Office Pet

This was very personal. I didn’t usually share anything about my childhood with anyone. It was a hard way to live. Most of my school mates called my mom the crazy animal lady. I was pretty embarrassed.

Kane stood up from the table. He leaned down and kissed me deeply for a minute. “This is an excellent idea, Reese. I will call Melissa immediately. What is the name of your mother’s shelter, so I can have her add it to the list of benefactors?”

“Red Maple Shelter. It’s just outside of the city.”

“Excellent. Finish whatever you want to eat and then go take a shower. I will meet you in the bedroom and we will pick out a gown for you to wear for the occasion. I had Melissa pick out several for the occasion. I’m thinking of taking you as my guest.” He kissed me on the head and then quickly headed out into the living room to make his call.

His guest. My mind wrapped around the idea. It sounded like Kane was ready for us to be official. Part of me loved the idea. I imagined how Sloane’s narrow face would wrinkle up when she saw me walk in—dressed to the nines—on Kane’s arm. She couldn’t think I was low class then.

The truth was that making our relationship public was a big step. It would change everything, including how my coworkers thought about me. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kane

Melissa loved the idea of the charity ball being for animal shelters. As soon as I told her Reese’s idea, she was off and running making lists and finding contract information for the shelters in our area. I made sure that Reese’s mother’s place was on the list but kept it mum as to how I got the name. Melissa, always discreet, didn’t ask.

Happy, I clicked off the phone and ran up the stairs. Everything was turning out perfect and I was anxious for my little pet to give me a fashion show.

When I reached the bedroom, Reese was coming out of the shower and drying her honey-blonde hair with a towel. I beamed at her, running my eyes over ever inch of her curves. Just a fluffy towel stood between me and her soft, silky skin. I had her last night, but I planned to have her again today. My dick twitched at the thought. But first we would have another kind of fun.

I walked over and sat in the lounge chair to the side of the bed. “Now, pet,” I instructed. “I want you to pick a lingerie set from that drawer over there.” I pointed. “And put it on for me.”

Reese grinned, excited at the prospect of new things, and hopped over to the set of drawers I indicated. She opened and picked through the lacy things.

“You said I was going to try on evening gowns?” she asked, her face pinched in concentration.

“Yes, pet.”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed. Picking a black bustier and matching panty set, she turned to me. The lace bustier wrapped around her ribs and she maneuvered her large breasts into the cups. Her cleavage was ample and overflowing. I felt my eyebrows go up at the sight.

Reese turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall and took in the sight of her own image. She gave herself a pleased smile and leaned down to pull the panties on. It was a black thong that sat perfectly between her curved butt cheeks. The woman looked as good in clothing as she did nude. Beautiful.

When she was satisfied, she turned to me again, doing a little twirl with her arms held out.

I broke into a smile. “Aren’t you supposed to twirl when you have the dress on?” I asked, all semblance of seriousness gone from the moment.

Reese twirled again and stuck her tongue out at me. “Twirling is for whenever you feel like you look good. Take it as a compliment. I like your choice in underthings.”

Trying not to laugh, I ran my hands through my hair and looked down for a moment. Reese was so playful, it was hard to keep up the serious bedroom demeanor I’m used to. Concentrating I turned my face stern again and looked up at her. Reese was watching herself in the mirror again.

“Pet?”

She turned to me.

“The gowns are in the right closet. Open the doors and pick the first one you see.”

She nodded and padded on bare feet across the room. Opening the closet, she gasped. A riot of color met her eyes. She fingered the fabric of one dress and then another.

“Any one I want?” she confirmed.

I nodded and tapped my fingers on the arm of my leather club chair.

She pulled the hanger holding a cobalt blue dress down and unzipped it. The satin fabric pulled slightly as she pulled it over her head. It conformed to her breasts, her narrow waist and fell from her hips in a simple A-line skirt. It was a simple dress, but her figure made it glamorous.