“You’re such a good boy,” I croon, ignoring when Koen coughs and Sky snorts under his breath.
I can be a good boy too when I’m not searching for negative reinforcement. I can’t wait to see what Daddy has in store for me.
Whatever it is, it’ll be worth it.
“I’ll write the piece, put together the photos, and give them to a sports reporter I like,” Edna explains to Fritz as we finish up.
Volunteers let us get more head scratches with the dogs before leading them back into the back area to feed them dinner. I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by.
“Wow. You can do that? Control the narrative, I mean?” Fritz asks, surprised.
“There’s very little I can’t do,” Edna tells him. “I don’t want anyone to skew our goals for the piece. I researched a lot of different places before making my calls, Fritz. Having influence means making the right decisions on how to use it. I can sendthe piece to you before it’s published if you’d like? I know you’ve been burned before.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Fritz says, deflating with relief.
“Take care of my puppy,” I say with a grin as we say our goodbyes.
“Of course,” Fritz says, nodding. “We’re very excited for your adoption.”
Sky, Koen, and I drove together, so we wave goodbye to Edna and head to the Jeep.
“I hope you’re ready for your punishment,” Daddy says as he gets behind the wheel.
“My ass is ready,” I reply.
“Who says I’m going to do anything to your ass?” he asks, smirking.
Well, play stupid games, win stupid prizes. It’ll still be worth it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SKYLAR
“Go shower and clean out your hole,” I growl at Rhodes as we get home. “It better be really clean. You have two hours.”
“Fuck,” Rhodes says, running for the kitchen.
Koen watches me with wide eyes while I wink at him, catching his hand to walk to the living room.
“He’s fine,” I murmur. “It’ll give me enough time to order new things to be delivered. He’ll be thinking up all kinds of things in the time it takes to prepare himself for his punishment.”
“That’s…diabolical,” Koen says, shaking his head.
“Mind games are my thing,” I admit. “Not anything that’ll hurt him, but I like to keep Rhodes on his toes. He enjoys having someone else be in control, and I give that to him. It’s not all the time, just when I can tell he needs it. He’s also a brat. Even if I don’t necessarily mind that we’re getting a dog, he knows he was going against something I said.”
The door upstairs slams shut dramatically, making me chuckle under my breath as I pull out my phone for some light shopping.
“I need a new whip,” I muse, searching through my favorite websites that deliver quickly. “It’s a different kind of sting than the crop.”
“Mmhmm. What about that one?” Koen asks.
My lips twitch at how easily he was able to choose. After he watched me punish Rhodes in the kitchen in heels, this should be a walk in the park.
“That’ll work,” I say. “Now, I need a butt plug that’ll also wrap around his knot and balls.”
“You lost me,” he says, even though he perfumes around us.
“Oh?” I tease. “I’ve never used one on Rhodes before. The pressure will be enhanced every time he reacts to the whip, edging him between pain and pleasure.”
