Sawyer
Cooper wrapped his arms around me and sighed. Curling up on the bed when we’d gotten home had been his idea, but it was just what I needed. Cooper had bounced off the walls the whole ride back. To him, it had been the perfect first date, and I couldn’t have been happier.
When I’d whispered the words to Jackson, I wasn’t sure if he’d understand. Cooper had built it up so much in his mind that a simple kiss on the cheek or peck on the lips would have been a letdown. It didn’t matter that it would have been a perfectly reasonable end to a first date.
He wanted fireworks and the Dom of his dreams.
Well, he’d gotten it—we both had.
Cooper sighed dreamily, and one hand started rubbing my chest. “He spanked me.”
He was like a teenage girl with her first crush…just a naughty one. “He gave your ass a swat. That wasn’t a full spanking. It was a first date, slut.”
Cooper giggled. “The perfect first date. Except for ours. That was perfect too.”
I wasn’t sure cold pizza after telling him that I loved him counted as a first date, but Cooper always did. “At least your food was hot on this date.”
Laughing, he nodded and the way his hair rubbed against my neck tickled, making me squirm. “He wants to take us both out next week. I get more pancakes.”
Evidently, the way to Cooper’s heart wasn’t food in general, but just pancakes.
I couldn’t decide how I felt. I’d kept waiting for something to go wrong. Some story that Cooper told that would show him we weren’t right for him, or that he wouldn’t be able to relate to us both, but everything had gone wonderfully. Even that stupid penis story.
“I can’t believe you told him that butt plug story.”
“Why?” I felt him shrug. “It’s funny. He laughed too.”
“I’m not sure that’s a first date kind of story.”
He snorted. “It might have been our first date, but he’s not really a stranger. We’ve talked on the phone and texted tons and then there are the emails and Facebook stalking. We know him well enough to tell him the funny stuff.”
“I’m not Facebook stalking him, are you?”
“Of course.” His head came up, and he looked at me like I was nuts. “Why wouldn’t I? He’s got a business page where he posts cute pics of the dogs and stuff and his personal page where he just seems to argue with his sister. He needs to update his privacy settings—any weirdo could be watching.”
For some reason, Cooper didn’t understand why I thought that statement was hilarious.
By the time I stopped laughing, he was shaking his head, clearly not connecting the dots on that statement. “Come here.”
Pulling him down to my chest again, I wrapped my arms around him and started caressing up and down his back. It was so easy to close my eyes and picture Jackson in bed with us, his strong body cuddled up to us. It probably should have been harder to imagine, but for some reason, he seemed to fit.
Nothing about the date had seemed forced. He honestly thought Cooper was funny and didn’t mind that it took me longer to warm up. He’d made that very clear when he’d done his best to give both of us what we needed out of a goodnight kiss.
Sweet.
Tender.
Hot.
Naughty.
He’d run the gamut of what a kiss could be just because he knew Cooper’s “knock my socks off” declaration wasn’t something I was ready for. Not that I didn’t want him. I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t. He was strong and sexy and had the best laugh—rich and warm. And being out with both of us on a date didn’t seem to faze him at all.
Had he honestly not noticed the odd looks?
Cooper wasn’t exactly quiet either. Even the waitress had tried not to laugh several times as she’d come over to refill drinks and check on everything. Jackson’s focus never wavered from us, and he didn’t seem to treat us any differently than he would have treated any other date.
The feel of Cooper’s lips on my neck brought my daydreams to a halt. Kissing his head, I let my hands go from soothing to arousing. When he started working his way down my body, I realized we had to be picturing two different outcomes to our evening.
“What do you want, Coop?” I tried to pull him up, but he gave me a teasing grin and shook his head.
“Master gave me instructions, and I want to be a good pup for him.” Cooper then started pushing up my shirt, making it clear he was going to be very good.
Master’s instructions, huh?
Sitting up so Cooper could take my shirt off, I lay back down and stretched out. I wasn’t sure exactly what Cooper thought showing me he was sorry meant, but I was willing to find out. He always looked at everything his own way, though, so I wasn’t going to try and guess.
The feel of his lips and tongue on my chest chased every thought from my head. Something about knowing he was doing it because Master told him to made it even hotter and pushed at the submissive part of me more than it usually would.
Cooper going down on me always felt incredible. Practice made perfect, and he’d wanted to be perfect for our master when we eventually found him. But being able to picture Jackson’s voice as he told Cooper he needed to make it up to me put everything in a different light. Master wanted this. It wasn’t about what I wanted or needed, it was about him.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Cooper must have thought so too, because I could see his hips moving as he ground his cock against the bed. Licking my abs and giving me the dirtiest looks, Cooper worked his way to my jeans and started rubbing one hand over my erection.
It wasn’t enough to make me come, but imagining Jackson watching us made it even hotter. Cooper knew exactly what I was thinking, but the difference between the two of us was that he never worried about taking a fantasy to the next level. He just jumped right in.
“I can’t wait to tell Master what a good pup I was and how thoroughly I apologized to you.” Cooper sat up enough to unbutton my jeans and start easing the zipper down over my straining cock. “Do you think he’ll reward me for being a good boy?”
The relief that flooded through me as he freed my dick made it hard to think. And his fingers wrapping around it didn’t help the situation any either. “Do you want him to? Do you want him to touch you?”
God, the fantasies that were running through my head were so fuckin’ sexy it was incredible. We’d teased about our fictitious master and used it as great dirty talk for so long that finally being able to put a face to the fantasy made it even better.
Cooper nodded and gave me one of those perfectly innocent smiles as he flicked his tongue out and traced around the head of my cock. Fuck. “I’m going to call Master and tell him that I was good, and I made you come so hard. And I’m going to ask him to tell me what kinds of rewards good pups get. What kinds of touches…” another flick of his tongue had me gasping, “…and kisses he’ll give me when I’m good.”
Cooper was going to set both their phones on fire.
When his lips finally closed over my dick, and he started to swallow me down, my brain gave up. The tight heat of his mouth chased every thought from my body. Cooper was a bit precocious and taught himself ridiculously young how to deep throat almost anything, so knowing what was coming made the anticipation stronger.
Hairbrush handles.
Bananas.
It would take a porn-star sized cock to make him pause and even then, it probably wouldn’t stop him. He’d wanted a master since he could first jerk off. He just hadn’t known what he was dreaming about until he got older.
God love the internet.
“Cooper!” His throat swallowed around the head of my cock and it sent waves of pleasure through me. Normally, I could last for ages because I’d learned stamina when he went through his “I want to be perfect for Master” phase, but in that moment, it was too much.
Meeting Jackson, his kiss, watching him push Cooper so close to the brink he’d almost come in the parking lot…it had all been too incredible.
When Cooper lifted off my dick slowly and then went back down, using his tongue to pull needy cries from my throat, I was at my breaking point. When he took me deep in his throat, and I could feel his lips on my balls, I shot.
Every muscle clenched down, and waves of pleasure flooded through me as he worked my pulsing cock. He moaned and drank me down. Cooper loved the taste of cum. I liked giving blowjobs and getting them, but I was kind of neutral on cum. Not Cooper.
When I sagged down on the bed, the last of the pleasure fading as he pulled off my dick, I expected him to curl up around me. He had something different in mind. Cooper gave me a kiss and hopped off the bed, still fully clothed and horny if his excited gestures and the bounce in his step was any clue.
“Clothes off.” It was a little sing-songy, and I was confused, but I was planning on getting completely naked anyway, so I didn’t see the harm.
Sometimes with Cooper, it made sense to double-check what he thought was going to happen.
But I was too tired to care.
Getting up was too much work, so I finished shoving down my pants and briefs while I lay down, only stretching to get my socks off. My body was protesting the exercise when all it wanted to do was cuddle, but it stopped arguing when I relaxed back down.
I was seriously considering how important the blanket at the end of the bed was as Cooper’s head came out of the closet, a wide smile on his face. “Time for phase two.”
Asking was probably stupid, but I did it anyway. “Phase two?”
Cooper shook his head like I wasn’t paying attention. “I have to be able to tell Jackson that I did everything I could to make it up to you and apologize.”
Everything he could?
It probably would have sounded a bit creepy if I hadn’t seen my tail and collar in his hands. Then things just got jumbly in my head. There was utter relief at the idea of being able to turn everything off, but there was also a loud voice in the back of my head screaming out that Cooper was going to tell Jackson.
It was a stupid fear, because yes, we both knew Cooper would go into insane detail when he started telling Jackson about how well-behaved he’d been. And then there was the fact that Jackson already knew what we liked.
Duh, no surprise there; we’d emailed him about puppy play and masters.
But this was different. And I wasn’t sure why. Did it matter that he was going to hear about a specific instance? Did it matter that Cooper was going to tell him how much I liked being a pup? Did it matter that Jackson was going to end up picturing it, trying to either understand why we did it, or possibly why he was getting off on it?
That was kind of up in the air, though, because I wasn’t sure if he thought it was sexy or just interesting at that point.
Did it matter? Probably not…but it did.
But not enough to make embracing my pup seem like a bad idea.
“Come here…let’s get you ready.” Cooper’s voice was soft and soothing. He probably had a really good guess what was going through my head. He liked to drive me nuts, but I never surprised him.
Taking a deep breath, I rolled over and went up onto all fours. Letting my body relax, I closed my eyes and waited. I was a quiet pup, and Cooper was used to it, so from the moment I felt the collar wrap around my neck, I knew I didn’t have to say anything.
“I can’t wait to get pretty collars from Jackson—if he becomes our master and all. I’m not completely delusional. I realize that it might not work out, but I refuse to go into it with that mindset. What happens if I hold back trying to be rational, and he thinks that means I don’t like him? Nope, going all in, even though that makes you nervous.” Cooper’s hands started running long soothing strokes down my head and neck and onto my back.
It wasn’t exactly a massage; it was more like you’d rub down a dog or horse. It was one of the little things that he knew helped me let everything go and just embrace my pup. It had been hard for me at first. Not because Cooper was seeing me so vulnerable, because I knew that was part of it, but pushing all the responsibilities away that seemed to pile up was so difficult.
There were always a thousand things that I should be doing. When we first started exploring the puppy-play lifestyle it had been thoughts about balancing out the meager savings I had and making sure we had enough food without going overboard. Letting everything stressful fade away had been one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
“I think you need a pretty collar with subtle designs, not flashy like mine will be.” Much to Cooper’s frustration, we’d gotten plain black leather collars for our puppy time. When we’d talked about it, the idea had been that Master, whoever he turned out to be, would pick out fancier ones for us.
The waiting was driving Cooper crazy.
Sometimes when he was bored, I’d find him searching for pictures online, trying to pick out the prettiest ones. When he’d discovered the fetish gear on the Leashes and Lace site, he’d obsessed over it for days.
To me, it was just like a name for my pup, something I was going to wait for.
Names were one of the other things that Cooper was convinced Master should give us too. I was on the fence about the whole thing when he first started explaining what he wanted, but I had to admit that the idea was starting to grow on me.
Cooper thought it was what should happen, but I thought that it would give our faceless Master a chance to feel like he was part of it too and not just a third on the outside watching our relationship.
By the time Cooper was ready for the next step, I was so relaxed and calm, I really didn’t care what he was going to do. “Okay, turn around for me, pup.”
There was usually a hint of longing in his voice, like Cooper would have loved to switch places with me, but it wasn’t there this time. Maybe it was because he thought I needed it so much, but I had a feeling it was more about Jackson than anything else.
Master or not, Jackson had given him instructions and had taken control, giving Cooper something to follow and something to center him. No matter what the reason, I was going to be grateful and enjoy not having anything to worry about.
“Head down, pup.” I’d have been embarrassed if it were anyone other than Cooper watching me, but I knew he loved me and how incredible it would be when everything was ready.
Letting my shoulders and head relax on the bed, I arched my back and sighed when his hand started flowing down my back and over my ass. The soothing touch continued as I heard the cap of the lube pop off. I’d never understood why people thought the sound of lube coming out was dirty or an embarrassing sound.
To me it was beautiful. The anticipation it built. Knowing what it meant, and the pleasure it was going to bring was wonderful. That sound meant I got to fly.
When Cooper’s finger finally started circling my hole, I let my muscles relax and gave him a little whine. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I usually did when we played, so Cooper knew how much I wanted it.
“That’s a good pup. One day Master’s going to play with us and see how beautiful you look. He’ll love your pretty tail and how sweet you are.” Cooper continued the tender words as he slid one finger in, slowly stretching me.
He took more time than he really needed, but considering I’d just come, the slow build was wonderful. By the time he’d added a second finger and brushed over my prostate, my cock was starting to twitch and think about joining the play.
I ignored it and soaked up the wonderful feelings running through me. The fullness of the plug as it slid in, the quiet, sweet words that streamed out of Cooper, the feel of his hand running up and down my legs and ass. It was peaceful and perfect. A warm buzz flowed through me, and I wanted to roll around in the feelings like they were a perfect scent that I had to keep close.
“All right, let’s get you ready, and we’ll go curl up on the couch, pup.” Cooper went over to the closet and grabbed the special gloves that fit over my hands, making them feel like feet.
“The other day, Master asked if we had masks or the full outfits, and when I told him we didn’t, he told me about some of the videos he watched. He said there were some incredible masks that were fascinating, but he liked being able to see the pup’s reactions as they played and curled up with their master.” Cooper continued to ramble through his thoughts as he fit the gloves onto my hands.
“He was okay with the idea of trying it if I was curious, but he laughed when I told him I liked being a naked kind of pup better. Master just joked if we ever played with other pups we might have to negotiate that.” Cooper ran his hand over my back one last time before he reached for the leash I hadn’t even noticed.
Hooking it on my collar, he stepped back. “All right, down, pup.”
It was another layer that we didn’t play with all the time, but I knew he got it out, so he would have a reason to talk to Jackson about it. As I climbed carefully off the bed, trying not to jostle my tail too much, he started talking through things again.
“I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know that a lot of other pups get together and play, but the idea was always so overwhelming before. Maybe with Jackson, it would be different. I’m going to have to think about that.” Cooper kept talking like I was a real pup and wasn’t expecting a response.
I was grateful for it because I had no idea how I would feel about it. And I wasn’t going to worry over it anytime soon.
Sparks fired through me as the tip of the plug rubbed against my prostate. As I moved, the tail wagged, caressing just deep enough inside me to feel wonderful. It had been such a crazy sensation to get used to originally, but now it was fabulous. It was almost the same feeling as being fucked and sent a flood of submission through me, but knowing it was my tail made it even better.
It was all too jumbled up to explain, but it was perfect.
By the time we got to the couch, I couldn’t have even told someone my name. I was simply Cooper’s pup as I curled up beside him on the couch. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his lap and made another soft whine as he started petting me slowly.
I drifted off to that place where nothing else mattered but the feel of his touch and the sound of his voice as he talked about how perfect his first date with Jackson had been. The last things I remembered for a long time were his fingers trailing over my head and his sweet words about how hot the kiss had been. Knowing it had been everything he’d dreamed of had tears prickling at my eyes, and I snuggled into him, perfectly content.