Page 22 of Puppy Pride (Pride Camp 2025)

Chapter Twenty-One

Jai

D addy didn’t snore. Which, frankly, surprised me. He was such a big guy—although broad and tall—not fat. Curling against him made me warm inside and out.

I’ve missed you. Yes, I should have recognized you. I think my heart did, but my mind wouldn’t go there. Six years is a long time. You always wore a mask…but mostly I didn’t want to believe you were back in my life and I couldn’t have you.

Doing the right thing was always my stance. Being able to hold my head high, even when everything around me was falling apart. Staying apart from Demetrius for the past three weeks had been brutal.

Okay, except the brief interlude in the Grand Hotel.

When he’d calmed me by ordering me with doggie commands, I’d suddenly known. Not only who he was, but that my instincts had been spot-on—he was someone I could be with.

I want to grab that special toy .

My mind continued to obsess about it. The one I focused on hadn’t been purchased at a pet store. Nope. Either a fetish store in Vancouver or over the internet.

After more contemplation, I slid from his grasp.

He murmured, but didn’t wake.

Man, he really sleeps after sex. Have to remember that. Frankly, I was a little flattered. That I’d wiped him out so thoroughly.

I knelt on the floor and lovingly collected everything.

I was certain he’d understood I wasn’t dismissing them when I’d summarily removed them.

I wanted to be ready for anything. A blow job and cuddling would’ve been challenging with all the wonderful things he’d brought for me.

He’d understood I had none of my old gear—and he’d been right.

After snagging the most precious of all the gifts, I grasped the bottle of lube from my nightstand, and I crept into the bathroom.

I removed my paws and my ears, then pissed, flushed the toilet, and then ran the water hot as I washed my hands.

The butt plug with the tail attached still in the wrapper, but I still ran it through the hot water for a bit.

Satisfied I’d basically sterilized it, I grabbed the lube.

The rest was just muscle memory—preparing myself, preparing the plug, inserting the—

Yep.

My previously neglected prostate was super happy.

I’d been ignoring him for about six years and he was now expressing his displeasure at that omission. I’d jerked off occasionally, but I hadn’t gone near the rest of me. Sometimes memories were just overwhelming, so I continuously shoved them away where they couldn’t hurt me.

Or so you told yourself.

Yeah, I was good at lying to myself. Deluding myself. Telling myself things that weren’t true. Like that I’d deserved what had happened to me. Like I was a bad person. Like no one would ever love me. Just as Jai. Let alone the man who liked to dress up like a pup and seek affection that way.

“Are you okay?”

I startled at Demetrius’s question. He was out of sight, clearly giving me space, but also concerned.

“Just a second.” I washed my hands thoroughly, then grabbed the bottle of lube. I glanced into the mirror. My cheeks were a little ruddy. My eyes were a little bright. But no tears. No recriminations or second thoughts. Nope, I’d made my decision, and I was okay with that. I opened the door.

He stood, naked, on the other side of the door. He was leaning against the doorjamb and waited patiently. “I didn’t want to interrupt…but you were gone a long time. I was hoping…” He took a deep breath.

I stepped into his space, wrapped my arms around his waist, and laid my head on his chest—over his heart.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped me in a bear hug. “Oh, Buttercup.”

“Will you take me to bed?”

He pulled back and gazed into my eyes. He feathered my already messy hair, then patted my rump above my tail. “I won’t ask you if you’re sure, because I’ve figured out what you were up to. Clever boy.” He pressed a kiss to my nose. “Let me do what I need to do and then I’ll join you.”

Inside, I did a little happy dance. Inserting the tail had been a risk.

Well, so had been greeting him naked when he’d first stepped into the bedroom.

Apparently both had been risks worth taking.

“I’ll be waiting, Daddy.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the stubble—dark with the odd white whisker.

I’d shaved before he arrived, so I was still smooth.

The contrast reminded me of the age difference, the Daddy difference.

I headed to the bedroom. In the end, I chose to face the headboard with my butt sticking in the air. My cock stiffened and my balls became heavy as I thought of all the things he was going to—

Condoms. Shit. I snagged a couple and dropped them onto the mattress beside me. I’d been tested several times since Gary the Gnat had turfed me.

God, I loved Daddy’s name for my jackass ex.

I’d also had a thorough physical before taking this job. All negative and completely healthy.

Assuming Daddy was too was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Did I hope to one day go bareback? Certainly.

Just not today. How long has it been for him?

Has he had lovers since Erlene? Men? Women?

None of my business, per se, but I wanted to know what he’d been through.

I wanted to be someone he could talk to.

“Oh, that’s the most beautiful sight.” His entrance had been silent.

Now, though, I felt a shift in the energy in the room. I wiggled my butt, feeling the tail swish against my thighs.

“Buttercup, you have the most glorious ass.” He grasped my cheeks in both hands.

I envisioned him—with his dark hands against my tanned skin. The stunning contrast we made. We’d lived such very different lives—and yet we’d somehow found each other. I still couldn’t fathom that.

He grasped the base of the plug and slowly rotated it.

My cock leaked a drop of precum onto the sheet.

“Pup likes that?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. I need you to make me yours. I need to belong to you.” For now and forever . Because I saw us together. I didn’t know if that meant I’d have a place in Keegan’s and Alaina’s life. I certainly hoped I would, but that would be up to Demetrius.

He slowly withdrew the plug almost all the way out, then gently slid it back in.

My prostate sang in pleasure. Heat raced to my cheeks and sparks exploded in my spine. “Please, Daddy…make me feel good.”

“Oh, Buttercup. You have no idea how happy that request makes me. Daddy will always take care of you.”

Did he realize what he’d said? Always was a big word. I’m ready…but is he?

Slowly, rotating gently, he removed the plug.

A feeling of bereavement overwhelmed me. Be patient. He won’t make you wait long.

And he didn’t. As I glanced over my shoulder, he tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on.

I faced front again.

The mattress dipped as he settled himself behind me. He squeezed my ass cheeks again, the nudged my hole with his cockhead.

“I can’t express how beautiful you are—inside and out.” He pressed into me. “And I’m so proud of you. You’re the best pup in the world.”

I’m not. I’m a flawed pup. A broken person. I don’t know if I can be the person you need me to be.

“Bear down, Buttercup. And remember to breathe.”

Because it hurt. It really hurt. Six years was a damn long time and although the plug had helped, it wasn’t nearly as big as Daddy. I’d noted his size and girth when I’d given him the blow job. Had imagined how he’d feel inside me.

And now I knew.

“Just a little bit now.”

His crown finished breaching me, and I let out a sigh of relief .

Again, in infinitesimal increments, he pressed into me. Then he’d pull back a bit. Then push farther. Each pass of his shaft over my prostate filled me with a pleasure I’d long forgotten.

He murmured, “I’m home.”

Yes, he was.

Truly.

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Good pup.” He grasped my hips and began thrusting and withdrawing. Over and over. He was chasing the same orgasm I was. Then he reached around to snag my cock. He jerked me to the same unrelenting rhythm he set. His breathing hitched. “Buttercup, I need you to come.”

Since I did as well, I let myself go. My balls drew up, and I spurted all over Daddy’s hand.

He thrust one last time and held himself still as he came inside me.

I fought to catch my breath.

He shuddered. “I, uh…”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, and with great care—as he did everything—he withdrew. He lay on the bed next to me and pulled me toward him.

I grabbed the comforter first, as the fan was moving the chilly night air, and cocooned us under it.

He spooned me.

I sighed.

“You’re…” He feathered his hand through my damp hair and then pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Damn, condom.” He shifted away and then, after a moment, returned. He pulled me even closer. “Do you think you can sleep?”

“Do you always fall asleep immediately after sex?”

“Uh…” A yawn. “Maybe. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Oh, really? I’m insulted. I’d like to think I wrung an orgasm from you that sapped all your energy and made you pass out.” I added a teasing tone to my voice.

“That you did.” Said on a yawn.

I pressed my hand to his thigh. “Sleep now, Daddy. We can talk in the morning.”

“Okay.” Yet another yawn.

I smiled to myself as I tried to subtly adjust away from the wet spot. We really should be showering and changing the sheets, but his firm grasp on me allowed me to slip into sleep as well.