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He yipped his displeasure at me taking his toy.

You snooze, you lose.I yanked harder.

Foster, who built his muscles working construction, yanked back.

I lost my grip.

He grabbed the damn thing in his mouth and bounded over to his Daddy.

Arnav petted him with pride shining in his eyes.

My Daddy beckoned me over.

On all fours, I slunk over to him. Dejected I’d lost that round.It’s okay, I’ll win next time.All in fun, though. Having Foster as a friend was a highlight in my life.

Stephanie and Taryn were watching the kids at our house. With all four dogs in attendance, of course.

Just like we regularly took care of Taffy because, honestly, she was a great dog. And then Queenie invariably tagged along.

I pressed myself against Daddy’s leg and accepted a drink of water.

“How are you gentlemen doing this evening?” Master Dante wore black trousers, a black silk shirt, and a wide smile.

His submissive, Evan, stood a respectful distance behind.

Their third, Mistress Kate, was whipping a misbehaving—but very willing—pup against the St. Andrew’s Cross.

All was well at Club Kink.

In investigating What’sUp Pup, I’d discovered that club had closed, but Pup Night had been folded into an ongoing event at Kink.

Arnav and Foster had met here.

Sort of.

One night, they’d confessed they’d gone upstairs at a Halloween party and gotten into all kinds of mischief. Foster had panicked, though, and had fled.

The next month, they’d both wound up here.

And the rest was Daddy/pup history.

I sat at Daddy’s feet with my kneepads and a leash attached to my collar. Naked, of course. I was happiest this way.

Foster sat beside Arnav, much as I was. He was older than me by more than fifteen years, but admitted he was happiest with his collar and at Arnav’s side.

“All is well.” My Daddy offered Dante a huge grin. “We’re just eyeing the puppy pile.”

So far, about ten pups were playing and having fun. I loved the pile because I didn’t have any pressures. I could just have fun. I planned to join once I’d taken a break.

“A good turnout tonight. Oh, I see someone new arrived. If you’ll excuse me…?”

We four nodded.

Curious, I turned to see who had arrived.

My jaw dropped. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Buttercup?”

“Is that Cody?”

Daddy turned. “Well, that’s interesting. I have to admit I didn’t see this coming.”

Neither had I.

I was very intrigued why the camp psychologist was here on puppy night.

But whether Cody was a pup, a Daddy in training, or just curious about kink, was a minor curiosity. What truly mattered was that I was here, with my Daddy, the happiest I’d ever been. My life was complete.