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  He quickly leafed through them and said, “Enjoy.” He set them down. “If anyone wants to know about Raven, you included, her papers are in the folder in the silver suitcase. They were done last week as well, Kennedy’s request. She emailed me her results. Other information is in there as well. It’s where I keep all her medical records, physicals, birth control prescription, pretty much anything you’d need to know about her.”

  We talked for a few more minutes then he looked at his phone. “Gotta get going. My flight is early in the morning.”

  I watched him walk over to Raven.

  He bent down and whispered something into her ear. She leaned into him and he held her for a moment before pulling back and kissing her head. He walked back over to me. “I’m gonna get going.” He reached into his pocket and handed me her leash. “When you’re in the house, or really anywhere confined, scening, fucking, or whatever, she doesn’t actually have to be wearing the leash to obey you. You just have to have it in your possession. If you need her to be “human” you can take her collar off and put in a small plug. Try to give her as much notice as you can if you need to do that. I rarely do it with her. Otherwise, she always wears her collar and a tail, and usually no clothes unless she’s cold.”

  We exchanged cell phone numbers and then he left.

  I turned to see her looking out the window. She watched him get into the van and back down the driveway. Even after he’d pulled away, she stared out the window.

  “Well,” I said to her, trying to break the ice. “Why don’t you go and take care of your food. Put the things that need to be refrigerated away. There should be space in the fridge. Make room for anything else in the pantry. I’m going to put your things upstairs.”

  She stood and went to the coolers that were near the kitchen and began to unpack them.

  When she bent over, I’d get a glimpse of the tail sticking out from under her skirt.

  I carried her crate upstairs along with the two suitcases and her duffle bag. There was also bedding for her crate which I put inside.

  When I went back downstairs, she was still working on the food. I was starting to get hungry. My phone buzzed.

  “Forgot to have her undress. She hates clothes.”

  I looked at the text from Seth and then at Raven. She was putting some things in the pantry. I waited until she was finished and then called to her. “Raven, come here.”

  She walked to the room and stood in front of me. She was only a few inches shorter than me with her heels on.

  “Take off your skirt,” I commanded.

  She looked relieved and pulled it off. She stepped out of it, picked it up then handed it to me. I set it on the arm of the couch.

  “Turn around.” She complied, letting me see her tail. I moved closer so I could touch it. Our bodies were only inches apart when I reached down and stroked the soft fur. Doing as Seth did, I tugged on it, but not nearly as hard.

  Raven moaned.

  The sounds she made and the tail in her ass had my cock hard. “Turn around,” I said gruffly, trying to conceal my excitement. Again, she complied. “You’re happiest when you’re nude, aren’t you Raven?” I was speaking aloud. I didn’t expect an answer. I did see a bit of a smile before her face relaxed again. I placed my hands flat on each of her hips. Slowly, I drug my hands up along her skin until they reached the hem of her t-shirt. Curling my fingers under the material, I continued moving my hands up bringing the fabric with me. Up and up it went until it caught on the undersides of her breasts. With a simple tug, the material was up and over them, her breasts free. I tossed the black garment onto the couch on top of the skirt. She was now bare before me with the exception of her collar and heels.

  I should have let her get acclimated to the house. I should have, at the very least, sat with her on the couch, but I was a man, a horny man looking at a woman with a body that could have been chiseled from marble and a mouth that could, oh hell I knew what that mouth could do. I ran my finger over the leather of her collar and pulled on the loop. “You know that I hold the other end of your leash, don’t you?”

  She didn’t respond.

  “Raven, you will nod if you understand that I am the one taking care of you now.”

  She nodded.

  “And you understand that you are to do as I say.”

  Again, she nodded.

  “And you understand that you are a free person. You don’t have to do as I say.”

  She looked confused and stayed motionless.

  I exhaled. “Let me try again. Raven, do you choose to be here.”

  Again, she looked confused.

  “I mean, do you choose to wear that collar, to walk on a leash, to be owned.”

  She smiled and nodded.

  “And you choose to obey me, and whatever I command.”

  Again, she nodded.

  “You know that if you want me to stop something, if you want to stop obeying me, you can stop, right?”

  She was still again, but then nodded her head once.

  I liked that she understood. I walked around her slowly, while she kept her eyes on the ground. The mood was different now. You could feel the electricity in the air. I stopped when I was behind her, then leaned in and whispered in her ear, “The things I’m going to do to you.” I saw goosebumps appear on her arms, but she didn’t turn around. “You don’t say much.” That was an understatement. She’d never said a word either of the times I’d seen her. “I guess you like to use your mouth in other ways. I like that too.” Slowly I continued my path walking around her. When I got in front of her once more, I took my time unbuckling my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered the zipper. My cock was free.

  I held it in one hand. “Raven, get on your knees and suck my cock. You will swallow my cum.” She seemed relieved at my command. Maybe she loved giving blow jobs as much as I loved receiving them. Her relief might have been for another reason, but I was far too preoccupied with the dark haired beauty on her knees in front of me, licking the tip of my cock to care about it.

  Her teasing of the tip of my cock was short lived. Within a minute, she had the entire head of my cock in her mouth. Her lips had created the perfect seal for suction, and her tongue was already doing its dance around my ridge. As she sucked, her saliva dripped down my shaft. Her hands had come up to caress my balls and stroke my cock at the same time.

  She was good at her hand job, but her mouth was her best asset. I wondered if I’d ever tire of her superb oral skills. I stood there, while she knelt in front of me, poised with her back straight, on her knees with her legs under her. I allowed her to control the speed and depth of my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands coming up on both sides of her head wove themselves into her hair. Getting a good grip, I started pushing my cock in deeper. Moving my hips faster, I continuously thrust my cock down her throat. Occasionally she would gag, but she was doing a great job taking it down. The more she took, the deeper I thrust. The sounds that were coming from her, and how far down her throat I was, had me nearly coming in the first two minutes. I made it my goal to make it to the five minute mark with her sucking my cock before she left with Kennedy.

  I stared at her, her dark eyes locked with mine. The saliva dripping now from her mouth, down her chin and onto her breasts. “I’m going to feed you pet,” I grunted as my cock erupted down her throat. Her one hand, on my balls, gave a little squeeze and I was sure she was sucking me dry. I waited a long time, with my cock inside of her mouth before pulling out. When I finally did, I sat down on the couch.

  She remained on the floor looking at me.

  “Are you hungry?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  I wasn’t sure if she thought I meant that I’d give her more cum, or if she thought I meant real food. “Good. Then go make yourself dinner. You can make mine too. Feel free to make anything in the cabinets.”

  She stood and left the room. I switched on the sports news while she worked in the kitchen. I could hear the
occasional noise, pots and pans, running water, the sound of a drawer opening, but other than that, she was silent. I hadn’t been sure if she ever spoke, I guess she didn’t.

  About forty five minutes later, she came out and knelt next to me. She looked from me to the kitchen.

  “I’m guessing that’s you telling me dinner is ready.”

  She smiled and stood again. She waited for me to walk toward the kitchen and then followed.

  I was shocked by what was waiting for me on the table. First of all, there were two places. For some reason, I’d expected a dog dish or something. Her food was different from mine though. Hers was a salad with a piece of salmon in the center. Next to her plate was what looked like applesauce.

  My plate had one of the steaks I had in the fridge on it. I hadn’t been sure how long Seth would stay, and I wanted to be prepared. She’d also made a baked potato and there was a little salad in a bowl next to my plate.

  She watched my face and waited to sit down until I did.

  “It looks delicious. You’re such a good girl,” I praised.

  She beamed at the compliment. Sitting next to me, she began eating her salad.

  I started my meal. I cut into the steak. It was perfect, medium rare. The potato was great too. She’d cut it open and had put cheese and sour cream in it. I tried some of the potato first, and then the steak. “This is delicious!” I exclaimed. “You’re an amazing cook. Taste this steak.”

  I suppose I hadn’t formed it as a question. It had been worded as a command, but I’d forgotten she would follow it instinctively. I sat there, jaw open as she moved from her chair to the floor where she knelt next to me. Then she looked up at me with her mouth open like a baby bird.

  I cut a piece off of the steak and fed it to her. I placed the piece of steak on her tongue. She closed her mouth, her tongue licking my finger for a brief second. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she chewed the small piece of meat. I cut another piece and fed it to her just to hear her moan again. She didn’t disappoint. After the fourth piece, my cock was hard, but I was beginning to wonder if she should be eating it. I mean, it was a ridiculous thought, but she was on a special diet. Maybe she needed the things she was eating for allergy reasons.

  Rather than have her get up, I simply reached across the table and took a bit of her salmon, doing the same thing. When I placed it in her mouth she smiled up at me, but the moaning was gone. I fed her a few more pieces of salmon and then just for fun, I gave her one last piece of my steak. Again, she moaned. When she was finished chewing, I told her to sit back on her chair and finish her meal. I watched her eat, the way her mouth moved, the way her tongue licked the fork occasionally. It was sexy, but nothing compared to feeding her by hand. I planned on incorporating that into every meal. I couldn’t even imagine desserts with her.

  When we’d both finished our meals, I stood and said, “Why don’t you go relax in the living room and I’ll do the dishes.”

  There was a sense of panic that washed over her face. She looked from the sink to the living room where I’d commanded her to go.

  “Raven, it’s only fair. You cooked dinner, I’ll do the dishes.”

  She nodded and walked slowly into the living room. She stood there as still as a statue.

  I figured she was waiting for me to get busy, so I started clearing our plates to the sink. When I turned back around, she was still standing there, eyes wide watching me. “Raven, you may sit on the furniture.”

  Still nothing.

  “Raven, sit on the couch.”

  This time she sat down, though again, I realized I’d commanded her to. I started the water running and looked back, hoping she was relaxing, but she was sitting there, back straight, watching me. I exhaled. “Raven, would you like to help me with dishes?”

  She nodded eagerly.

  “Come here, honey,” I said, and before I could finish the sentence, she was in the kitchen. “It’s your job to cook and clean up, isn’t it?”

  She nodded.

  I wasn’t sure why she didn’t speak if she was willing to communicate in this way, but at least there was some communication. “Do you get in trouble if you don’t do the dishes?” I saw her swallow hard. I took that as a yes. “Okay, let’s compromise. You can make all the meals, but we will clean up together. You’re not my slave and I’d like to do dishes with you. It will make me happy. You like to make me happy right?”

  She smiled and moved to the sink.

  It was odd, because of her lack of communication, I felt like I had to talk to her like she was a young child, but she clearly had no issues comprehending things. I wondered at what level she knew the things that were going on. Dishes went quickly.

  “Come sit with me in the living room.” I walked into the living room and sat on the couch she sat on the floor at my feet. At first, I was going to tell her to move and sit next to me on the couch, but I realized she’d chosen to sit on the floor. I hadn’t commanded her to sit there. Her small frame shifted, and she leaned her body against me, the way a cat or dog might. Her head was pressed against the side of my knee. I reached down and stroked her hair. Again with the soft moaning. I just ran my fingers through her hair for a while. I couldn’t see her face from my position, but I could feel her relaxing as each minute passed.

  I could hear my phone buzz occasionally. I knew I was getting emails. Even though it was a weekend, that didn’t mean that I stopped getting messages. I’d ignored work all day while I was getting ready for Raven to come. I heard my phone buzz again. As much as I wanted to stay just how I was, I’d put it off long enough.

  Trying not to disturb her, I stood up. Her body weight shifted quickly and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep while I’d been playing with her hair.

  She gazed up at me and watched me walk across the room.

  “I’ve got a bit of work to do,” I said, grabbing my phone and laptop bag. I started to walk toward my office, then stopped. There was no reason I couldn’t check my emails from the couch.

  I walked back over to the couch and sat back down. Once again, Raven leaned against my legs. It was different this time though, I had the laptop on my knees, and I couldn’t stroke her hair.

  She didn’t seem to mind.

  I opened the screen and began checking my emails. Some were from clients wanting to check on their investments, some were from clients wanting to move money when the market opened again, others were from colleagues. I began responding to them. After I’d answered a few, I glanced down at Raven to see that she was staring up at me. It was that same look a puppy gave you when he wanted you to take him outside and play.

  I slid the laptop a bit off to the side and stroked her hair and her cheek. She smiled and leaned into my hand. I looked back at the laptop. There were a few more emails that were pretty urgent. I looked back to Raven. Most of the time I loved my work, this was one time I hated it.

  “I’ll be done soon,” I said, pulling the laptop back onto my lap, making Raven move a bit.

  She shifted her weight, and tried to sit up a bit taller so her head was pressing against my thigh on the other side of the laptop.

  It looked very uncomfortable. It must have been because a moment later, she shifted again, moving back down and a bit away from me. I wanted her touching me, I think I liked it as much as she did. I wanted to be able to touch her too, and with her on the floor, she was just too far away.

  “Raven,” I said, patting the cushion next to me on the couch. “Come up here.” I thought she’d hesitate, but she didn’t.

  She climbed up onto the couch, but rather than sit next to me the way a regular person would, she curled up next to me and put her head on my lap.

  I had to reach around her to type, and I pushed the laptop a bit further down my legs, but it worked.

  Between sentences, while I was thinking, I’d stroke her hair. I had several articles one of my researches had sent me to look over as well. While I was reading them, I let my hand run up and down her back, ove
r her hip to the curve of her ass. Absentmindedly I played with her tail, just stroking the soft fur while I read. It was the best feeling in the world to have a soft body next to you that you could touch and enjoy. This was the part that I missed from my vanilla life.

  The problem was, that when I’d had this in my vanilla life, the person next to me would have wondered why she was naked and I was dressed. She’d have been asking how much longer until I was done working. She’d have complained that I even was working on a weekend, and at this hour rather than enjoying what I was doing and letting me enjoy her. I was enjoying Raven very much. My hand never stopped moving and she had me rock hard, just by laying there.

  I wasn’t aware of what I was doing to her until I heard her soft whimper when my hand left her tail and moved back up over the curve of her ass. She was so fucking sexy, everything about her. The shape of her body, her long dark hair, the little sounds she made. “God, I want to fuck you,” I moaned, talking to myself, then looking back at my screen.

  Her body shifted when I said that, and for a brief moment, I worried I’d offended her.

  She got up off the couch, but before I could offer an apology for being so blunt, she’d moved to the floor. She got on all fours, spread her knees about shoulder width apart, and put her head down on the carpet on her forearms. She wasn’t offended, she was offering herself.

  I stood, looking at her in position, head down ass up. It was by far my favorite sexual position. It was a variation of doggie style, but in my opinion… better. It showed far more submission. I was about to tell her that she didn’t have to do that, just because I’d said it, but then I saw her glistening pussy from behind. She was as wet as I was hard. She’d been moaning while I was touching her, and she hadn’t hesitated a moment to get in this position. I’d already told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, and I’d seen her reaction when she was doing something only because I’d told her to. It was the look she’d given me from the living room when I was doing dishes in the kitchen.

  “Raven, look at me.”