The door creaks open and my ears perk up, rear wiggling back and forth as it opens further and he walks in, stripping his jacket off and kneeling down.
I pounce, barking and licking his face eagerly.
He laughs, letting it go on for a few minutes before gently pushing me off. "Down, puppy. Yes, yes, I know you're excited to see me; I'm glad to see you too. Now fetch."
He snaps his fingers and I scramble down the hall into the living room, zeroing in on his slippers and biting down on the toes, lifting my head at the same time and grinning as the well-worn shoes dangle from my mouth.
I pad down the hall, slippers aloft and triumphantly drop them at his feet.
He ruffles my hair, softly squeezing the nape of my neck under the collar.
"Good boy," he murmurs, sliding his feet into the slippers and walking down the hall into the living room. "Come on, puppy. Let's relax after a hard day of work."
I let out an arf and follow him, watching as he flops down on the couch, hunting around for the remote and turning on the TV. He glances down at me, winding his fingers through my hair and I lean into his touch, purring happily.
"Silly puppy," he says softly, patting the cushion next to him. "Up."
I clamber onto the couch, settling my head on his thigh.
"There's a good boy." He runs his fingers through my hair, grinning as I burrow my face closer into his thigh. "You're just the cutest puppy, aren't you?"
I let out a muffled bark and wiggle my ass in the air.
"Yes you are," he coos. "You are the cutest puppy." He runs his hand down my back, squeezing my rear.
I squirm, rolling over onto my back and looking up at him, letting out a low whimper.
He chuckles. "Puppy doesn't get a bellyrub until he speaks."
I bark, the sound ringing throughout the living room and he laughs, skimming his fingers over my stomach before kneading the soft flesh. I groan low in my throat and arch my back, pressing into his hands.
"Puppy just loves his bellyrubs doesn't he? Mmm, roll over and I'll give my puppy a nice thorough rubdown."
I let out a small bark and roll over, looking back over my shoulder at him expectantly.
"Arf?"
He chuckles. "Hold on, hold on, you silly thing. Let me get your shirt off."
I sit up and let him unbutton my shirt, sliding it down my shoulders and draping it over the other arm of the couch, before flopping back down onto my stomach.
He grins down at me, ruffling my hair before moving down to the nape of my neck, squeezing the flesh.
"Mmm, puppy's all tense. The poor thing," he says, squeezing down my upper back and I groan.
"Good boy." he presses into my shoulders, slowly moving down, rubbing hard into my skin and I squirm a little. He swats my ass. "Quit squirming, puppy."
I whine and try desperately to stop my body from squirming as his hands skim my sides.
He chuckles. "Oh-ho, looks like my puppy's ticklish, hmm?" His fingers dig in deeper and I fail at trying to hold my body still, squirming anyway, trying in vain to evade his fingers.
"Such a squirmy puppy, isn't he? Oh yes he is." He pulls his fingers out from my sides and licks a stripe down my skin, ending at top of my hole, dragging his warm tongue around the edge. "I love it when I make my puppy squirm."
I whine, arching my hips against him. He hums, pulling off and straddling me, pinning my wrists above my head.
"Puppy's awful noisy tonight. I think I should do something about that, don't you?"
Another whine and I shake my head, tongue lolling out of my mouth. He gets off, nudging at me to turn over, and I obey, watching as he straddles me again, his precome soaked boxers held aloft.
"Yeah I'm definitely going do something about my whiny puppy," he says, pressing his wet boxers against my lips. "Open up, puppy."
I let out a whimper as he pushes the boxers past my lips, the salty sweaty taste hitting my tongue and I groan.
"There's a good boy, these'll keep you nice and quiet now."
"Hmph." He ruffles my hair, grinning down at me and rolling his hips. "Mmmm-mmf!"
"Oh puppy likes that does he?" I arch my hips against his needily, muffled whimpers escaping my mouth. "Oh yes he does."
He reaches down and squeezes a nipple and I gasp against the boxers. He smirks, doing it again to the other one, rolling the nub between his fingers.
"I know my puppy likes it when I do this." He leans forward, cupping a breast in his hand and dragging it closer to his mouth, darting his tongue out and licking the nipple.
I moan around the gag, drool soaking the already damp fabric and buck up against him, feeling his hard cock through his sweats.
He groans back in response, grinding his hips down.
"Gotta get these off, puppy. Then maybe I'll fuck you, slide my cock in real deep, make you take it all, leave you wide open and covered in lube, get you all slippery, slip my dick in between your thighs 'til you're covered in come or maybe I'll get even closer, let you suck my dick, paint your face with my seed. Bet you'd love that, puppy."
I whine, nodding my head eagerly.
He pauses, still on top of me. "Let's see. You can't speak, I made sure of that, so I guess you could hold up your fingers?"
I groan behind my gag and hold up two fingers.
"You're terrible," I tell him, voice muffled.
He laughs, ruffling my hair and getting off me.
"I'll get the lube, puppy. Be right back."
"Mmmph!"
"Oh right your gag. Well all the precome's probably been sucked out of it by now so I guess I can take it out. And I do like hearing you fully." He tugs the boxers out of my mouth and I move my jaw, grinning at him.
"The lube?"
"I'm going, I'm going." He walks out, humming contentedly.
And comes back in, bottle of lube held in his hand. "Got it! Let's have some fun, puppy."
"Finally."
