Good morning, puppy.
Groggy headed, still plagued by sleep, your owner pulls you up into their lap, your back along their chest. Owner's head rests on your shoulder and they pepper your neck with soft kisses.
"Hey puppy." They coo, nipping softly at your ear lobe, catching it between their teeth and giving it a small tug. Their hands rub over your body, one over your stomach, the other dipping down below, down between your legs, fingertips teasing over your puppyparts.
"I've got a proposition for you, pup." They say. The tone says everything, you can practically hear the devilish grin curling their lips. Hands grab roughly, rub and finger, freely molesting your tired little body. You whine and squirm in delight, in growing desperation.
"You've got ten minutes before I have to start getting ready for work, pup. Think you can make a mess before then? It'd be a shame if I had to leave and you spent all day worked up, hm?"
Growing desperation? No, full blown now, the words clicked in your head plenty fast. Your hips roll and buck and you find, much to your dismay, the more effort you put in, the less your owner offers. They aren't going to leave you needing 'till they get home...
...are they?
