“Oh fuck,” I said, eyes riveted to the waving tail.
“Yes, Lorraine,” Luke said without preamble. I tore my eyes away from the butt plug to glance at him. His body looked taut, like he’d gone into DEFCON 1 mode at the sight of that tail. He hummed with barely contained energy.
Lorraine nodded. “Uh-huh. Good.” She put the tail down on the table and picked up the hood. “I’m going to call you Luca while we play puppy today, all right?”
“Yes, Lorraine,” Luke said.
Boy, she had his attention now. I’d never seen him so focused.
“Jensen, can you please remove his arm bindings? He will need his arms free for what I have planned.”
“Sure,” I said, moving quickly to unbuckle the leather armbands from each other, then from around Luke’s forearms. I laid them on the narrow table as Luke rubbed his arms where the bands had been.
“Come here.”
Luke stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Lorraine. She gazed at him warmly for several moments, then lifted her right hand to his cheek. “So handsome. You will make an adorable puppy.” She lifted the neoprene hood. “Bend your head, please. You’re much taller than I am.”
Luke obliged, and Lorraine slid the pup hood over his head.
“Turn around.”
Luke turned and Lorraine buckled the strap in the back to keep the hood tight on Luke’s head.
“No speaking, now, unless you need to use your safeword. Kamal told me what your safeword is.” She turned to me. “Do you know what Luke’s word is, Jensen?”
I shook my head. “No.”
She smiled, a wicked, mischievous smile. “Tell him, Luca.”
Luke cleared his throat as if reluctant. But he dared not disobey a direct command. “Brat,” he said shortly, the word muffled in the leather hood.
“Very appropriate, if I do say so, although you’ve been nothing but lovely with me today. Maybe we can talk to Kamal about changing your safeword to something more dignified if you please me. All right. Turn around.”
Luke turned to face us again and his blue eyes stared out from the black-and-blue leather hood with an adorable hesitance as if he didn’t realize how stunning he looked as a leather pup.
“Wow,” I said.
Lorraine smiled broadly. “Yes, that’s what I thought. Those eyes of yours, in this mask, well…they are something, aren’t they Jensen?”
“Yeah,” I said, stunned by how sexy and beautiful Luke looked in the pup hood. “I mean…wow.”
Lorraine touched Luke’s Adam’s apple and drifted her finger down over his chest and belly until stopping on the metal of the cock cage. “This stays on,” she said, tracing the metal bands with a manicured nail as Luke stood motionless and breathed faster. “Because the cage will help you maintain the headspace of being my plaything and my very”—she reached underneath to cradle his balls in her small hand—“good”—she drew her hand back along the bottom of the cage and up Luke’s torso—“boy.” She pinched his nipple, causing Luke’s eyes to close and a long moan to exit his throat. The sound echoed within the mouthpiece of the hood.
“What a sweet puppy, you are, Luca.” Lorraine crooned as she released his nipple and pressed her hand flat against his shaved chest. “But my puppy needs his tail, doesn’t he?”
Luke sighed, nodding as a shudder racked him.
“Bend over the table, puppy,” Lorraine ordered.
Luke obeyed, bending himself over the edge of the wood table beside where the plug lay. He stretched his arms out in front of him, but Lorraine clicked her tongue.
“No. I want you to spread yourself open for Jensen, who is going to put your tail in.”
My mouth went dry. I watched as Luke froze in place. I wondered if he would obey, or even safeword. He was still for a long moment.
“Luca, do as I’ve asked you,” Lorraine said firmly, her tone no-nonsense and commanding.
Luke’s arms bent and extended behind him, his hands moving to the globes of his ass, fingers sliding in his crack as he spread his cheeks to expose the sweet vulnerable spot between. Kamal must have waxed him there—he was so smooth and hairless. Perhaps an intimate waxing had been part of Luke’s punishment and an aesthetic preference of Kamal’s.
