All Bark No Bite
written for my beloved @silvernight-m 😘🩵
Kind of a continuation of my puppy!Jake fic.
Marc with puppy ears, collar, leash and a tail plug needs a bit of persuasion to really get into the puppy mindset but once he does...
AO3
tags: established relationship | gn!reader | pet play | puppy play | cock cage | Dom!reader | sub!Marc | edging | orgasm control | hand job | pillow humping
ships: Marc Spector/reader
word count: 2.7k
"Come on," you mumble in annoyance.
You pull on his leash twice in quick succession but he does not move. Either by embarrassment or pure stubbornness Marc turns his head away from you. It does not make him look any more dignified given he his on his hands and knees, a collar around his neck, a tail plug fit snugly in his ass and the fluffiest puppy ears placed on his head.
He feels ridiculous and yet his cock is as hard as a rock.
"You would be adorable if you weren't so goddamn stubborn, Marc," you tease, pulling on the leash again.
"I'm not adorable," he counters grumpily.
"Well, you would totally not be adorable if you actually let me lead you with the leash."
He slowly turns his head up towards you simply so you can see his unimpressed face. As if some cheap reversed psychology would work on him.
You sigh deeply, shoulders sagging as you look down at him.
"If you really don't want to do this…" you trail off, your teasing bravado exchanged for genuine concern.
Marc curses mentally. He didn't want to worry you. He just-
"Green. I'm good," he answers softly, "I just…need more force if that's ok?"
Your demeanor brightens instantly.
"Absolutely. Want me to manhandle you more?"
He nods quickly, feeling almost a bit too eager to feel your hands on him. With a pleased smile you once again tug at his leash, a lot harder this time. The force makes him stumble forwards, the pull on his collar taking his breath for a second. You laugh quietly and it sounds just close enough to being condescending that it makes his hard cock twitch. With an iron grip on the leash you pull him over to the couch which is suspiciously empty except for one single pillow.
"Up," you order, pointing at the couch. Marc looks at you with a raised eyebrow but instead of getting worried you just watch him expectantly. Slowly he places one hand on the couch while maintaining eye contact with you. When you give no more than an encouraging nod Marc crawls up on the couch, feeling a bit awkward being on his hands and knees on the plush cushions.
Marc stares at you, waiting for you to continue bossing him around or finally manhandling him like he had asked you to earlier. Instead you return his gaze expectantly. After what feels like 10 minutes but might have just been one you sigh dramatically as if disappointed that he can't read your thoughts.
"Silly puppy," you mumble, stepping closer and putting your hands on his hips. With more force than needed you push his hips down against the lone pillow draped on the couch. A groan catches in his throat as his hard cock drags against the soft pillow.
"I don't have to teach you how to hump a pillow, do I?"
Marc swallows hard, slowly rolling his hips against the silk-covered pillow. He chokes on a curse as a tremor runs through his body, the friction against his cock making him start to feel lightheaded.
Apparently unsatisfied with his performance you kneel behind him on the couch, your pelvis pressed against his ass, guiding his movements, steadily increasing speed.
"I can't believe I have to teach you how to hump a pillow. You're truly the dumbest puppy I have ever seen."
A needy whine escapes his throat. There is a fire burning low in his belly, stroked by your delicious cruelty. Marc lets you guide him, his body following your motions mindlessly. Slowly he is losing himself to the simplicity of it, to follow instead of thinking and acting for himself. An obedient dog following its Master.
The tension drains from his shoulders, his head falling back in pleasure, resting on your shoulder, his mind cleared from any stray thoughts. All he feels, all he can focus on, is your body keeping him steady and the delicious drag of his cock against the pillow.
"Feels good, doesn't it?“ you coo in his ear, "But not as good as I do."
Marc's thoughts are immediately turned towards feeling you surround him, the heat and tightness as he pushes into you; memories flooding his mind. A groan spills from his lips.
"Please, fuck," he curses, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog, "Please, let me come."
Suddenly your movement stops, halting his frantic humping with it. Marc whimpers in desperation.
"No," you answer simply.
His head falls back, resting on your shoulder, giving you a good look down his chest and lower to his hard cock pulsing against the pillow, begging for release.
You step away from him smoothly, "I am going to get something. You are going to stay here and don't move." You pull his face towards you, grabbing his chin and letting your thumb brush against his lower lip, "Understood?"
He gasps wetly and nods. You smile at him reassuringly and pet his head like the good puppy he is.
The second the door falls closed behind you Marc falls forward onto his hands and knees, his hard cock still resting against the pillow, begging for friction. Every second you're gone feels like hours, hours where all Marc can think of is the pulsing of his cock, the tightness of his balls. He is so close. He just needs a few more thrusts. Just a little more.
Without his conscious permission his body moves on his own, slowly grinding his length against the pillow. The softness reminds him of your skin, your thighs, the way your hand wraps around him. It's so easy to get lost in the fantasy, to lose himself to his imagination.
"Naughty pup," you coo into his ear and his heart skips a beat, "I told you not to move, didn't I?"
Marc turns to look at you, eyes glassy and wide, surprised by your sudden return and mortified at being caught.
"Open your mouth," you order softly and Marc instantly obeys. Gently you stuff your recently removed underwear into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He groans through it, his hips rutting into the pillow again, spurred on by the taste and smell of you. You click your tongue disapprovingly. Without applying force you place a hand on his abdomen and his movements stalling, muscles flexing under your touch.
"It seems to me that my little puppy needs a lesson in patience. And I have just the tool to help with that."
The metal glint of the cock cage in your hands catches his attention and for a moment his eyes widen further in alarm. You gently pet him between his puppy ears, distracting him while you remove the pillow with your other hand. Marc leans into your touch and wiggles his hips, the tail affixed to the plug inside him swaying with it. Your soft praises wash over him like a hot shower, his muscles relaxing, his body melting under your touch, his earlier alarm forgotten already.
"Good boy. So good for me," you whisper, petting your loyal lapdog, "Just relax. Once you're calm we can lock up your needy cock and play a little."
At the word "play" he immediately perks up. He leans further down rubbing his cheek against your crotch with intent, happy to show his affection.
"Eager puppy," you hold back a laugh, "Calm down. We'll only play once you've calmed down, baby."
His cheek stays pressed against your abdomen but you can hear him breathe in deeply, steadily through his nose. You let your hand rest on his head as he breathes in your scent, his eyes closed in peaceful bliss. You stay like this for a while, soaking in each other's presence. Marc mumbles something unintelligible, muffled by the makeshift gang, and when you ask him to repeat himself he looks up at you, his gaze full of devotion. Gently you pry your underwear out of his mouth, letting him breathe and talk freely again.
"'m calm now…"
"Show me, puppy."
He leans away from you, turning towards you so he can present his now flaccid cock to you. A pleased smile spreads across your lips and the sight makes his chest feel warm.
"Very good," you purr and slowly sink to your knees, "Hold still while I put the cage on you."
Marc obeys, watching you silently as you lock the cock cage around his length. The metal feels heavier than it looks and yet it lifts a weight off of his shoulders. No pressure to hold himself back. You're in control and he simply has to follow. You'll tell him when to come and until then he can just be, knowing you have him.
"There we go. Safe and secure," you trace the bars of the cage with your fingertips, mesmerized by the sight.
"Thank you, Master."
Your hand closes around his caged cock, your warmth seeping into the metal. The honorific falls from his lips so easily, no awkwardness, no trace of his usual hesitation. It's like he had never called you anything else. Like it's only natural to do so. And undeniable truth of nature.
He is your puppy and you are his Master.
"You're welcome, puppy."
You take back the leash dangling from his collar and give it a soft tug. Without any resistance Marc follows you to the floor.
"Lay down," you order easily and Marc obeys, laying down on his back next to you, presenting his front like a puppy begging for belly rubs. You force back a laugh, his pleading eyes making him look even more adorable, even though Marc would disagree. And yet he can't deny the excitement he feels at being entertaining to you, making you laugh, pleasing you.
"My pretty puppy," you get comfortable on the ground and reach for Marc, letting your hand roam over his chest and abs. Marc curls around you, desperate to be closer to you, to give you more of his body to touch and stroke and pet. With languid strokes you tease him, a whine escaping his throat as he writhes against you, chasing your touch. You rub your thumb over his pebbled nipples, twisting them between your fingers and giving them a small tug when he gasps in response.
Your hand reaches lower, fingers playing with the coarse hair of his happy trail. His cock leaks through the cage, his excitement and desperation evident. Marc whimpers, needy little sounds falling from his lips with every touch.
He rolls to the side, burying his face into your lap. Small whimpers and moans are muffled against your thighs as a pool of precum gathers on the floor beneath him, a steady drip of sticky fluid flowing from his caged cock.
"How are you feeling, baby?“ you ask gently, expecting a color in response. Instead Marc whines and whimpers like a suffering animal.
"Oh baby. Does it hurt? Do you want me to take the cage off?“ Marc looks up with something like terror in his eyes and growls lowly, shaking his head.
Your hand already hovers over his cock before you flinch at the sound. A realization dawns on you. Just to be sure your assumption is correct, you test the waters.
"Speak!" you order in a clipped tone. Without a second thought Marc lets out a bark, tongue lulling out of his mouth with eager pants. You reward him by stroking his head right between his puppy ears. His panting grows louder, your loyal puppy basking in your easy affection.
You pull a rubber ball out of your pocket, the toy no bigger than a tennis ball. His eyes follow the ball with suspicion as you show it to him, letting it sway back and forth. With one swift flick of the wrist you throw the toy across the room.
"Fetch!"
A jolt goes through his body, instinct taking over. Marc leaps up from his curled up position and on his hands and knees bounds over to where the rubber ball landed. He bends down, taking the ball between his teeth and swiftly turns to return to your side. He sits down on his knees, eagerly presenting the toy in his mouth, eyes shining and eager to please, waiting for you to take it. You hold out your hand, palm up, and he gently places the ball on it, nuzzling against your hand and sighing in pleasure.
You smile, pleased by the sight in front of you: your lover turned obedient dog. His tail switches on the ground behind him with the sway of his hips, wagging it like an eager puppy.
"Who's a good boy?" you ask in a sweet yet teasing tone.
Marc looks at you with big puppy eyes, mouth hanging open and tongue sticking out lewdly. He barks in response, no words needed for your perfect puppy.
"That's right. You're my good boy!"
He barks again, precum dripping from between the bars of his cock cage. Marc pants, eyes dark with lust, like a bitch in heat, squeezing down on the plug inside him making his tail twitch.
"And good boys deserve a reward."
You put the ball away, left and forgotten next to you. His body leans forward, desperate to be close to you again. You look him up and down, his skin beckoning you to touch to your heart's content and his pulsing, caged cock begging for release.
"Does my pretty puppy want to come?"
His eyes widen, dark with lust, a desperate sound between a whimper and a moan escaping his throat. Marc nods eagerly, leaning his upper body backwards, arms behind him to keep him upright, pushing his hips forward. The display is enticing, his muscles flexing to show off his well-toned body, nipples hard and his thick cock straining against its cage. Your fingers wrap around his throat right over his collar, holding, not squeezing. Slowly you drag your hand down between his pectorals, drawing the outline of his abs with your finger tips until your hand reaches its destination. His cock is heavy in your palm, the metal of the cage warm and sticky to the touch, precum still running down the bars.
The silence of the room is broken by the click of your key unlocking the cock cage. Marc groans in relief, his thick cock swelling in your hand.
"Such a good boy. Let your Master give you your reward."
Using the copious amounts of precum that have coated his cock as lubrication you tease his sensitive tip with your thumb. His dick twitches in your hand, his hips jolting forward frantically, fucking into your tight grip. You match his rhythm, moving your hand up and down his length in tandem with his thrusts, your other hand gently squeezing his heavy balls. Marc pants like a bitch in heat, drool dripping down his parted lips, eyes rolled into the back of his head - his mind lost to the pleasure.
It only takes a few thrusts until his rhythm falters and with a guttural groan Marc comes, thick ropes of cum coating his abdomen and the back of your hand. You let him ride out his orgasm as he shallowly thrusts into the ring of your thumb and pointer finger, his upper body leaning forward, forehead resting on your shoulder. Marc whimpers against your skin, his drool soaking into the fabric of your clothes.
"Good boy. So good for me. My precious puppy."
You remove your hand once he stills, his spent cock now resting between his thighs. He breaths heavily, soaking in your praise and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. You run your fingers through his sweat soaked hair, holding him close and whispering sweet praises into his ear.
You know Marc has regained most of his senses when you hear him curse under his breath. It startles a laugh out of you.
"You good?“
He hums softly in response, nodding against your collarbone.
"Yeah, just…" he trails off, mumbling something unintelligible.
"What was that?"
Marc sighs, burying his face even deeper into your shoulder.
"I came so fucking fast. 's embarrassing…"
You snort, unable to hide your amusement, "Baby, I have been edging you for who knows how long. Doesn't matter how fast you came after that."
Marc's displeased grumbles make your grin even wider.
"Did you enjoy yourself, puppy?“
Marc curses again, moaning softly.
"Shit, keep calling me that and I'm gonna need a round two."
You put your hand on his chest, gently pushing him off of you so you can look into his eyes. You rest your forehead against his, your breath mingling.
"That can be arranged."