Settling in

Of course, people around the office suspected something was up when you spent most of your time in Dillon's office (not to mention the collar). Every morning, you were there, your face buried between her legs. You'd told Aubrey, but she felt as hopeless as you. There wasn't much she could do in this case except back off. But she promised she'd figure something out, she just needed you to wait.

Waiting, then, was far more active than you'd imagined. And expensive. Dillon was not a cheap date; she wanted the fanciest and nicest things. She made you take her out to lavish restaurants and buy her the nicest clothes. But, even with all of that, you had an odd feeling. You'd expected her to ramp up the bitchiness and treat you like some toy, but she seemed focused on you. There were no other men; you were the only one she got her pleasure from. The outfits you bought were also worn exclusively with you. You supposed that was a good thing; you were exclusive to her and she was exclusive to you.

Of course, you'd rather not have to be in this situation with her altogether. The dates were awkward at first. Dillon could talk a lot about almost anything, not even relating to your... unique relationship. You began to become more comfortable in your conversations with her, chiming in where you could. When you agreed with her or praised her, she would even call you a good boy. You weren't sure why that was such a turn on for you, but she certainly knew how to get you wound up.

Things became more complicated on weekends when you didn't have the excuse of work to give your wife. Dillon demanded all of your attention. When you had free time, she wanted you with her. Even when you didn't have free time, she wanted you there. The first Saturday she made you spend with her, you ended up spending the day at her apartment.

"It's not much, puppy, but it's mine," she said, leading you in. That was the name she'd given you: Puppy. You were her pet. Honestly, you'd even completely forgot about the collar that you wore around your neck for her. "Just like you. Except there is plenty there," she giggled, rubbing your crotch.

Even though she said she would be the only one you were to have sex with, you hadn't had the luxury yet. In fact, she'd made you avoid cumming all week. "You've been such a good boy, John, I think it's time you get to have a reward. I'll let you decide: do you want my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?"