Pup (Bratt)

Chapter Nine: The Irony of Shower Sex

When Brian reentered the room, Matt was curled up in the crate, sad eyes trained to his master and never leaving. Brian had changed into more casual clothes, and carried Matt's tail in his hands, all clean and dried and fluffy again.

Matt wasn't in his headspace anymore, but he didn't say a word. He didn't want to get into any more trouble.

"You've been in time out for one hour." Brian peered into the crate at Matt. "Are you in your headspace?"

Matt shook his head.

"Do you understand why I've punished you?"

Matt nodded.

"Tell me."

"I-I chased ducks in the water when you told me not to and caused you to fall in with me." Matt bowed his head, "I'm sorry, Master."

Brian sighed. "You are forgiven. Just don't do it again, Matt, Jesus Christ. You're one rambunctious pup."

Brian opened up the crate. "You can come out now."

Matt climbed out of the crate, standing before his master, head bowed in guilt. Brian unclipped his collar. "I said you're forgiven, Matt, no need to look like I've beaten you."

Brian removed Matt's kneepads and fingerless gloves, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

"There." Brian sighed, "Now, you need to get clean. Come on. We'll take a hot shower together."

He took Matt's ears and dropped them off on the kitchen counter on his way to the laundry room. "Put your tail away." He said, handing it to Matt, "I fished it out of the water with some difficulty. Tomorrow we'll go to my cell phone provider and see if my phone is warranted. Speaking of phones, I've had your phone bills along with all of the mail you receive at your old address forwarded here. I'm covering the bill. I know many Dominants choose for their submissives not to have access to a phone, but I think that's crucial and important. I don't want to cut you off from the outside world."

Matt nodded, then went up to his room, putting up his tail.

He found Brian who was just starting the washing machine. Brian smiled, holding out his hand, which Matt took. They went up to the room that Brian had said was his room, and they went inside.

Brian's room was large, with doors leading out to a balcony that looked over the back yard. He had a big desk, which was covered with papers, and his bed was made nicely. Brian led Matt past the bed to the ensuite, gently pushing him inside. Brian reached into the shower and turned on the water, slipping out of his shirt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before pulling them down, and Matt watched, jaw agape. Brian looked up at Matt and smirked, tugging down his boxers. "Like what you see, puppy?"

Matt could only nod, and Brian stepped into the shower, pulling Matt under the warm spray and closing the sliding door behind them. Matt sunk to his knees before Brian, asking, "M-Master, shall I suck you?"

Brian chuckled, running his fingers through Matt's wet hair. "So eager to please, like a good submissive." He shook his head. "No, we're going to get clean. Then I think I might have my way with you against the wall."

Matt got to his feet, and Brian reached for the shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before working it into Matt's scalp. "Get my puppy all nice and squeaky clean." He murmured, kissing Matt's temple. Matt tilted his head back, eyes sliding closed as Brian's hands moved from his head to the base of his neck, to his collar bones, shoulders, down his chest. Brian paused for some shower gel before rubbing Matt's back, and Matt jumped when Brian smacked his ass with a sudsy hand.

Brian laughed and Matt did, too. He washed Matt from head to toe, even tickling his feet a little, before pushing Matt under the water to get him rinsed off. He handed Matt the shower gel and spread his arms. "Wash me off, pet."