Slowly, I opened and closed it, attempting to be as quiet as possible. The sharp breath from inside the room told me he’d heard me anyway.
He was exactly where I expected him to be. Kneeling on the rug. Blindfold on. The plush carpet absorbed the sound of my footsteps as I approached.
I remained silent, and so did he, my eyes flicking to the wall clock every so often to see how he was doing. One minute passed. Two. Three. He’d already beaten his time from last week. How long would he last before he spoke or tried to find me?
Four. Five. His dick was hard, raised up to greet me—quite the accomplishment with the weight of it. Six. Seven.
“A-are you there?” He spoke in a whisper.
I stayed silent, waiting to see if he’d go against my instructions and try to steal a look into the room. Eight.
His fingers twitched on his thigh, his impatience building. His curiosity. They tapped nervously as he debated what he should do, itching with the impulse to just look and confirm for himself if he was alone or not.Make it to ten.
Nine. His hand raised slowly.
“You were doing so well.” I finally spoke, and he jolted, slapping his hand back down on his thigh.
“Sorry, Sir!”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for it.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I tracked it. The tanned expanse of skin from his neck down. So… empty. Maybe I could find a way to decorate it. Later.
“W-what will you do?”
“I had considered letting you touch me today, but now I don’t think I will. Only good pups get to touch their Masters.”
His brows pinched together as if he were in pain. “I’ll be better, I promise.”
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” I turned around, finding the black case I’d requested when I booked the room on the desk. “Did you open this?”
“No, Sir.”
I believed him.
“Up on the bed, pup,” I ordered, speaking again as he started to get up. “Uh-uh. Dogs don’t stand, do they? Crawl.”
He swallowed again, his dick twitching as his hands flattened on the carpet and he rolled forward onto his knees, turning toward the bed and crawling. It gave me a delightful view of his ass. His hands touched the red silk fabric cautiously, then he pulled himself up, his ass and feet still right over the edge.
“Stay.”
He stopped moving immediately.
I brought the case over to the bed with me, opening it up and putting it beside him. His breathing was shorter, faster. Benny could do nothing but listen and guess as his dick leaked onto the silk.
“You have such a nice ass.” I sighed, barely resisting the urge to grope it and see if it was as firm as it looked.
“Th-thank you, Sir.”
“Hmm. I don’t think dogs talk.”
He stayed silent.Good boy.
“You won’t speak unless you want to use your colors. Nod if you understand.”
He nodded.
“Good.” I gave his ass one more long appreciative look before we moved on. “Okay, pup, center of the bed.”
