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I forced a smile as I composed myself, allowing my Dom face to fall into place. Ogling this woman wasn’t an option, and I needed to remember that.

“Jamie, you look … lovely.”

She smiled, and her face was so radiant it damn near blinded me. On a normal day, I wasn’t one to wax poetic about a woman’s smile, but I couldn’t help it.

“Thank you.” Her chest bloomed with color, and the sweet, rosy red inched upward until it highlighted her cheeks. It was in that moment that I noticed how fucking young she was. She was ten years younger than Zeke, which made her twenty-three or twenty-four.

Twenty-fucking-anything was insane for me to consider. I was thirty-six, which made this girl twelve years younger than me at the very least.

It’s not like you’re old enough to be her father.

Well, technically, I probably was. Not that I’d been having sex at the age of thirteen, but it would’ve been shortly thereafter.

“Thank you so much for allowing me to come here tonight,” she said sweetly.

“It’s my pleasure to have you as my guest.”

Her brown eyes darted around, and the curiosity I saw there made my dick stir with anticipation. I fought it back, reminding myself she wasn’t just any submissive who was looking to explore this world for the first time.

She was Zeke Lautner’s sister.

She was an innocent.

She was off-limits.

How the hell had I allowed Zeke to talk me into this?

CHAPTER 23

Zeke

By the time I had the cowboy decked out as a dog, I was glad I’d had the forethought to prepare for all sorts of scenarios.

I’d never had the desire to dress a submissive up like a pet, but there was something about the cowboy that told me he was the perfect submissive for it. And I enjoyed the hell out of it. Especially seeing him like this. Not in a sexual way, mind you. I had some serious kinks, but that didn’t work for me, for whatever reason.

However, everyone knew I loved Tank like my very own child. I could see taking care of the cowboy the same way. Ensuring he was protected and cherished. Giving him the full experience of being my pet.

“All right, time for bed.”

I resisted putting the cowboy’s leash on him. There was no point since we were inside. However, tomorrow night at the club, I would find great pleasure in leading him around while he crawled on all fours.

The cowboy was completely naked, which was necessary to ensure he felt vulnerable. The mask he wore covered his entire head, only his eyes visible. The ears were a nice touch, too. I would take the muzzle off the mask so he could sleep. Otherwise, I would be concerned he couldn’t breathe. Like I’d told him, pain wasn’t the end goal here. He should be mentally challenged, not physically uncomfortable.

Rather than wait for the cowboy to crawl his way up the stairs, I went ahead of them. While they took their time navigating the hard wooden planks, I let Tank out into the yard to take care of business. He hurried and returned in time for us to see the cowboy making his way up the second flight of stairs to the bedroom.

Was he already regretting his request for punishment? Would I wake up to find them both gone in the morning? Would they slip out in the middle of the night in order to avoid having to endure my wrath? It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if they did.

The crawling on all fours—even with the pads on his knees and hands—certainly didn’t look comfortable. But I wasn’t worried. After all, I was allowing him to sleep in my bed. Like I’d told him, the cage would’ve been ideal, but with his six-foot-three-inch frame, it would’ve been impossible for him to shift. I wasn’t worried about his comfort, but I didn’t want to put unnecessary strain on his body. Crawling and kneeling at all times was going to be hard enough.

Perhaps I was soft in that regard.

Then again, I had a human crawling on all fours like a dog. And in a few hours, I suspected I’d be letting him out to do his business in the yard. That was going to be an interesting feat.

The thought made me smile.

Saturday, October 20

“Holy fuck, man. That is some hard-core shit,” the baby Dom said when he approached me in the main-floor Doms’ lounge.