Secret Pet

by Jamie Knight

  “Are you going to make me?” she asks.

  “Oh yes,” I purr. “I’m going to make you do a lot of things.”

  “Or you’ll show the tape of me from yesterday?”

  I push the top button through the buttonhole, freeing the fabric and pull it apart some till I can see the lace of her bra. It’s sheer lace, and I can see her pink nipples, hard and fighting the fabric.

  “Maybe.” I lean forward and lick one nipple through the lace. She shivers in my embrace, hips twitching forward. “But,” I continue, “I don’t think I will have to show that tape. I think you want to be an obedient, little pet.” I press my lips to her second lace covered nipple and suck it hard. “Don’t you, my pet?” The arm I have encircling her waist, I drop it down over her lower back to the curve of her ass.

  Mandy leans her head back, thrusting her plump chest into my face. “Yes, sir,” she moans as I squeeze her ass tightly.

  I drop my hands and stand up quickly, making sure to rub my hard cock against her body as I do. She shakes a little, looking at me with questioning eyes.

  “Excellent,” I tell her. “Let’s get to work then.” I point to the large pile of cable sitting on the floor next to my desk. Mandy looks over to where I am pointing in disbelief. “I hope you brought a change of clothing.”

  “I…what?!” she stutters. Her face flushes. “I did, but I didn’t bring it down here. We’re really going to run cables?”

  I give her an arrogant shrug. “Of course. Why else would I require your services? Get started by untangling that mess. I’m afraid that the cables got quite tangled in the car ride over here.”

  Mandy’s lips pull together in a grimace. She pokes me in the chest with one finger. “Mr. Keeley, you are a tease.”

  “Oh, you have no idea.”

  She shakes her head then stomps towards the cables. Just as I expected and wanted, she leaves her purse sitting on my desk. Covering my movements with my body, I slip my hand inside and search for her phone.

  “Oh, my God!” Mandy huffs. “They’re dirty! This is going to ruin my clothing!” She glares over at me.

  I shrug again. “You were supposed to bring work clothing.” She rolls her eyes. “Or you could take them off.” She rolls her eyes again, more exaggeratedly this time.

  As Mandy pulls up cables and tries, unsuccessfully to unwrap them and keep them from touching the silk of her blouse, I flip through the info on her phone memorizing the numbers I need to hack it later. When I take a pet, I like to watch them at my leisure, even when they don’t know that I am. I guess it is the voyeur in me.

  “You know,” Mandy starts, the annoyance clear in her voice. “You should have loosely wrapped these around something when you moved them.”

  “You’re absolutely right.” Behind my back, I slip her phone back in her purse then stalk towards her. “Take off your shirt, pet?”

  Confusion flashes over her face for a second as she tries to determine if I’m serious or not. Keeping her eyes on me, she drops the cables and puts her fingers on the second button of her shirt. Her eyebrows raise, silently asking if this is what I want. In response, I raise mine back, silently telling her to get on with it. She unhooks the first button slowly, like a sexy striptease.

  Then the next and the next. The silky fabric slips from her shoulders, showing off the lace bra I tasted earlier.

  “Excellent, pet. Now the skirt.” I cross the last few feet towards her as she reaches behind herself and unzips her skirt. It slides down her round hips and hits the floor. Since I had her remove her panties earlier, she’s now just in her nude-colored heels and bra. It’s an outfit I like. I walk around her, taking in the way her body curves from every angle. She’s almost a perfect hourglass.

  “Hands behind your back. Palms clasped together.”

  She does as I ordered. I love the way this pose pushes her full breasts out. I want to see them bare, so as I stand behind her, I unhook her bra. The lace slips down and off. Her breasts droop slightly. I pull the material down her arms, then throw it to my desk. Nude and in heels, Mandy waits for my next order with her hands clasped tightly.

  I reach down, find the end of one of the cables, and start binding her wrists.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Don’t ask questions, pet. Besides, this was your suggestion.”

  Once her wrists are tightly bound, I wind the black cable up her arms enjoying the contrast with her ivory skin. I pull it taut, making sure that she cannot get free. Next, I wind it around her ribs then make a few tight loops around her breasts. The cable creates a cage for her chest, pushing her breasts together and out.

  Moving down, I twirl the cable around her waist, then hips, then thighs — pulling them snuggly together. Her knees get bound, then her caves. At her ankles, I tie it off. Looking over my work, I am pleased. Mandy is bound tight, like a pretty, dirty package.

  “Stand there and wait,” I tell her then walk back to get my desk chair. I roll the chair forward until it is right before Mandy, who eyes me curiously but doesn’t say anything. The zipper on my jeans comes down easily. I pull them and my boxers off, freeing my hard cock. Her eyes light up when she sees it. She licks her lips. I sit back in the chair, watching her, stroking myself and teasing my cock to its fullest.

  Mandy rolls her eyes. “You’re going to pull that out and not let me touch it? You really are a tease.”

  I chuckle. Her words inspire me to pump my rod harder, making sure she can see the dribbles of precum at my tip. “And you are beautiful this way.” She smiles a bit at my compliment. “But you have to be punished, for calling me a tease.”

  She tuts and rolls her eyes again.

  “You’re a defiant pet, aren’t you?” I laugh. “Okay. Do you want this cock, pet?”

  She nods frantically. “Yes, sir. Let me have your big, fat cock, sir.”

  Shaft gripped tightly; I stand. She wiggles in her bindings like she is trying to figure out how I am going to fuck her with her thighs bound tight. I’m not. It’s not the time for that yet. She called me a tease, and she is going to get teased good. Sliding my body against hers, I rub my cock on her feeling the soft, warmth of her skin. She shutters under my touch as my precum paints a line over her stomach.

  “You really want this?”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  Putting one hand on her shoulder, I push and guide her down to her knees. My hard cock is just at her lips. She looks up at me, pleading, with her whole body still bound. It’s a sight I love.

  “Take it, pet.”

  The quick way her lips slide over my length makes me gasp. Going from the cool, dry air to the warm, wetness of her mouth almost makes me cum. Part of me expected her to protest, but no. Mandy sucks my cock like she’s starving. Her head bobs up and down in constant motion. The inside of her cheeks presses against my rod as she sucks me with all her might and her little tongue slips out and around my balls.

  There is little art in her motions. Obviously, she has done this before and has learned some techniques in her life, but at the moment, her desire has pushed her over the edge. There are no graceful licks or twists, just slurps as she sucks me into her mouth over and over. In her fast craze, she slams her mouth on me, making my cock hit her cheeks, teeth, and the back of her throat in various thrusts. My inches slip down into her, coated with spit and drool. It is the fierceness of it that really drives me wild. I feel so wanted. So desired.

  My balls pull up towards my shaft, tensing and sending my seed to swell my cock. A deep ache starts to throb. My head swims as I lose control. Putting a hand on either side of her face, I grab her jaw hard, holding it steady as I rock my hips back and forth, fucking her face with all my might.

  Her tongue swirls over my balls, drool leaking out of her mouth and down my legs. Our movements are so fast now, she mostly holds her lips open fighting back little chokes and spasms as I repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

  I can’t stop. My pet’s mouth feels too
good. My dick strains one last time then spurts one load after another. My eyes want to close in bliss, but I keep them open to watch as my seed spills down her chin as I keep thrusting in and out of her full, pink lips. The sight of Mandy, bound and dripping with my cum, drives me to cum again. She drinks it down this time. The movements of her swallows massage my tired cock.

  Exhausted and pleased, I step back and fall into my chair, breathing hard. “Oh God,” I pant. “I needed that.”

  Mandy grunts slightly, glaring up into my face. “What about me?”

  “What about you?”

  “Don’t I get to cum?”

  I laugh. “You’ll cum when I say. At this point, I think you will have to wait until tomorrow.”

  She whines slightly. “You are a tease!”

  “Do you want me to make it so that you don’t cum till next week?”

  She pulls her lips together, pouting. “No, sir.”

  “That’s a good pet.”

  Mandy sighs loudly and exaggeratedly. She looks up and down her cum dribbled, bound, and dirty body. “I don’t suppose you have a shower down here?”

  “Not at the moment.” I think about it. A shower would be a good idea. “I’ll have one installed. For now, you can go home early. Once I untie you.” I get up, find my jeans and boxers and start getting dressed.

  “When will that be?”

  I roll my chair back over to my desk, then decide to move it slightly so I can see my laptop’s screen and Mandy kneeling on the floor at the same time.

  “I’m not sure, pet. You’re so beautiful right now. I want to keep looking at you for a while.”

  Mandy smiles a little, but also, there is worry in her eyes. I figure I’ll let her go in a few hours. Maybe after another blow job.

  ****

  It was a blissful afternoon. Having Mandy bound for my viewing pleasure made the day better. About half an hour in, she revealed that she still had the Bluetooth enabled vibrator in her pussy and that brought about even more fun. By the end of the day, she had cum so many times, her body was shaking, and her legs were slick. As I untied her, kissing the lines that the cable had indented on her skin, she complained about being tortured, but there was no real anger in her voice. I sent her home on wobbly legs and got to work on the next part of my plan.

  It takes about two hours to get the connection established between my network and Mandy’s phone. Like most people, she doesn’t have any security software to protect herself, but from what I see on her phone, she doesn’t really need it. Idly, I check for banking software, just to see if I need to put some protection on her phone, but there is none, so that is a relief.

  I start by flipping through her pictures. No nudes, sadly. Most of the photos are of an arrogant-looking orange cat, who, given the figurine on her desk, must be Mandy’s pet. I like arrogant cats, they get me.

  Next are the obligatory friend pictures. After a few hours of snooping into her life last night, I am aware that Mandy is friends with Kane’s wife, my sister, and another girl from work. Sloane is a bit of an oddball there, but I don’t think their friendship will change my plans — it’s not like Sloane can hate me more. In all the pictures with her friends, Mandy is happy and smiling. Overall, she seems to be a cheerful girl.

  Next, I scan through her emails. Most of her work ones are mundane. Her personal email box is mostly empty. The few emails it contains are about family events — plans for reunions and such. It seems that most of her family is in Twin Falls, Idaho, which is great. I hate meeting parents or siblings. I don’t care. Such family functions are just a waste of time that could be used for fucking.

  As I flip through her email’s archives, a folder catches my eye. It’s named Jered. My stomach drops slightly as I open the folder and then the emails. They aren’t exactly love letters, more like plans for dates and rendezvous. There are no new ones, and the last one sent dates from two years before, but still, the presence of the file irks me. Obviously, they are no longer an item, so why would she keep the emails?

  Heat blooms in my chest, as I find myself getting angry. I shouldn’t care. Why does this bother me so much?

  Chapter Nine

  Mandy

  The next morning, when I get into work, there are two pugs — one brown and one black — in my cubical waiting for me. They wiggle and yip excitedly as I approach. Their mushed-noise faces are a welcome sight. Having the pugs here means that Eileen is back in the office. Mr. Pugsly and Ms. Puggle are like Eileen’s children. They go everywhere with her. She even got special permission to bring them to the office. Now they are kind of like the accounting floor’s mascots.

  I slump into my chair, lean down, and start to pet Ms. Puggle’s ears. They both keep wiggling excitedly back and forth, rubbing their bristly coats on my legs — not that I mind, at all.

  “Hey.”

  I look up. Eileen is leaning over the wall of our connected cubicles. It’s easy for her, she is almost six feet tall. She’s like a model.

  I give her a big smile. “I’m so glad you are back.” At that point, Mr. Pugsly jumps up into my lap in an effort to get more petting then his fellow pug. I look down at his slightly misshapen face. He was in a car accident or something before Eileen adopted him. My best friend has a good heart. I scratch behind his one good ear, telling him, “I’m happy to see you too!”

  “I stopped by your apartment last night, but you weren’t home. Got some new boyfriend or something?” Eileen puts her forearms on the top of the wall and leans on them. She looks extra tall today, must be wearing heels.

  When she asks about a boyfriend, a brief glimpse of Christian’s face flashes in my mind. It makes me giggle. There is no way that Christian is ever going to be my boyfriend. What we have between us is just lust. It’s just physical.

  “Not at all,” I tell her shaking my head. “My floors are being redone. My upstairs neighbor left the bathtub on, water flowed down and ruined the wood. I heard from my landlord yesterday, it’s going to take about a month or more to get the old wood pulled up and a new floor put in. I’m out in the Bronx at my grandmother’s.”

  Eileen lets out a little laugh. “How is Bubby?”

  “Odd, as usual. You know that she holds séances every Tuesday night to talk to my dead grandfather?”

  Eileen’s honey-colored eyes go wide as she laughs a bit more. “That’s a good marriage, still talking even after he’s dead.”

  “Yep.” We both nod.

  Someone clears their voice. Eileen and I turn. Christian is standing at the door to my cubical, looking at my furry companions. “I wasn’t aware that employees were allowed to have pets at work.” Ms. Puggle wanders over and sniffs at his expensive shoes. He bends down and scratches the top of her head.

  Eileen looks at me quizzically. She probably hasn’t met Christian before, and as always, he looks out of place. In his dark jeans and t-shirt for some rock band I’m not familiar with, he looks more like a delivery guy not one of our bosses.

  “This is Mr. Keeley, the new head of research and development. Mr. Keeley, this is Eileen.”

  Christian smiles. He picks up Ms. Puggle with one hand and cradles her under his arm as he reaches over with the other to shake Eileen’s hand. I notice that they are about the same height.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Silver. Nice to finally meet you. I met your husband briefly before he left.”

  At first, the fact that Christian knows anything about Eileen shocks me. But then I think, her husband, Ray, used to be the CFA here, a job that Sloane now has. Sloane must have told her older brother.

  “You must be Sloane’s brother,” Eileen says.

  Christian grunts. “I suppose I must be, but neither of us likes it.”

  Eileen and I both laugh. Sloane has been quite a pill in the past, but she’s learned how to relax…some. Eileen nods her head towards Sloane’s office. “Up here to visit your sister?”

  “God, no.” He scratches Ms. Puggle behind the ears and under her collar, a
move that makes the pug grunt like a pig. “I’m up here to collect Ms. Burmmell.”

  Eileen’s eyebrows shoot up at this. She gives me an amused smile. I’m not sure what to say. Having my best friend meet my…guy I am playing with secretly…has me oddly speechless. As I stand there, dumbly, Eileen’s smile widens.

  “I see,” she tells Christian. “And what are you collecting her for?” The way she phrases her question makes it sound dirty. Knowing Christian, my task will be dirty.

  “She’s helping me set up my team’s office in the basement.” Christian sets Ms. Puggle down onto the carpet. The disappointed pug immediately starts jumping up at him again. Her little paws claw at the legs of his dark jeans. He leans down to touch her lightly on the nose. “I’ll be back later this week to scratch on you again,” he tells the pup then turns to me. “Ms. Burmmell lets go. I assume you brought a change of clothing this time?”

  I hold up the bag I brought with jeans and an old t-shirt in it for him to see. He nods then turns to head toward the elevator. I glance back at Eileen, still not sure what to say.

  “Have fun!” she jokes.

  “It’s not like that,” I lie and then take off after my boss.

  ****

  Turns out I wasn’t lying to Eileen. Nothing sexy has happened yet this morning and, to my great disappointment, it looks like nothing sexy will happen. Today, we are really running cables. And to make matters worse, I am supposed to be dragging the cables through an odd crawl space at the bottom of the walls. The crawlspace is a little tunnel only about two and a half feet square. When I asked Christian why it is here, he told me that it was specifically put in for the computer cables, so that they aren’t all over the floor. When I asked him about just using WIFI, he snorted like I was ridiculous, and waved his hand for me to get on with my job —something I don’t want to do. I don’t really want to crawl through a dark, dusty tunnel. This certainly isn’t what I thought I signed up for.

  I grab the end of the cable, giving Christian an annoyed look — luckily, I was able to change this time and am not ruining one of my nice work outfits. His blonde eyebrows rise until they are slightly over his glasses, and his blue eyes widen. His lips are fixed in a straight line. I can’t tell if he cares about my objection to what we are doing or not. We stare at each other for a few seconds until he unfolds one of his hands to gesture at the duct again as if to say: get to it.