Only Keep You (Only Colorado Book 4)

by JD Chambers

  “Plan? You tie me up then fuck my brains out, because I need to get out of my head. Good plan.”

  I lean forward for the next bite, but he pulls it back at the last second. “Brat. Do you want to bring puppy play into it as well, or leave Blue out of it?” After asking the question, he finally lets me have my bite.

  “God, I want to be a puppy so bad right now. I can’t get my brain to click off.”

  I’m full enough now that I could easily shove the rest of dinner aside in favor of getting straight to the fucking, but Arthur holds one final bite for me. After I swallow down the food, I lap at his fingers and suck each one into my mouth to clean them off. Arthur puffs out a steadying breath that has my confidence and my dick growing by the second.

  “Once we’re finished, go get ready. I’ll get the ropes and everything set out here, but first I think you need a little playtime. Deal?”

  “Yes, Arthur.”

  Playtime is fun, but I’m really excited for the ropes. Charles taught us a sling tie during our session, which he said was actually a pretty basic tie to learn and also fit with my desire to feel surrounded and comforted by the rope. Arthur had requested learning how to do a hogtie, but since we are both beginners with ropes, Charles wanted something that would be comfortable for us both.

  I don’t linger in the bathroom like usual this time. I’ve got my gear on, with collar in hand for Arthur to put on me, in no time flat. When I return, Arthur has changed out of his work clothes and into sweats and a tank top. His back is to me as he places an emergency cutter onto my bedside table. And when he bends forward to set a rope onto the bed, the globes of his ass in those sweatpants make me want to drop to my knees then and there. I leave the collar on the coffee table and crawl behind Arthur, taking his sweats into my mouth and giving them a tug.

  Arthur’s hand flies back to keep his pants from exposing his ass, much to my great dismay, and I give a sad whine.

  “Bad dog, Blue,” he says, trying to keep a straight face and mostly succeeding. “I had presents for a good boy, but now I don’t know if you should get them.”

  I whine again, pulling the sound from the back of my throat.

  “Let’s try some training, then, and see if you can be good.”

  I bark and wag my tail.

  “And remember your safeword. You’ll let me know if anything we do makes you uncomfortable.”

  I try my best to convey my sincerity with my bark, and I can’t contain my joy when I get a “good boy” in return.

  Arthur reaches into one of his bags and pulls out a leather bone. He holds it out for me and I snap at it, but he jerks it out of reach.

  “Sit,” he says, but I’m still too distracted by the new toy, and he eventually leans down and presses on my ass. “Sit.”

  I sit on my haunches and get good boy scritches behind my ear.

  “Now, stay,” Arthur says and walks back to the couch and I follow behind, mesmerized by the perky globes flexing in his sweatpants. I want to tug on them again but remember that I’m trying to be a good dog.

  “No, Blue. Bad dog.”

  I whimper, because how did he know what I was thinking?

  “I said stay.”

  Oh, right.

  Arthur walks me back to the bed and issues the command again.

  “Stay, Blue.”

  This time, no matter how badly I want to follow behind that mesmerizing ass, I stay put.

  “Good boy,” Arthur says when he turns and sees I stayed in place.

  “Now, come.”

  My eyes widen and my whole body jerks, not sure what I’m supposed to do. He doesn’t mean …

  “Come here,” Arthur revises his command, patting his thigh. His voice shakes with barely controlled laughter. But that’s good, right? I’m making him happy. I’m a good pup.

  I prance over to Arthur, head held high and tail swinging in a rhythm that has my cock steadily leaking. Mmmm.

  “Sit, Blue.”

  I sit on my knees, wagging my tail, like a good boy. It makes Arthur laugh, a sound that fills me up like warm, gooey caramel.

  “Up,” Arthur says and pats the spot on the couch next to him. I can’t exactly sit, so I curl up onto my side and lean against the back of the couch, eager to see what my present is.

  Arthur lets me take the leather bone in my mouth as he reaches into his bag for something else. He holds up a small plastic bag which he opens and empties into his palm.

  “I had these made for you,” Arthur says as he holds them out for me. I drop the bone and peer down at his hand. Two silver discs that have the word “Blue” engraved into them, like real dog tags. “One for your collar, and another one that I thought you could put around a chain or a leather cord to wear as a reminder.”

  I snuggle down onto Arthur’s lap, only wishing it were possible to get even closer to him. My heart feels like it might explode with happiness.

  “Are they okay, Puppy?” Arthur asks, sliding his fingers across my hood in a soothing gesture.

  I nod and whimper, too overwhelmed, too owned with emotion to do much more.

  “You’re such a good boy. I’m going to attach it to your collar, okay, Blue?”

  I give him a soft yip and feel his lap shift underneath me as he reaches forward for my collar. I snuggle in further, feeling the effect that I’m having on him as a hard length nudges my head, until his hand caresses my bare neck.

  “Sit up, boy. Let’s put this on you. Sit, Blue,” he says with the commanding tone that hits every nerve ending from my scalp to my toes.

  I rise until my knees are digging into the crease between the couch cushions, which isn’t comfortable, but I don’t care. Arthur slides the collar, with my new tag, around my neck and fastens it. He leans forward and places a kiss at the hollow of my throat, where the metal disc now dangles, tickling my skin and setting off a round of goosebumps.

  “It looks … perfect.”

  I lean forward and lick a stripe up Arthur’s neck before settling back down onto his lap. He smells like sandalwood and something a little sweet, but tastes like Arthur. He picks up the leather bone and tosses it past the coffee table.

  “Don’t you want to play?”

  I want to snuggle and bask in the warmth and love I’m feeling right now. But even as I lie here, there’s a niggle in the back of my brain, that if I don’t bring back the bone, it will stay out there forever. That would be bad, wouldn’t it? I really should bring the bone back to Arthur. After one more longing nuzzle into the valley formed by his legs together, I roll off the couch and onto all fours, off to fetch a bone.

  Unfortunately, I can’t suppress the giggles at the thought, and I’m still snickering around the leather in my mouth when I return it to Arthur.

  I’ve done as he asked and now I want more snuggles, but just as I’m curled back into his lap, he throws the damn bone again.

  “Grrrr.”

  Arthur’s gasp is mostly believable.

  “Blue, did you just growl at me?”

  “Wruff.”

  “I thought you wanted to play with your bone?” Arthur’s lips tremble as he fights his own laughter.

  Oh, I’m going to play with my bone, alright. I bury my head into his crotch and lick at his bone through his sweatpants.

  “Oh fuck, no Blue, not that bone,” Arthur says. His squirming does him no good. I follow right along with his crotch like a good dog. It isn’t until he pops my ass that I lift up in surprise.

  “Bad dog,” Arthur says, his brows furrowed and his lips schooled into a frown, but his eyes dance with joy. “I think bad dogs need to be tied up, don’t you?”

  In my excitement, I forget what jarring movements will do to me, and scamper off the couch only to freeze as my tail pegs my prostate at that weird angle.

  “Hunghhh,” I moan, and try to adjust to the fireworks that send shivers up my spine.

  Arthur can’t control his laughter this time, and I give him a mournful whine. His hand caresses my
head, his palm so large my entire skull practically fits within it. Fuck, I love those huge hands.

  “My eager puppy needs to be more careful.”

  He guides me to the bed and onto my back with my knees up, turning the tail so that it can stay in place without constantly jarring my insides. As Arthur sets about wrapping the rope behind one of my knees, he constantly talks to me, tells me how good I’m being, and asks for barks to confirm that something isn’t too tight or too loose. His voice is solid, and it’s only because I’ve been around him enough now that I realize that his steady stream of words is not only meant to put me at ease but is also to help calm his own nerves.

  I know puppy play and bondage usually makes people think of doms and subs, but I like that it doesn’t have to be so intense. In fact, the more I learn about the kink community, the more I love that it doesn’t have to be what anyone expects except for us. I actually like knowing that Arthur’s quiet confidence can be stressed by his care and concern for me. That he’s a calming and guiding presence for me, but that he’s not going to be a total hard-ass. Maybe that makes us not true kinksters to some – cough online haters cough – but I love that we’ve found something that works perfectly for us.

  By the time Arthur has both knees tied and the ropes crisscrossing my shoulders in the back to form a sling that holds my knees up and in place, I am a puddle of goo. The ropes around my limbs feel as good as I had imagined, and the tie really is comfortable enough to let go and let gravity and the ropes do all the work. Arthur rubs a hand all over my chest, petting my belly in soothing strokes, making me fall further and further into bliss.

  Arthur leans over me and looks me in the eye. “I’m walking into the kitchen. You’ll be in my line of sight the whole time. I’ll never be more than five steps away, and I’ll be back in ninety seconds. If you are okay with that, give me a bark.”

  I bark.

  “Good boy.”

  I roll my head to the side to try to see what he’s doing, but that takes effort and I’m so fucking relaxed. Plus, I trust him. I can hear him moving about, so I rest my head back and let go.

  Ninety seconds later, not that I would have known the difference, Arthur returns. He grabs onto my thighs and pulls me until my ass lines up with the bottom edge of the bed. The relaxation starts to fade as a hand cups my jock strap. He pulls the jock down and tucks it behind my balls, giving him full access to my hard and leaking cock.

  With the slight sensory deprivation of the hood and not being able to freely move, I’m more aware of his location, his breath, his presence, and I feel the warmth near my cock seconds before anything touches my skin. Arthur sucks my head into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the ridge and then farther down, making sure to get my dick wet.

  It only lasts for a moment and then he’s gone, and I wonder if he plans to torture me like this all night, but before I have a chance to whine at the loss, I feel him near again. This time, however, seconds before contact, a frosty breath ghosts across my skin. When Arthur’s mouth closes around my cock, I can’t stop myself from shouting at the cold. Maybe I’m imagining that I can feel his lips quirk in amusement, but after I recover from the shock, I whine as he continues his onslaught with his cold mouth on my poor dick. Just when I’m finally beginning to recover as his mouth warms up, he goes away again.

  I tense up, waiting for a new round of cold, but this time Arthur’s mouth is near scalding as it envelops me. My muscles relax and my cock pounds at the pleasure found in that heat.

  But of course, Arthur isn’t content to let me relax, and he alternates between cold and hot until I have no sense of which is which any longer. I’m stuck on over-sensory mode, and everything causes me to respond and react. My head rolls back and forth in time with my moans. I have no idea if he plans on torturing me to completion or fucking me, but either way, I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose my mind.

  Finally, the torture stops, and Arthur’s hand replaces his mouth. As he strokes my aching cock, he gently removes the tail from my ass and soothes my hole with more slick. Then Arthur comes into my field of vision.

  “Shhh, Blue. You were such a good pup for me. So beautiful. Just relax. I promise you, no more torture,” Arthur says as he buries his face into my neck and pushes into me. The stretch and the burn are magnified, but right now, everything is intensified because of my overly sensitized body. His breath against my neck, his firm hand massaging the back of my head, the tickle of his pubes against my taint as he slides home.

  And once again, I relax and let go. Arthur’s strong hands manipulate my body how he wants it, controls it, lifts it, and I’m just along for the glorious ride. When I know I’m not going to last much longer, Arthur reaches for my cock, reading me like I’m his favorite book. He gives me three tight strokes before I explode all over my stomach and his hand.

  I came hard, so when I lose control of my limbs for a moment of recovery and relax into the ropes, I still feel supported and surrounded. They’re tight but soft, and if Arthur can’t be there to cradle me in this postcoital moment while he’s chasing his own release, at least I can still feel the cradle of the ropes.

  By the time my breathing and heart rate return to normal, Arthur is already taking care of me. He unties me like a carefully wrapped package and rubs some lotion into the places where the rope connected with my skin. I might be a little pink in places, but there are no rope burns. He removes my hood, after asking first, and feeds me water in slow sips.

  But most important of all, he cuddles me close. His skin tastes salty, because I’m a pup and I like giving licks. He’s still a little sticky from sweat, but I don’t mind a bit. We already discussed that Arthur would stay the night, so he only gets up long enough to flick the light switch off and returns to what I already think of as his spot in my bed.

  “Was that okay?” he asks.

  My eyes haven’t adjusted yet to the dark, so it feels like his voice surrounds me just as perfectly as his body.

  “’S perfect.”

  “So, I assume you’re still keeping me?” he whispers, but I fall asleep before I have a chance to respond.

  12

  Arthur

  I’m shocked that Dave doesn’t have his hood on, leaning his head out the car window like a real dog. He’s that excited.

  “I’ve never been to Pride,” Dave says, squirming in his seat. How he has this much energy this early in the morning is beyond me. We had to get up at the butt-crack of dawn in order to get to Denver and find our group in the parade lineup in time.

  When the Denver PAH asked if we wanted to join them in the parade, I thought Dave was going to piss himself, he was so excited. We’ve gone to a couple of training classes and become members, but when they invited us to march, I think it was a pretty defining moment for him. He didn’t even have to say a word. His body language screamed “I finally belong” for him.

  “I’ve never been to a Pride either, although I’ve been tempted to go home under the guise of a visit, just because I know DC has an incredible one.”

  “You’re from DC? How did I not know that?” He wrinkles his nose, like it’s the worst possible place I could have chosen to be from, as if it were actually a choice.

  “Maryland, but close enough. Don’t worry, my family isn’t there for political reasons,” I say, figuring that his aversion to politics, given what he’s shared with me about his dad, is the reason for his distaste. “My parents both work for the National Institute of Health.”

  “Ah, you’re descended from super-geniuses. It’s all coming together,” he says with a sage wink.

  I laugh and reach across the console to pinch his thigh, which earns me a playful slap.

  “Nah, I think my older brother got all the genius genes. Westley and I got three generations’ worth of leftover slacker genes.”

  “You are not a slacker. And you have an older brother too? I’m learning so much this morning.”

  “He’s older by about twelve minutes. He’s
my twin.”

  Dave gasps and clutches his chest.

  “You mean all this time, I could have been the filling of an Arthur-Arthur-clone sandwich and you’ve been holding out on me? Holy hot twin, Batman.”

  “You did not just say that.”

  “Pretty sure I did.”

  As we get closer to Denver, Dave’s leg starts to bounce in place and I put a hand over it to stop it.

  “Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I’m excited.”

  I grab his hand and bring it to my lips for a kiss, since I can’t do what I really want and give him a proper kiss.

  “I know. I’m excited too. Tired, but excited.”

  I find a spot in a paid lot, and Dave waits in the car while I feed the machine. There’s a long line, but everyone’s in great spirits and in festive colors, so I know we’re there for the same reason.

  Back at the car, I pop the trunk and help Dave turn into Blue. He’s been fretting over his outfit for weeks now, but I love it. And I know he loves it too, he’s just self-conscious. Hopefully, today will go a long way toward building his confidence.

  First things first; I slather my pup down with sunscreen. I’ve got a backpack that I’m bringing with us that has water bottles in a soft cooler, protein-rich “puppy” treats, sunscreen, and first aid. I feel like I have as much paraphernalia as if I were taking a real dog along.

  Next I help Dave fix his tail, and my mindset switches to thinking of him as Blue. We got him a public tail, since he couldn’t very well go around the parade with his ass plugged. It connects to a belt and I straighten it for him in the back, over his short leather shorts.

  Blue keeps his basic white t-shirt on, even though he posed shirtless for me when trying on his outfit at home. I clasp his collar, with his new “Blue” tag hanging in the front, around his neck. I know it’s important to both of us, even though it’s getting covered up by a blue bandana dotted with puppy bones.

  When we bought the bandana, Blue wouldn’t let go of it. He kept it clutched in his fist, barely allowing the cashier at the pet store to run it through the scanner. It’s also the only part of his gear that’s not designed specifically for puppy play. But he saw it through the store window when we were hanging out downtown, and I can’t say no when he gets that look.