psychic or just knew me really well because Boone chuckled and his eyes sparkled with something wicked I didn't usually see on his face. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Damn Skyler.

It was all his fault I'd lost my common sense and my self-control.

Boone wasn't helping either, though.

He kept tugging on my leash and giving me looks. Every time I had enough brain cells to start wondering what the fuck I'd done, he'd smile or look down at my dick. Yep, this was his fault too, and I was starting to think I didn't have as much to apologize for as I'd thought.

Shaking his head, Boone stepped back, still holding tight to the leash Skyler had given me. "You stay with me. You may look around the room, but if you get too distracted, you'll go on all fours right away."

I didn't see the problem with that threat until that eyebrow went up again. "You'll miss entirely too much of the room that way, especially if I have you facing the wall."

Fuck.

"I'll pay attention…Sir?" I still wasn't sure on that part, but he nodded without looking stressed or worried. "Sir. I'll be a good pup."

Oh, that was kind of weird but not bad weird.

I tried to hide it so I wouldn't give Boone any more to think about than I already had, but he chuckled. "Your shivers and the way you keep tugging at your costume already made it clear how much you like that. So don't think you're fooling anyone."

Shoot.

"I…I didn't know how much I'd like it." Dropping my voice soft as I stepped closer, I didn't let myself look at anyone yet. "I was curious."

Very curious.

"You get yourself into the most interesting predicaments." Boone cocked his head, studying me again. "Probably because you are in desperate need of a Dom."

Um, yeah, I couldn't argue with that take on the situation…especially with everything I'd done…well, everything that wasn't Skyler's fault.

"This is your only warning that things are going to change." His expression didn't change but my heart started going a thousand miles an hour. "I'm going to stop telling myself not to boss you around for starters."

Yay.

Oh, probably not the right response yet.

"Yes, Sir. We'll…we'll talk." Especially about the whole orgasms and rules thing. "I'll remember the safewords and I'll be a good pup."

I'd probably end up being a pain-in-the-ass sub, but I was pretty sure I could be a good pup.

"We'll see about that last part." His doubtful expression made me want to pout, but my brain kept going back to that whole "he'll make me orgasm" part.

So I didn't pout.

Just in case.

"Alright, walk close to me." Possession filled his gaze as it raked down my body. "And remember, you're my pup. No flirting with anyone else."

Wow.

"Yes, Sir." I'd always known he was hot. We'd never actually dated but it'd been hard to miss how sexy he was, but damn, adding in kind of frustrated and possibly aroused and he jumped to a whole new level.

Nodding again, Boone turned and studied the room. It gave me permission to finally look too and I was amazed that we weren't the center of attention. Sure, a few people were watching us curiously but most people were lost in their own world.

I probably should've given them a bit more privacy but it was impossible. They were all…they were all Doms and subs and pups and littles and so many of them were nearly naked.

Halloween was awesome but I'd never seen so many fun naked-ish costumes.

For a moment it made me wish that I'd talked Boone into something more erotic for his costume, but that thought vanished as soon as it popped into my head. He was my Handler. There was nothing sexier than that and I wasn't sure I wanted anyone else to see him even shirtless.

Now me, I'd get naked if he let me, but I'd just never had the opportunity to do anything like that. My life had always been one stupid relationship or bad decision after another, and unfortunately, none of them had ever led me to BDSM or naked things.

More bad decisions should really end up with people getting naked.

Oh, cookies.

Being a pup was magic, all it took was a whine and he paused to get me snacks. I even got pets and a tug on my leash when I stayed close and wasn't a pain in the ass. "Good pup."

Thinking wasn't my strong suit most of the time, but I really wasn't processing much when I inched closer and pressed against his side so I could rub my face against his shoulder. It should've felt weird once I realized what I was doing, but Boone just leaned his head over and nuzzled against me as he put another cookie on the plate. "Good cuddles, pup."

Oh, I was going to get cuddles and orgasms?

I could snuggle whenever I wanted to?

And I got cookies?

Oh, another pup.

A nearly naked pup.

I was still paying attention to Boone, but I had to admit that the pup with the harness and inside tail looked very happy. Boone noticed the couple I was looking at, but he surprised me by turning back to me and scanning his eyes down my costume. "I know I'm supposed to like that one more, but I think you're cute like this and I like that no one else can see how happy you are."

Yeah, it didn't take an inside tail to make me want to wag.

He must've liked whatever he saw on my face because he chuckled again and gave the leash a tug before leading us back through the coffee shop. Weaving our way through the crowd of witches and superheroes and naughty maids of every type gave me a chance to really see who was there.

It was amazing to see people I'd run into a thousand times finally being themselves. The guy who really liked big cups of black coffee was there with the cookie guy kneeling at his feet. A few of the people I saw on a regular basis who liked really sweet drinks were littles.

They were all so much fun to see that as we got to the area with the padded floor, I didn't even realize I was getting down onto all fours until it was done and Boone made a pleased sound. "Good boy, pup. You're going to earn your reward later."

My orgasm reward?

Was there another one?

Thank fuck pups weren't supposed to talk…or I'd have asked…and in Boone's current state of mind, he'd answer.

That was either scary or erotic or both.

Probably both.