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Griffin

I hadn’t planned on touching him.

I had wanted to continue as we had been, with him agreeing to do what I told him instead of making me force him… but it seemed like not having something to directly bribe or blackmail him with was going to cause problems. I was going to have to get out the mitts sooner rather than later, but for now…

He pulled back, away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he could get out of reach. I yanked one of his wrists behind his back, then the other, feeling the frantic pulse beneath my fingers.

“I’m sorry!” he yelped as I put a little bit of pressure on them. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to eat like I told you to?” I asked him. I already knew the answer…

Silence.

“Things are a lot more pleasant when you just do them,” I said, keeping those wrists in my grasp and marveling at how delicate they were. My hand was enough to hold them and keep them in place, no matter how much he squirmed .

At least he knew better than to try to fight me — for now, at least. I didn’t doubt that he’d go for a knee in my crotch if he thought he could manage it.

Just what he would do and where he thought he would go after… That was a different story altogether.

“Kneel down.”

“I can’t with you holding my wrists like that.” He was sulking like a spoiled child, and there was a part of me that could envision spanking his ass until he gave in. It was gorgeous, taut and with just enough mass to make grabbing them look positively appealing.

“If I let you go, are you going to do what I told you to?”

Silence again.

“Do you need me to help you?” I asked, and I made sure my voice was as gentle as if I really was talking to a puppy.

To my shock, he gave a small jerk of his head in a nod.

Oh, he really wasn’t enjoying having to do anything to himself. He’d rather envision me as the big bad guy while he was the innocent victim — and I guess he was.

I was torn.

On one hand, I didn’t want to break the rhythm we’d started to establish. On the other, I wanted my pup to know that I would be there to help him and guide him if he needed it.

“Just this once,” I warned him, going for the best option I could see.

He nodded again.

I helped him to the ground, not releasing his wrists. He squirmed harder, but a warning squeeze had him going still again.

“Eat.”

He hesitated, and I nudged him closer to the bowl.

Agonizingly slowly, he leaned down, trying to eat the slop and making a mess in the process. Maybe I was cruel for making something I knew would streak his face with gravy and sauce, but I still hadn’t forgotten him biting my arm the last time I’d tried to clean him up. This time, I’d watch more closely for hints that he was going to strike.

I didn’t want any more dog bites to explain to delivery people, after all.

He ate in silence, until he finally stopped, his breath coming quickly. “Okay,” he said. “Okay, I’m done.”

I looked dubiously at the bowl. He’d only eaten about half, but I could see where trying to eat was exhausting him. To put my foot down or… “A few more bites,” I compromised again.

He’d never have any idea just how many times I restrained myself from doing what I really wanted to do.

He groaned, but he begrudgingly dipped his head back down, forcing down a few more bites with more difficulty than he had the first part of his meal. I didn’t even have to put more pressure on his wrists.

Once he started obeying — like always — he seemed to fall into this natural progression where his response was to yield. All I had to do was get him there.

“Good boy,” I said.

When he finally finished eating those few bites, craning his head to look up at me with what could only be described as puppy eyes, I pulled him to his feet and let go of his wrists.

“Good boy,” I repeated.

He only cast me this weary look, though there was still enough poison in it to make it clear just how unhappy he was about the entire arrangement — not that I really needed to be told.

“Stay,” I told him. “I’ll get something to clean up your face,” I added unnecessarily — or at least, one day it would be, because he’d listen when I told him to stay without asking any questions about it.

I kept a wary eye on him as I walked out of the kennel, locking it in place before going to fetch a few baby wipes. I grabbed them and returned, beckoning him over to the side of the cell.

Reluctantly, he walked over to me, and this time when I wiped his face clean, he didn’t try anything.

He was already learning. There would always be consequences.

I could see him looking at the waterer, and I knew he wanted it. I knew he didn’t want to drink out of it while I was there.

I knew just as much that I didn’t care.

I wanted to see his lips wrapped around a cock, sucking and tonguing it as he tried to coax out what was inside. I wanted him to get used to the heft and the feel of it, so when I finally let him suck me…

He was going to be glorious at it.

The thought had me adjusting my pants to accommodate the growing erection.

How long could I go with just watching him and only touching him at times like tonight when he misbehaved so much that I had to show him the way? I didn’t know. I wanted to turn him over, to push him against the wall and fuck him, but I was trying so hard to be patient.

I wanted him to come to me, which meant I might well be waiting for a long time.

“Your hands, too,” I told him, cleaning those off as well.

I hadn’t wanted the mitts this early, but since he was going to cause trouble, I was going to have to make sure he obeyed me even when I wasn’t there. I didn’t want to have to supervise all of his meals — hot as it was to watch him bury his face in the bowl to try to get the food out. And I didn’t want to have to worry about him trying to get the waterer out of place.

There was the harness, too… But that could wait a little longer.

I went to the boxes, sorting through them until I found the one with the puppy gear. These mitts would be comfortable for his hands, but they would keep his fingers from stretching out. Even where there was a slight give, there was too much padding for him to be able to grasp anything.

He was going to hate them.

I, of course, was having another reaction entirely.

I returned to the cell with them in my hands, and his eyes widened. I was going to have to go in for the second time that night, and I just knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to slide my hands down his skin. I’d behaved so much so far, and I deserved to at least feel my new property…

And I would. After his next accessories were in place.

He backed away again, but there was nowhere to go but against cold concrete walls. He ended up at one of them, hissing in a breath when his back met the wall, and he stared hatefully at me.

“If you’re going to fight me, then fight,” I dared him.

His eyes darted past me to where the cell door was open. If he wanted to play a game of chase, he had another thing coming. I wouldn’t chase him, and he’d end up locking himself back in the kennel before long.

That didn’t mean I wanted to deal with it, but I could, and I would.

“Offer out your hands,” I ordered, watching him intently as I waited to see if he’d obey or try to make a run for it .

He, predictably, made a go at an escape attempt. My hand lashed out, grabbing him hard by the upper arm and pulling him close to me. If my other hand hadn’t been holding the mitts, I’d have felt him up then and there. I wished I could feel more of his smooth skin against mine.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, staring indignantly at me. “That hurts.”

“I don’t feel like watching you run yourself ragged trying to get away from me and out of here,” I told him mildly. I was a little disappointed because I’d thought maybe he’d realize how outclassed he was, but then, I had to admit the mitts were intimidating.

I pushed him against the wall, this time pinning him there with my much larger body.

He made another noise as his back pressed firmly against the wall, but I ignored it. I took one of his hands roughly into mine and forced it into the mitt, strapping it closed before doing the same with the other. One day, he’d leave them on because I told him to, but that day wasn’t going to be today.

Good thing I’d ordered mitts that had a spot for more of the little padlocks I’d bought.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw them, as he realized he would be able to gnaw at them with his teeth like a wild animal all he wanted… but he wouldn’t make any progress toward getting them off. The leather was stronger than his teeth, and he wasn’t going to chew his own arms off.

My little beauty wasn’t that much of a beast.

My hands slid down his sides, captivated by the sight of him, and I imagined the puppy ears he’d wear, the tail plug he’d have in his ass. I wished I could’ve watched him slide the plug inside, but I was going to have to be the one who did it since he’d just cost himself the use of his hands .

Then again… I wasn’t going to do everything for him, and he did need to let his hands breathe sometimes. No, I’d take them off to let him do his enemas and to make sure he was the one to seat that plug before I bound up his hands again.

I shivered, pressing against him and letting him feel my erection against his front through my jeans. “This is what you do to me,” I told him, the raw need in my voice surprising me. It had been so long since I’d touched anyone — since anyone had touched me, hideous as I was now.

My new pup had to be the exception to that. He had to be loyal, had to see me as his master instead of just some ugly, scarred bastard who was holding him captive. It would take time, but I had all the time I needed, whether I wanted to need it or not. I didn’t know how long it would take to flip his thinking, but I was determined to do it.

One day at a time, one step at a time, one humiliation at a time.

He couldn’t resist forever.