Free Pup by SJD Peterson

shutting down the club for a couple of weeks?”
“Unbelievable,” Tackett growled, exasperation evident and starting to rise.
    “Wait!” He grabbed Tackett’s forearm and pulled him down. “I was asking because that means I don’t have to work for a while and I was going to suggest you give me a chance. A trial,” Micah pleaded. “I’m not saying it will work. I mean, I’m pretty sure it will. I know I really, really want this.”
    Micah held his breath while Tackett stared at him, silently begging the man to say yes. After a long, drawnout moment, Tackett still hadn’t responded, and he added, “Aren’t you at least a little bit interested in exploring if our wants, our kinks are compatible?”
    “I’m not saying yes, mind you,” Tackett said sternly. “However, I’m open to discussion.”
    Micah felt the tension flow out of the muscle of Tackett’s arm, letting him know he’d gotten his way, and sighed silently in relief. At least for now. It would be up to him to convince the man to say yes. Micah relaxed into the corner of the couch.
    “Okay. I’ve told you about some of my limits. What about you? Might as well put those on the table first, make sure there are no deal breakers, so to speak.”
    “I don’t have any.”
“Really?” Micah asked, curious.
    “Really. My job is to find your limits and push them, not the other way around. And yet, why can’t I help but think you get off on pushing your Doms to their limits?”
“I don’t. I swear.”
    Tackett arched a brow at him, gave him a look that would make Mother Theresa confess to wrongdoings. Damn, how does he do that? “Okay, maybe I push a little on purpose. You do remember the whips, clips, canes, pain, sticks, dicks comment right? Notice how many involve discipline?”
“Yet you’re not a pain slut.” “Nope. I mean, yeah, I like the high
    I get from it when it’s part of a scene, but I also need it to have purpose. Most Doms I’ve played with don’t get that concept.” He shrugged. “They think my shenanigans are meant to push them to spank me. If a Dom is serious, is good at what he does, then he’d be able to control my antics, whether intentional or unconscious. I haven’t met a Dom yet that could tell the difference or control me.”
“And that’s your ultimate goal?” “Of course. Well, that and some good hard-core sex on a regular basis.”
    A thoughtful expression crossed Tackett’s features. He then patted Micah on the knee before standing. “C’mon. Let’s get the breakfast dishes cleaned up. I want to take you somewhere.”
    Micah scrambled off the couch and quickly followed Tackett. He hoped they were going somewhere that would involve him being bound, naked, and his ass a pretty shade of red. But he didn’t ask, figuring he’d pushed Tackett far enough for one morning. But that didn’t mean he didn’t say a naughty little prayer or wish for it really, really hard.
Chapter 8
     
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EANING against the sales counter, Tackett followed Micah’s movements as he explored Vibes, the local adult toy store, paying attention to the items Micah passed over quickly and those that held his interest. Micah touched everything, like the steel cuffs, but Tackett was learning the younger man’s likes and dislikes by the way Micah touched things. Micah might have skimmed his fingers over the plain metal cuffs, but he picked up the heavy leather ones, testing the weight of them in his palm, caressing the leather before setting them down. Micah’s preference hinted the man liked to know he was bound.
    Micah moved to an impressive display of dildos and plugs. It didn’t surprise Tackett in the least when Micah began picking up one then another. What surprised him were Micah’s choices. He skipped right over the small rubber and vinyl ones to handle the larger glass dildos, holding them up to view the way they reflected the light, touching the cool glass to his cheek. He then chose one of the heavy metal