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I shivered. It was what he wanted, to leave me panting after him.

For once, I didn’t mind too much that I was falling right into his trap.

“Let’s go, then.” Tony patted his thighs before moving us both off the couch—as if, again, this was a very normal occurrence. “Playroom.”

“Wait,” I blurted out before I could process, “for real?”

Of course, Tony looked at me as if I was the one growing two heads.

“I don’t like repeating myself, pup.”

No, he did not.

Still, there was no way he was this calm. Right? I’d expected many things, but him walking with no rush toward the playroom upstairs and starting to get rid of his clothes—folding them as if this was just another day? It was so not it.

Tony didn’t even glance back while he did it. There was no trembling, hesitation, or… anything.

It was annoying, but the annoyance didn’t stop my own arousal building. It was the opposite. I knew how to push, how to break that exterior of his. I stood taller as the realization hit that I was the only person who could do it. It was on me whether this was easy on him or an anxiety-riddled experience figuring out which way was up.

The realization had me moving from my post by the threshold. It wasn’t stalking, precisely, but I didn’t know how to walk in a… louder manner.

Tony turned toward me before I could drive myself into a panic because, how did I alert him of my presence without spooking him? It was probably unfounded. He always seemed to know where I was.

Whatever.

“Last I checked, pup, you needed less clothes to fuck someone.”

My eyes widened. “You realize I was just thinking about being the nicest for you?”

Maybe I added more huffing than necessary, but it was on him for riling me up.

Tony was on me before I could even blink, his fingers tucked under my chin to force my gaze up. I really tried to hide it, but I shivered regardless, my lips parting. He just… He had that effect on me.

“You’ll be the nicest for me because that’s what a good pup does.” He breathed the words against my cheek. “Anything else is out of the question.”

The worrisome thing was that I one hundred percent believed him. Hell, I couldn’t even think of what that anything else would entail.

“Yes, Tony.”

Tony hummed, as if the words didn’t feel so heavy that getting them out took a weight off my shoulders big enough my knees buckled. He just held me upright and tugged my lower lip with his teeth until I moaned.

“Less clothes, pup.”

“I heard you the first time.”

I didn’t give him more lip, though. No, I just dutifully started removing layers. I even folded them—less meticulously than he did—and placed them beside his pile of clothes on one of the benches. See? I could rein in my impulses for chaos from time to time and behave or whatever it was Tony would call it.

Tony, who was now rummaging through the drawer he’d saved for my puppy cocks. (Yes, I had that many. I never claimed to be responsible with the money I managed to save up).

I didn’t dare to move. I was dying to know what he was thinking, which of the dildos he was going to pick, but somethingkept me frozen to the spot. I really was going to behave for him, huh?

“We’re doing this for real, aren’t we?”

Tony turned around—again. He had his eyebrow raised, a glint of humor in his eyes. He could be getting all soft and shit, but of course he wasn’t. “Second thoughts, pup?”

I spluttered. I refrained from stomping on the ground, but for fuck’s sake. I was the one who should be checking in on him. Right?

Well. Actually, I wasn’t sure what the protocol was here. Not that I knew much about protocols. I’d just bugged Eli to show me proper kneeling positions because Tony had opinions on those, and it wasn’t fun to tease when I didn’t have all the information. Plus, knowing how to do it properly was an easy way to get praise every now and again. Here, though?