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Spencer is never in a good mood when he gets home from a case, Elle knew this more than anyone. Once upon a time, she was just the same. Unable to sleep at night, thinking of how she could have saved one more person if only she’d been faster, thinking about just how many people are out there needing help- Anyways, she’s got a therapist now, so it haunts her less. But Spencer is too prideful and “too smart” for one (his words), so together they’ve come up with some… Interesting coping mechanisms.
The deal is this; When Spencer comes home after a tough case that he can’t stop thinking about, he puts on the brown leather collar with a gold buckle that Elle made at a shop class for him. While wearing the collar, he is not allowed to speak in anything but barks and whines, and has to follow Elle’s orders, like a good dumb puppy. While he’s her perfect dog, his mind can melt away, letting him finally relax.
Elle comes home to Spencer lying on the couch. She can’t see much beyond his messy brown hair peeking over the top from where she stood by the front door. “Hey, what are you up to over there?” She calls as she slips off her shoes. His head perks up and he turns to look at her. Her eyes travel down to the glinting gold buckle on his neck, and he barks, a sort of high pitched and awkward bark. He’s still getting used to it. Elle smiles, and takes a moment to adjust her plans for the night and come up with a response. “Hey puppy, c’mere?” Her tone lightens and turns more gentle and soft, just as you would talk to a dog. Spencer stands to move off the couch, and that’s when she can see that he’s naked. She makes minor adjustments again as he walks his way over, they had discovered crawling on all fours would not work, too rough on his already busted knees.
He stands in front of her with a shy smile, and she pets his head, smiling as he leans into it. “Wanna go to the bedroom, pup?” He nods, and barks a short affirmation. She loops a finger into the gold ring of the collar and pulls him along. She sits on the edge of the bed, dragging him down by the collar onto the floor in front of her. She gives him a pillow to put under his knees before standing herself to slowly undress, teasing him a little bit. He whines and she chuckles, finishing stripping. She sits on the maroon comforter and leans over him, getting more in his face. “Look at you, stupid little dog,” her voice is still the same gentle and soft as before, but has a teasing tone to it that makes Spencer whine again. “Nothing wrong with being stupid, you know?” He nods, looking at her with big eyes she finds adorable.
She ruffles his hair and pets him again, “Y’know, I think I need some puppy kisses to relax after the long day I had. Would that help you too?” He barks twice with a nod, and she grins, raising a hand to point. First to her cheek, which he licks happily, then to the side of her neck. He licks, and she shudders a bit. He licks again before she can move her hand, and lightly nips at her neck, the sudden pain making her moan. “You impatient dog,” She says with a slightly more firm tone. He just pouts innocently. She sighs and moves her hand again, pointing to the scar on her stomach. He licks gently, giving a couple of human kisses as well. Then she points to her thighs, and he licks stripes on the inside, getting closer and closer to her cunt. “Such a good boy,” She says, spreading her legs a little wider. Finally, she points to her cunt.
He dives in, and she tangles her hands in his hair, pulling lightly. Spencer licks long stripes up Elle’s cunt, occasionally focusing on her clit or fucking his tongue in and out of her. Elle pets him as he goes, feeling the burn build up until- “Puppy, puppy stop!” He halts immediately and looks at her with a worried gaze. She smiles to reassure him as she flips over onto all fours, “Everything is okay. Come mount me puppy.” He gets onto the bed quickly, excitedly pushing her down to an arch. He slips in a couple of fingers first to test, and decides to add lube to the already slippery mess. He grabs some from the nightstand drawer and spreads it on his hard cock, trying not to get distracted by how nice it felt.
Spencer lines up his cock with Elle’s cunt, moaning at how it already felt, wet and hot. “Come on puppy,” She encourages. That’s all he needs to slip into her. He doesn’t go agonizingly slow, but he doesn't go fast either. Elle gets impatient and snaps her hips back to meet his, making him yelp. Spencer speeds up, allowing himself to stop thinking and just chase his pleasure. “Good boy,” Elle praises through moans, “Good, good dumb dog.” Spencer is reduced to whines and barks as he fucks her desperately, getting sloppier and twitchier, until he finally, finally , cums in her. With a couple more thrusts, fucking his cum deeper in, Elle cums as well, and they can both feel each others twitching.
Spencer pulls out and lays next to Elle, who lays flat. “Bath time?” She asks, and he nods but holds up a finger. He needs a second. She pulls him close and presses a kiss to his lips, then his forehead. He cuddles her close, resting his head on her chest. “Whenever you’re ready,” She says.