Free Pup by SJD Peterson Page A

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    “That boy is a curious one.” “That he is, Dean. That he is.” Dean Cantrell owned Vibes and
    catered to many of those in the lifestyle. If Dean didn’t have it in the shop, he could get it. No matter how strange or unusual the request, it never fazed him. After running Vibes for over twenty years, he’d probably heard and seen it all.
    “Well, I’ll be damned,” Dean called and slapped a hand down on the counter. “I never thought I’d see the day when Tackett Austin would settle down. Hell must have frozen over.”
    Tackett gave Dean a hard glare. “You still haven’t.”
“Oh dear God. Is that beautiful sensualist available? Where do I sign up?”
I’ll send you to hell in a hurry if you touch him , Tackett thought. The incensed feeling that instantly made his blood boil shocked him with its intensity. Tackett turned back to Micah, not wanting his old friend to see how affected he was.
“I’m considering taking him on, trying to get a feel for the boy. I’ll let you know if it doesn’t work out,” he said neutrally.
“The fact that you brought him here says you’re more than considering. The tone of your voice also speaks volumes.”
Damn, and he’d thought he’d done well covering his ire. He was slipping, and now was a very bad time for that to be happening. “You know me too well, Dean.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not stupid enough to try and steal him away. I think it’s great. It’s about time you stopped burying yourself with work and started thinking more about your personal needs. You’ve been alone far, far too long.”
“Jesus, you’re right. Hell just fell to subarctic temps, since I’m pretty sure you just sounded like my mom.”
Dean laughed heartily and slapped him on the back. “How is the wonderful Mrs. Austin these days?”
“Still calling me weekly to complain about the lack of grandchildren.” He gave Dean a grin. “She’s great. She and Dad are traveling abroad. I’ll be sure to tell her you were asking about her.”
Dean was less than favored by Mary Austin, and that was putting it mildly. To this day she still blamed Dean for perverting her baby boy, no matter how many times he’d assured her it was the other way around. Damn smut seller , she’d called Dean when she found out what he did for a living. It hadn’t mattered that it was Tackett who had introduced Dean to the previous owner of the shop.
“Only if she’s taken her blood pressure medication,” Dean chuckled. “Uh oh.” He nodded toward Micah. “You might want to pay attention, your boy is checking out the paddles.”
Micah was tapping a wide leather paddle with silver studs against his palm. “Yeah. I think I’ll go see if he has any questions.”
He left Dean laughing behind him.
“Why this one?” he asked, coming up behind Micah and looking over his shoulder.
“It’s heavy. The spank would be firm, thuddy, and the studs would give it that extra hot sting enhancing each slap.”
“Are you imagining it on your ass?” he whispered against Micah’s ear. “Imagining yourself naked, bent across my lap?”
Micah took in a sharp breath. “Yes.”
“Would you like that, Micah? Your hard cock pushing through my thighs with each slap?”
“God, yes, Sir.” Micah looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Very much so.”
Tackett reached around Micah to touch one of the studs. “These could also offer a cooling sensation when rubbed across a newly spanked ass.” He took the paddle from Micah. “I like it too.” He pressed his growing erection against Micah’s ass, emphasizing just how much. “Pick any two items you want and meet me at the counter.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Micah started to pull away, but Tackett held him tight, grinding his hips. “And Micah?”
“Ye… yes, Sir?” he groaned, swaying a little.
“Don’t take too long. I can’t wait to get you naked and play with our new toys.”
He left Micah to his task, smiling as he headed back to the front, confident the