Free Pup by SJD Peterson Page B

man would now focus on his job without any problems at all.
It didn’t surprise Tackett that moments after handing the paddle to Dean, Micah came running up behind him, flushed and breathing hard with apparent excitement.
Micah offered Tackett his chosen items. “Here, Sir. I’m ready!”
Tackett accepted the heavy cuffs and large metal plug. “I’m impressed, pup.” He inspected the plug. It was large and very heavy. Like the cuffs, Micah would feel the weight, know it was there. He was thoroughly going to enjoy using all three items. Then he remembered the glass dildo Micah had seemed to have a fancy for.
Tackett handed the items to Dean, who had a large Cheshire-cat grin spread across his face. “For being such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward. Go grab that glass dildo you were eyeing.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Micah said, already racing to the display.
“Okay, I take it back,” Dean said slyly, wrapping their purchases in brown paper and setting them in a bag.
“Take what back?” he asked absently, watching Micah’s ass. The things he was going to do with that perfect sweet backside.
“That amazing creature was worth waiting for. You are one lucky son of a bitch, my friend.”
Micah held up the glass dildo, a triumphant smile on his face, and then practically ran back toward him. “That I am, my friend.” He planned on getting a whole lot luckier when they got back to the penthouse.
M
EAN . Mean. Mean.
    That’s what Tackett was. Mean! Mean and hateful and Micah wanted to wipe that smug smile off the big mean Dom’s face.
    Ugh!
“You sure you don’t want one?” Tackett asked, holding out a cream puff. “They’re quite delicious.” He emphasized his words by licking his fingers with a loud smacking sound.
Micah crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “No, thank you, Sir.” He refused to look at Tackett or the four items lying on the coffee table in front of him.
He’d been so damned excited after leaving Vibes, he could barely breathe. Now only his dick was still excited, the bastard refusing to go down, throbbing and weeping. The rest of him wanted to scream. Maybe throw a shit fit. The only thing his head and cock agreed on was they both wanted to spew—one in the fun, wet, and moaning kind of way, and the other with ugly profanities.
On the way back, he hadn’t minded when Tackett suggested they stop and have a late lunch. He’d been hungry, considering the small breakfast he’d had. However, Micah hadn’t been particularly happy when the man had chosen a popular deli where they had to wait thirty minutes in line, and then dine in. After all, a fast food drive-thru would have taken less time. He hadn’t complained. And he’d continued biting back his protest when Tackett wanted to stop and pick up a few groceries, even though the bag with the plug and paddle was at his feet, brushing against his leg. Nope, he’d been good and followed Tackett down every fucking aisle with a smile on his face.
Did they return to Tackett’s house after leaving the food mart? Oh no! They had to stop by Micah’s apartment to pick up clothes. Pack enough for a couple days, he had said. Yeah, he hadn’t wanted to pop his roommate Joe in the nose when he wouldn’t shut the hell up and let Micah just grab his clothes and run out the door. With his toys and a sexy, mean Dom sitting out in the car, Joe thought it was all-important to tell him about the superintendent’s plans to run new wiring. How they would be without power for at least twenty-four hours. Who cared? Ever heard of a candle?
Micah stole a look in Tackett’s direction and scowled. Cream puff? Really? Help me put away the groceries, Micah. I think I’ll put on a pot of coffee. Would you like some, Micah? Cream puff, Micah? UGH!
    How long did it take to eat a fucking cream puff? They had new toys, dammit! Micah blew out another frustrated huff.
“Last one,” Tackett said, offering him the dessert.
    “No, thank you,