Five ~ Amber
That cab ride to Diamond’s place was unlike any other cab ride I had ever experienced.
We sat side-by-side, nothing touching but our thighs. There was no conversation, not that I had a clue what I’d say right now other than ‘Yes Bitch!’ as I pumped the air with a fist. Still, the silence was weird; not creepy weird, just out of the ordinary weird. I snuck peeks at Diamond sitting beside me, at ease with the world, an ankle resting on a knee, his ice blue gaze on Colchester passing by. I wiggled around, excitement racing through me.
“Sit still, Pup,” he said, just once, and in a tone that brooked no disobedience. My already stiff dick pulsed with want. I nodded, forced myself to not wriggle, and studied the back of the cab drivers head before glancing at Diamond. David. His name was David. What was his last name? Would he tell me? Would he really collar me? God, I hoped so. I ached to have him touch me, command me, praise and pet me, and then fuck me so hard I passed out when I came. “You’re fidgeting again, Amber.”
I caught the quick intake of breath through his teeth. “Sit still, keep your tongue, and get into the headspace you’ll need for what’s to come.”
My imagination went wild. I did my best to sit quietly as we rode along, the steady beat of a Kendrick Lamar song filling the yellow taxi. My brain kicked into overdrive as we neared his house. There was no way I was in the place I needed to be mentally. We pulled to the curb. Diamond slid out, then held the back door open for me. That was classy. I exited the cab, thanked him nervously, then enjoyed the way the streetlight made his silver hair glow. My fingers itched to feel it again, but that would be too bold.
I waited as he tipped and made small talk. What he could possibly be chatting about with a cabbie, I had no clue. Finally, after what seemed like a hundred years, he straightened, gave me a look, and then walked past me. I fell in directly behind him, trying my best to tamp down my exuberance and desire to remember my role here. Eyes on the path, then the stairs, and then on the floor of his vestibule. The door clicked shut. My dick throbbed with want.
“Go upstairs to the guest room. Strip off your clothes, they smell like desperation, and then kneel on the floor, ass on heels, until I come up. Put only your mask on.”
“Sir.” I looked up, confused a bit. All my puppy play clients were my master or handler. One dark eyebrow climbed up his brow. “Is there a problem?”
“No, Sir. I just…I’m not used to the term. My puppy play clients—”
“I’m not a puppy play sort. Now do as you’re told. Pup.” He chucked my chin gently. I nodded then ran up the stairs. “Walk please,” he called up the stairs.
I slowed, gritting my teeth as I climbed each stair like some old dude with a bad hip. Once I hit the top riser, I rushed into the guest room, closed the door gently, and tore my clothes off. My zipper stuck. I danced around in circles, fighting with my zipper, until it finally freed up. Down my jeans and underwear went. I had to kick off my sneakers to get out of my jeans and briefs. I tossed the garments wherever, dug out my puppy mask and slid it on, then sat on the floor by the end of the bed. A nightlight glowed a few feet from me. It was one of those fancy ones that made a puff of scent every so often. This one smelled like a lilac bush my grandmother had in her backyard. I missed her a lot. More than anyone else from my former life.
I sat back on my heels, prick hard as an iron rod, mind spinning sexual scenarios just like that little troll spun straw into gold. Time ticked by slowly. My legs were numb, my patience shredded, my cock leaking precum steadily when the doorknob rattled. I sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flying from the head of my dick to Diamond. He’d not changed his clothes or taken them off. The man was just as he had been over thirty minutes ago when he’d told me to come up here. Black jeans, ebony shitkickers, a white shirt tucked in but unbuttoned.
“Aren’t you a pretty boy?” he asked, walking to me. I closed my eyes and let my chin fall to my chest, my pulse doubling with anticipation. He slid his fingers into my hair. A sound of contentment floated out of me. I could smell him now. The warm scent of his skin mingled with a dark spice cologne. It was perfectly Diamond, that smell. “Such a sweet pup. I have something for you.”
Eyes closed, I tipped my head back, nudged at his hand, and then lapped a wet line across his palm. That gesture turned him on. He presented his hand to me, just as one would a stray dog. Knowing this game well, I licked his fingertips. I dared a glance upward. His jaw was set, his pupils so fat no blue could be seen. I nipped at his middle finger. His lips quirked up at the corners.
“I’m not sure you’ve been a good enough pup to get be given a reward. You were disrespectful to my friend.” I whimpered. “Speak to me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“When you see Micah next, you’ll apologize properly.”
I bobbed my head. “Yes, I will.” He flicked my ear gently. “Sir. I will, Sir.”
“Such a pretty boy.” His praise made me feel giddy. I needed more. I wanted more. He tapped at my knee with the toe of his boot. “Spread your legs. Sit on the floor now.”
Moving was a relief, even if the pins and needles were uncomfortable as hell. They soon passed. Diamond walked to the corner of the room, his back to me, and pulled a plain black leather collar from his front pocket. My balls drew up at the sight. Blowing a nut just seeing that collar was a real possibility. He sat down, crossed one leg over the other, then laid the thick collar over his thigh with care. The jingle of the buckle and my hot pants the only sounds in the room.
“Are you where you need to be, Pup? In your sub space?” He tapped his temple, his eyes never leaving me. I nodded. He studied me closely. “If I collar you tonight, it means nothing more than a friend helping out another friend. When you’re done, I take the collar off and I go to my room while you sleep here. Tomorrow morning, the cab we took here will pick you up at six sharp and take you home. Don’t read anything into this.” He patted the collar draped over his thigh. “Do you understand. Amber?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand.” I understood that he thought this was not going to lead to something deeper. It would. It had to. I loved him too much to let one night be all there would ever be.
“Good. Come here, Pup.” He slapped a muscular thigh. A shudder ran over me. Pushing to my hands and knees, I made my way to him, the soft glow of the nightlight moving over me as I closed the distance. I felt his gaze on me. Assuming he was, at his core, like my puppy play clients even if he said he wasn’t, I placed my chin on his knee. His hand came to my head, his long fingers carding through my hair. My eyes drifted shut as I breathed in and locked down every detail that I could. The feel of his fingers in my hair, the sound of his breathing, the smell of his cologne. “I want you to sit on my lap facing away from me.”
I hurried to comply, my bare ass settling nicely on his thighs, my balls falling between the gap of his legs. A low groan fell out of me when he leaned up, kissed the nape of my neck, and then placed the collar around my throat.
“Ah, Sir, thank you,” I whimpered as he pulled the leather snug around my neck then ran a finger under it to check it wasn’t too tight.
“This has been worn by others,” he informed me, his voice thick and smoky. “It’s not a symbol, Pup. Now, lean back. Rest on me.” I did as he asked. His hands slid down my chest, one finding my balls, the other my cock. I arched into his fist. He gave my nuts a hard squeeze. “Don’t forget your place, Pup.”
A soft whine was my reply.
“Jesus,” he coughed. “Be quiet now.” He stroked me roughly, palming the head of my cock. “Sit there, do not move, do not say a word.”
A weak whimper escaped. Then the edging began. How he knew this was something I needed more than oxygen I had no idea, but he did. He fondled my balls, tickled my dick, and then left them to dangle in the wind as he plucked at my nipples for an eternity. I writhed and bit down on my lip until I tasted the metallic tang of blood.
“Stand up.” I was well past questioning; I just did as my master bid. “Bend over.” I grabbed my ankles. The crack to my ass was such a shock that I yelped, even though it wasn’t really painful. I mewled in pleasure, which got a soft snort from Diamond. “Sit down.” I did, quickly, mad crazy to get his hands back on me. The sting lingered pleasantly when I settled back to his lap. “Sit still. Do not make me remind you of who’s in charge again.”
I panted and whimpered, unsure if this was my scene now or creeping into his world. I remained silent as he’d told me not to speak, although he spoke to me as if wanting a reply. His fingers slid between my legs, one lone finger finding my taint and pressing on it as he rubbed his palm up and down the bottom of my cock.
“Are you close?” He sounded as winded as I was. The bulge of his erection was pressed into my lower back. Unable to make words, I replied by turning my head to look into his eyes. His brow was damp, his eyes hooded. Kissing him was all I could think of, but the mask made that nearly impossible. His fingers skimmed my hole. His fist pumped my dick. My orgasm rode me down hard. Tremor after tremor shaking me to bits as I coated his hand with spunk. He used it well, working the slick over my cock then finding my ass and rubbing the edges with a fingertip. I yelped again, another wave of release flowing over me. I collapsed back into him, my arms dangling over the sides of the chair, my head resting on his shoulder. “Easy now, Pup.” He kissed my ear, my cheek, and then my throat and shoulder.
“Thank you…Sir,” I whispered then tried to turn and cuddle into his lap. He was having none of that. He held me firmly in place, my back to his chest, his arms like steel bands. We sat there for several minutes like that, my breathing slowing, as he held me tight. Then, as if someone hit a light switch, he stood, nearly dumping me to the floor.
“Kneel.” I dropped to my knees. Fingers slick with my cum, he removed the collar then rubbed my cheek. “Go to bed.”
He walked out. Just. Like. That.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I muttered to the back of the door. Looked like he wasn’t going to make this easy, but that was okay. I had time. All the time in the world, actually. He’d come around. He had to. How was I supposed to live the rest of my life without my heart?