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?
TWENTY-THREE
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.
I didn’t know this one’s name, but that wasn’t unusual. I wasn’t the sort to befriend a lot of people at the club. While I cherished those I had become close with, I didn’t make a point to make more friends, because that wasn’t why I was here. Not the biggest reason, anyway.
I tried to ignore the baby Dom as he stepped closer to the cowboy, who was kneeling at my feet, his mask covering his entire face, his eyes the only thing visible. With him and the pretty boy so close, any Dom would know they belonged to me. However, if that wasn’t enough, the fact they were collared and I was holding the cowboy’s leash should’ve been a telltale sign, which meant they were off-limits.
The baby Dom was pushing his limits.
Plus, I was in the middle of a conversation with someone, so the interruption was rude.
“Does he bite?” the baby Dom laughed, and I shot him a glare.
When he reached to touch the cowboy, I shot to my feet and stared him down. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch my submissive. If you want to keep the hand, you’ll keep it to yourself.”
Wary eyes shot to my face, but the smirk said he thought I was kidding.
“Whatever, man. You’re too uptight. I was just admiring your work. If you didn’t want anyone to pet him, you should’ve left him caged at home.”
I took another step closer, but before I could get there, Trent inched between me and the guy who was about to have his face rearranged.
The baby Dom’s face lit up. “Hey, Trent. How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
I growled from behind Trent.
“It’s going well.” Trent motioned for the baby Dom to head out of the lounge. “Come on, let’s go chat at the bar.”
