Getting the last word again, he glanced over me once more then retreated to the stairs, vanishing up them into what I could only assume was his home.
And I was all alone to wonder just how long it would be until I gave in and did what he told me to do.
12
Griffin
Every time I went back upstairs, leaving my new pet alone, I was lonelier than ever. It was like seeing him, feeling him, reminded me of just why I’d done this in the first place — which was great for my resolve, but not so great for my patience.
I wanted him to submit now. I wanted him to be well trained now, to listen to me and obey and beg me to touch him and fuck him…
But that was going to take time. All of this was going to take time, and I wasn’t sure I could do it. I wasn’t sure I could handle his hatred and his snide little comments.
I didn’t have much of a choice. It wasn’t like this was something I could get a refund on, something I could just undo and try again on. This was done, for better or for worse. I couldn’t let him go. He knew who I was, and it wasn’t like there were many scarred-up, washed-up ex-musicians around.
I rested my back against the door to the basement once it had closed behind me, burying my face in my hands. Ididn’t want to deal with this, with reality. That was why I was doing this.
I hadn’t thought it would be quick, but I guess I’d thought it would be easier somehow. Maybe it would’ve been with another pretty guy, but this particular beauty didn’t want to be a pup. He wanted to go back to his life.
Yeah, well, I wanted to go back to my life, too. Neither of us was going to get what we wanted.
I wanted a drink.
I wanted several drinks.
Instead, I sighed and pushed myself away from the door, starting down the hallway to my office. I didn’t expect him to yield any time soon, but I wanted him to.
So little time had passed, but it was wrecking me. I could only hope it was wearing him down even more. At least I had food and a comfortable bed to retreat into. All he had was the little dog bed, and now he couldn’t use his hands or his mouth. He had no idea what else I had in store for him, and part of me wanted to go downstairs again and just… gear him up.
What would it hurt? I’d get to see him in his harness, with his tail and ears, with the bars that would keep him from standing up. He’d get used to his place faster if I plunged him into it… wouldn’t he?
I didn’t know.
Fuck, I didn’t even know if I could consider this the slow way when I’d already done so much to him over the space of a few days. But it was slower than I wanted to move. Necessary, but slower.
I just needed to have patience.
I’d never had much of that, though.
I sank down into the chair, watching my pet through thecameras. He was trying to use his mitted hands to paw at the straps of the gag.
I felt a little bad that he wouldn’t be able to drink… and that might’ve partially been because I wouldn’t get to watch him suck on that phallus to get his water. I’d been hard since I’d gotten him here, and thoughts like that hadn’t helped at all.
My erection had dwindled during my self-pity party, but it was still ever-present. I could jack off, but it felt like a waste somehow. I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me, and why hadn’t I just paid for a pricy escort to pretend to be able to stand me?
Because no pricy escort would be mine, and more than ever, I needed something — someone — that belonged to me.
I must’ve dozed off in the chair, because enough time had passed for my pet to be sulking in his bed instead of fighting with the mitts. He still wasn’t in the position I’d told him I wanted him in, which meant no reprieve from the gag.
Even with a clock to guide me, it was hard to keep track of time. I was so determined to keep him off balance that it was having the same effect on me. I wanted to curl up in bed and nap it off, but I didn’t even know when I’d woken up. I’d have to feed him again soon…
But I was going to make him yield before I did. He’d get into that position and display his ass for me so I could imagine what it was going to look like with the tail plug.
He would look gorgeous with it, but he’d hate it.
Too fucking bad. He hated everything else, too.
Speed it up, slow it down, keep going at the same pace… I didn’t know what to do. He might’ve accused me of having a manual, which made me think it was working even better than I could see, but I had no fucking idea what I was doing. Itwas one guess after another, and all I could do was hope that he’d do what I wanted.
