Chapter 2

TWO

Pot lights switched on and gave a soft glow to the room. Atticus flipped a switch and a collection of antique-looking sconces turned on, illuminating the rest of the space.

"Shit. It's huge."

I met Atticus' gaze, and he smiled and blushed adorably.

The door clicked shut behind us. I didn't know what to look at. My eyes were drawn to multiple items. The space was arranged in discernible sections, the first being the recreation of a Victorian parlor, with a red rug, an antique settee, and a vanity with a mirror and stool. A rack of clothes separated it from another space that seemed to recreate a school classroom, with a blackboard, teacher's desk and an antique student's desk.

"Holy fuck," I said.

"I know, right?" Atticus said, walking past the first two spaces and further into the room. He brandished his arm to a padded spanking bench.

"My favourite," he said. "But there are so many possibilities."

He gestured towards an expansive platform bed against the wall with a crosshatched metal grate above it, then some other vintage pieces of wooden bondage furniture. There was a St. Andrew's cross on the wall between the classroom area and the bed.

"Oh, here's the hitching post I told you about," Atticus said, beckoning me over.

It was basically a wooden board with a metal ring in it, attached to the wall near the bondage furniture. The words "Hitching Post" were painted on it, and underneath someone had scrawled "For naughty ponies" in permanent chalk.

I swallowed, gazing at Atticus. "Are you a naughty pony, Atticus?"

He shrugged and drew his tongue across his top lip. "I could be. Maybe."

"Hmm," I said, the excitement of seeing all of this kink furniture going to my head. "I want to see you in the gear you brought."

"Sure. Why don't you have a closer look at everything while I go change," Atticus said, heading to a space between the stocks and what looked like an actual Berkley Horse, if I wasn't mistaken. I'd have to have a closer look at that.

For now, I gave Atticus space to change and walked back to the Victorian parlor setup, which was the least interesting thing I'd seen so far, but lovely in its historical flavor.

The settee itself was beautiful—upholstered in velvet, and quite a sizeable piece of furniture. There was enough space for two men to lounge comfortably together, and for three people to sit. The back of it was painted gold and scrolled with pretty designs. I ran my hand over the bumpy wood. The thought and care that had been put into creating such a space was evident. There was an antique lamp on a small wooden table, and a vanity with a velvet covered stool and an ornate mirror.

I glanced at my reflection, seeing my flushed cheeks and dark eyes. I was ready for anything, and I hoped that Atticus was prepared. I turned and peeked into the back corner of the room, glimpsing movement as he changed into his pup gear and persona. But I didn't want to see him until he was ready, so I went to look at the clothing hung on the rack.

There was quite a lot of lingerie—both Victorian and modern—sized for men, and some robes and kimonos for lounging around half naked. Maybe this space could be useful after an intense scene, for some lazy aftercare.

"Luther?"

My name sounded muffled.

I turned and took a step back when I saw him.

"Holy shit," I said, my cock hardening as I took him in. "You look fucking hot. And cute as hell, too."

"Thanks," he said, his pretty eyes staring at me out of a solidly crafted leather pup hood, with green accents around the muzzle and the ears. I'd seen these kinds of pup masks before, but hung on hooks in queer kink shops and in photos online. Never on an actual… pup .

This was different. And it wasn't only the hood.

Atticus had replaced his jeans with a bright red jock strap and traded his shirt for a black leather chest harness. What looked like skateboard pads covered his knees, and he also wore leather fingerless gloves with cushioning on the palms and knuckles. He had fastened a black leather collar around his neck, with a metal tag hanging from it. His broad, attractive feet were bare. I may have looked at them a bit too long.

"Foot fetish?" he asked.

"Maybe. Turn around," I said, gulping and feeling the blood rush south as he obeyed.

As Atticus turned, my gaze was drawn to his bare buttocks and a rubber appendage that was attached to something—presumably a plug—buried in his ass. The tail waggled and swayed, keeping time with my pounding heart.

Atticus gave a sudden bark that sounded pretty fucking real, and my cock jerked.

"You like?" he murmured from the hood, glancing at me over his shoulder.

"Yes. I like very much. More than—" I laughed. "More than I thought I would."

He barked again, keeping his gaze on mine.

"Good boy. Such a good boy," I said, with a smile that I couldn't hold back.

Atticus swayed his hips, making his tail wag again. I'd bet it felt good, the motion of that rubber tail while the base was inside him. My hands itched to touch him.

"I'm going to stop talking, if that's okay," he said.

"That's fine. That's perfect," I said, moving close. "I'll take over."

I slid my fingers along the leather collar and examined the engraved tag.

"Hmm. Mischief . Are you a good boy, Mischief?" I asked, stroking his throat. "Or are you going to give me trouble?"

He gave a little bark and wagged his tail.

I laughed. This was already so much fun.

"Come," I said, patting my thigh and moving past him. I headed for the spanking bench. "Oh, and puppies don't walk on two legs, you know."

I glanced behind me, pleased to see him drop to his hands and knees.

"Good boy."

He gave a happy bark and the scuff of his kneepads on the wood surface followed me across the floor.

Any worries I'd had about being turned off by the silliness of a grown man pretending to be a puppy had been banished by how adorable and fucking sexy Atticus looked in his gear. I'd vowed to fully immerse myself in the experience because I was truly curious and open-minded.

I was starting to see what the fuss was about.

"Hmm. Since you're the first human puppy I've ever done a scene with, I need to get a closer look."

I went over to the spanking bench and easily located the adjustment levers. I'd been around a lot of kink equipment in my life and most of them were built using the same simple mechanisms. Pup Mischief sat on his haunches and waited quietly while I fiddled with it, making a solid flat platform that was decently wide.

I patted the cushioned top.

"Up."

I stepped back and watched as Atticus carefully climbed onto the bench .

"What a good boy you are," I said, stepping forward and giving him a rub on the shoulder as he positioned himself on all fours.

"Hmm." I moved around to stand in front of him and bent down so I could look into his pretty eyes. "Nice and clear. Let's see your tongue."

Atticus' eyes got a bit glazed as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out through the leather muzzle, so I figured I was doing this right. He'd said that he enjoyed objectification and humiliation. Well, so did I.

"Mmm. Very nice," I said, taking the tip of his tongue between my fingers and using two from my other hand to rub gently in the centre. When I released him, Atticus closed his mouth and looked at me with stars in his eyes as I ran my hand over his shoulder and down his muscled arm. I did the same on his other side.

"What a gorgeous specimen you are. I'll have to speak to the breeder. You've got very nice lines, Mischief. You must have an excellent pedigree."

Yeah, I was getting into this. I'd had pretend slaves on the auction block a few times and this reminded me of that.

I ran my hand down his side, over the strap of his chest harness and past his hip where the red cotton jockstrap contained him. He groaned as I smoothed my hand over the bare skin of his ass and played my fingers along the bottom of the rubber tail.

"I love this so much," I said. "Very sexy."

Atticus waggled his rump and the rubber tail started moving again. He gave a little bark of excitement.

"Mm hm. What a good doggy."

He made a whining sound that very closely mimicked the noise a dog would make, and I smiled. Fuck, he was amazing.

"Very good muscle tone," I said, running my hand over his back and under his chest and abdomen.

He was a work of art at this age, same as I'd been. Now I was a little softer, although I still worked out a couple of times a week to stay in shape.

I'd accustomed myself to being thought of as a ‘Daddy'. I was a top— mostly—and a Dom, so it wasn't much of a stretch. Getting older wasn't ideal but it was better than the alternative.

I ran my hand along his neck, prodding and stroking. I was getting a feel for him and also causing his heart to race and his flesh to goose pebble. He'd expressed an interest in tease and denial.

That was my fucking specialty.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than getting my sub to a place where all they could focus on was trying not to come. I prided myself on knowing just how far I could go, and how to train them to hold off, no matter how much they wanted to climax or believed that they couldn't maintain control.

Atticus was an experienced kinkster, so I expected him to have some skill. Still, you never knew until you had someone under your hand what kind of stamina they possessed. Which was incredibly exciting—finding out where a man's weaknesses lay. Not exploiting those vulnerabilities per se, but using them to drive the person absolutely mad with desire, until they were begging and pleading for permission.

I wasn't religious in any way, but bringing a man to a euphoric state of arousal and release felt like a spiritual undertaking.

And Atticus, with the leather pup hood on and the rubber tail wagging in the air, was intensely arousing to me. He was everything I liked, wrapped up in a scintillating new way.

I was totally into him.

My puppy, my Mischief. Only for tonight, but that was okay. I'd take this experience and open up my mind to meeting more leather pups, and that would only enhance my life.

"Oh, what a good boy, Mischief. What a good puppy," I said, running my hand over the bulge in his red jock.

He was hard, and the fabric was wet where he'd leaked pre-ejaculate. He made a low growl in his throat and turned his head, meeting my gaze with one of surprised adoration. I was making an impression on him, too.

I winked, and he gave a little grunt, pushing his erection into my hand .

"Not yet, puppy. We've got a long way to go, I'm afraid," I said, reaching past his balls and tapping the base of his tail.

He whined and then sighed. He shook his head and faced forward again.

"Good boy. I need to check out this fucking tail."

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.

"Good boy," I said and reached out to pat him on the head, between his perky leather ears.

Those fucking eyes, staring at me adoringly out of the mask, were going to be my undoing. There was something incredibly alluring about a man in a mask, and this pup hood was something else. I'd not realized how hot it would be to have a half-naked leather-pup at my heel.

I was painfully hard, and it was a relief to fumble at my belt and open my fly. I gave my cock a couple of pulls, maybe showing off a little. I wasn't above average in length, but I was thick, and I saw those puppy eyes go wide. He made a sound low in his throat, and I waved my dick in his face.

"If you're a very good pup and suck my dick the way I like it, I'll give you a reward."

He moved forward, bumping the head of my cock with his ‘nose'.

I guided it into the opening and into his open mouth.

It was a little awkward, but the hoods were designed for this kind of access. Once I was in position, Atticus went to town.

It felt amazing, as it always did, to be sucked off by a submissive man. I gazed down on Atticus, marvelling at the sight of my cock disappearing into the leather muzzle and hearing him slurp and gag on it. He was giving it a hundred percent, and I expected no less.

"Good boy," I panted. "Good doggy," I said, breathless and really fucking turned on by this new dynamic. "Now stay still while I fuck your face."

I cupped the back of his head and shoved my cock down his throat, the sounds he made adding to my arousal. His eyes were closed, fingers gripping his thighs, as I thrust my cock in and out of him.

I was careful, as always, but rough as well, since most men in the kink scene liked it that way. I felt a momentary pang of regret that I couldn't grab a fistful of Atticus' hair. Then my gaze locked on his perky little ears.

I wrapped my fingers around one and clutched it, holding him still.

"Oh fuck yes. Oh Jesus. So good."

I was getting close, and I needed to stop or I'd come down his fucking throat.

"Stop. That's enough," I said, letting go and stepping back.

He followed, moved forward, as if to swallow me down again, like he was in a trance. But he settled down on his heels, blinking and gazing at me with that dazed, subby look I knew so well.

Fuck yes. I tucked my cock away, with some difficulty, and did up my pants.

"Over to the bed, Mischief," I ordered, pointing to where I wanted him.

He crawled over, and I had a good view of his ass as he did .

"Lean over the edge of the bed, with your arms stretched out in front."

I was breathless and so fucking horny, but I needed to spank that ass. It was begging me.

But when I got there, I couldn't help touching him in a softer way, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of his skin.

"That was very, very good. I liked that very much. You are such a good puppy, Mischief," I crooned.

Atticus laid his hooded head on his arm and seemed to drift in subspace as I spoke. But I wanted to wake him up.

"Just because you've been a very good boy, that doesn't mean you couldn't benefit from a decent spanking," I said, flicking a finger against his flank.

His head snapped up.

I gave his ass a slap, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls as Atticus groaned.

The rubber tail started waving again. I'd bet he was feeling that thick rubber plug now.

"Fuck yes. That plug is going to feel fatter than ever while I spank you, Mischief. And you need to be quiet for me. I want you to be silent as I spank you for being a very, fucking, excellent, boy."

He started to moan and then cut it off, but I could tell he liked the sound of that. He enjoyed hearing me telling him how I was going to treat him.

I gave him several hard slaps on the ass, and he gasped in surprise. Oh yeah, I might have been middle-aged but I could still give a sub a good hiding.

He lifted his ass as if to say, Thank you, more, more, more! I gave it to him in spades, alternating from cheek to cheek, watching his skin darken. Atticus rocked his body against the mattress and I thought it prudent to warn him.

"Don't you dare come, naughty pup. Rubbing yourself like that. Naughty, naughty," I said, spanking in time with my words.

Pup Mischief took it pretty well, at least at first. But as it went on and the spanks got a bit harder, he started to make involuntary noises.

Spanking a sexy guy with a dog tail plug inside him was fun as hell. That fucking tail would be my undoing. I lost myself to the motion of it, and to the rhythm of the hard slaps I delivered.

Atticus' muscles were taught, and he quivered with the effort to stay still.

"You like that?"

He made a frantic sound.

"You want more?"

His ass was turning a bright, beautiful pink color that made me very happy.

He hesitated, then shook his head from side to side. I immediately stopped and soothed the raging skin.

"Do you need to safe word?" I asked.

He hesitated, panting and uttering soft moans that I couldn't tell were from the pain or from something else. I waited.

"No. No, I'm fine," he said, trying to steady himself.

"Are you sure? I can stop."

"Don't stop," he gasped. "Don't stop."

All right then. I resumed and gave him a dozen more, in quick succession.

My hand was smarting by the time I'd finished, and Mischief's ass was a lovely color. The room was silent but for his gasps and stutters as he tried to ground himself.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. We'd been in this room for thirty minutes.

I left him there to recover while I took a condom and a tube of lube from a basket on the table by the entrance. I took my time walking back, so I could appreciate the way he looked with his hooded head hanging down, his chest rising and falling with still frequent breaths, and with his sleekly muscled arms and legs braced on the padded bench.

He watched me approach and gave a little yip when he saw what I held in my hands.

"Oh yes, Mischief. You are about to get fucked, my sweet, naughty little pup."

Mischief wagged his rubber tail, and I grinned.

"Stand by the bench," I said .

It took him a moment to understand. He got off the bench as I stood close in case he needed my help. He didn't. I took him in again, the lithe muscles and olive skin. The front of his jock had darkened from all the pre-ejaculate I'd spanked out of him.

"Fuck," I said. "You did like that, didn't you?"

He didn't respond except to gaze at me with adoration and desire as he stood there, chest rising and falling, hands clenched, body a taut wire of suspended need.

"Strip. Everything but the hood and collar."

I watched with growing desire as Atticus obeyed, pushing the jock strap down and off. His circumcised dick bounced against his belly as he bent and pulled the jock strap over his feet.

I held my hand out for it. "Give it."

He passed it to me and I fisted it, rubbing my thumb over the damp area, then lifted it to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him, even going so far as to touch the wet fabric with the tip of my tongue.

Mmm.

Atticus made a low sound in his throat as he met my gaze. I licked the damp spot again and again as he held it.

Then he forced his eyes off mine and worked on getting the chest harness off.

He was fucking beautiful with no clothes on. A gorgeous Greek God of a man that I'd been lucky enough to meet by chance. I didn't normally become attached this quickly, but I was entranced by Atticus' beauty, his obedience, and the novelty of the fetish. I hadn't expected to like it so much. I already knew I'd want another hook up with Atticus, and I only hoped he'd be agreeable to it. This was not the time to ask.

He tossed the chest harness to the floor and stood there, his feet planted shoulder width apart, looking nothing like a submissive and more like my equal, gazing at me out of that fucking adorable hood with those gorgeous eyes that made my insides go liquid.

"Play with yourself," I said, voice harsh with need. "But don't come. You aren't allowed to come yet, Mischief. I need you to be a good boy. "

He made another sound in his throat as he gripped his erection and stroked himself lightly, idly, as if he didn't dare go any faster or the game would be up.

I threw the lube onto the mattress. I watched him track it, then dart his gaze back to mine, his desire evident. I undid my belt and unzipped my fly and took out my cock.

His eyes widened, even though he'd already seen it. I broke open the foil packet and held his gaze as I rolled the condom on myself, gritting my teeth to keep control.

"Get on the bed. Hands and knees. Give me some space behind you."

He didn't move right away, but I saw him take a couple of deep breaths as he took his hand off his cock. Then he turned and climbed onto the mattress, leaving me plenty of room. When he was in position, he twisted to look at me, the heat in his gaze almost unbearable.

" Good boy," I breathed, caught in a trap of my own making .

Fuck, he looked so hot, naked but for the leather hood, the collar, and that fucking tail waving over his back, as he splayed his thighs in an invitation.

"Such a good boy, Mischief."

I pushed my jeans off and climbed onto the bed behind him with the lube. Splaying my hands on him, I slid my thumbs between his cheeks and spread him to get a look at the base of the plug.

"Fuck yes. This tail is so fucking hot. I love it."

Knowing that he'd feel everything, I traced my finger up the underside of the rubber tail before wrapping my hand around it and giving a gentle tug.

He groaned and widened his stance, his head hanging down, his hands splayed on the mattress. He cursed under his breath.

I played with the tail, slapping it this way and that, giving him lots of time to anticipate what was going to happen. That was such a huge part of all of this—the wanting, the yearning, the needing.

"So fucking sexy. Such a good boy."

He moaned and crouched down, arching his back in eagerness and wiggling his hips.

"You want it, pup? "

Mischief growled from deep in his throat. He'd gone from being cute to being wild and primal.

I grabbed the base of the tail and rocked the plug back and forth, eliciting so many lovely sounds. They hit me right in the balls and I had to stifle my own as I focused on the task at hand—tail out, cock in.

I eased the plug out, watching as he came undone.

The high-pitched whimper turned into a breathy moan as the plug stretched him wide and then slid out. And I was holding the tail and staring at that pretty, shiny hole. A drop of lube trickled down his taint.

"Fuck," I said.

He barked, and it was like a call-to-action. Come on and fuck me already .

I tossed the tail aside and slapped his ass, hard. The skin was still tender from the spanking, and he cried out with pain.

"I'm running the show, not you."

He whimpered, and I forgave him in an instant. I could tell he was fucking desperate and that made me happy.

I slapped the inside of one quivering thigh.

"Spread ‘em. Wide."

He did, and I wasted no time dripping more lube into his crack and spreading it around that hole that was stretched and ready for me. He'd waxed or something because everything was smooth but for the wrinkled skin there. I didn't mind a bit of hair, but this was nice, too.

"Oh fuck yes," I said as I pushed a finger in to the knuckle, then pulled it out and replaced it with two.

His reaction was immediate. He moaned and pushed back against my hand, whimpering like a crazed animal.

"So soft. So pretty. Such a good boy," I murmured.

I took my fingers out and lubed up my sheathed cock, running out of patience as I nudged the tip against him.

"Open up for me, pup. I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

He yipped again, and I laughed as I shoved the first few inches of my cock into him, gripping his hips and pushing in further. He was already stretched, and I was desperate. More so than usual.

"Oh my God. Atticus. Fuck."

I hoped that my use of his human name didn't mess with his head space, but it was such a beautiful name and I wanted to connect with him as well as his pup persona.

I bottomed out to the sound of his long groan.

"Oh my fucking God. How are you so tight after wearing that plug? It's magic in here."

So I got poetic when I fucked a tight ass. Sue me.

God, I needed to come. It had all been so much fun and I'd been hard before we'd even got here. Now I just wanted to fuck this man and get my own reward. Then maybe I'd let him have his.

I started thrusting, holding his ass in a punishing, painful grip that must be painful grip, my thumbs spreading him as I moved in and out, so I could see it all.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," I panted. There were times to fuck a submissive silently and with dispassion, and to pretend you weren't affected at all. But this wasn't one of them.

I was feeling so much and I needed to let it out.

"I'm close," I said. "I'm close to coming inside you. Fuck, you feel so good around me."

I fucked him harder, listening to his cries and watching him try to stay still. Then he made a choked sound that I recognized from years and years of fucking men, and I knew he hadn't been able to hold back.

I glanced underneath him and saw jizz spurting and landing on the mattress, like milk from a cow's pulled teat.

"Fuuuuck," I cursed, not even upset, only delighted that he could come hands free. I'd punish him for it, of course, but shit. I hadn't known too many men who could orgasm without a direct touch. I'd never been able to.

"Oh, you naughty, naughty boy," I groaned, and then gasped as I came hard, crouching over him and giving shallow, sharp thrusts as the pleasure rode me. "So fucking naughty, you gorgeous creature," I said through clenched teeth.

He made lovely whimpers in the moments after. We took gasping breaths together as we tried to recover. I gave him long, slow strokes of my still-hard cock, because I couldn't let him go just yet.

"You beautiful, disobedient, cheeky boy," I murmured, kissing his shoulder and nuzzling his neck below the edge of the pup hood. "So hot. So fucking hot, watching you come like that."

I reached beneath him and played with his cock, deliberately teasing the sensitive skin and making him yelp with frustration.

"Oh, you have no idea what I'm going to do now, you naughty thing," I muttered, letting go of him and giving another couple of deep thrusts. "We still have…" I glanced at the clock.

"Well, fuck it."

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 beside him, 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?"

He gazed at me, his face glowing with happiness. Then he nodded and gave a wonderful approximation of a horse's neigh.