Quarantine Pet - His Pet

Guess I wasn’t normal because this was the lifestyle I choose. Or maybe I didn’t choose it. Maybe I got so bored with the every day, I just evolved into it. Perhaps it would happen to most people in my position. You’d just get so bored with getting whatever you wanted, that you would eventually need something very complicated.

Needless to say, when I got up and found Sandra cooking breakfast the next day, I was a little taken aback. I liked my pets cooking. It made me feel nostalgic, and I hoped she take to the lifestyle.

“You cooked breakfast,” I noted. “I like that.”

The pretty girl shrugged. “Well, since you’re letting me stay here for nothing, I feel it’s the least I can do,” she replied. “Have a seat. It’ll be right up.”

Eggs and sausage, just how I liked it too, served by a gorgeous woman.

“Good stuff,” I said, eating. “You’ve done well.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

We ate in the breakfast nook and talked about the upcoming work. When we were finished, I started to get up to do the dishes, but Sandra stood up quicker.

“No-no, sit. I’ll get that,” she insisted.

“You’re eager to please today, aren’t you?” I grinned at her.

She blushed. “Yeah, I suppose. Maybe it’s because I want to please you.”

Sandra took the plates and turned around to start washing them in the sink. I got a rush. It was the exact response I liked. In the past, I’d have to coax these responses out of my pets. It was sexy, but it was forced. It didn’t feel real. With Sandra, it was effortlessly sincere and honest. She did want to please me. But I had to be careful. She might only want to please me because I was an authority figure in our working relationship. That would be precisely what would sink my chances during an HR hearing. Still, the way she said it and the way she looked at me…

I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to test Sandra and see if she’d make a good submissive pet.

“Hey, have you seen that Davies and Sons are lobbying to represent Shore Communications?” I asked. “They do close to half a billion dollars in business.”

“I had heard some scuttlebutt in the office, yes,” she confessed.

“I’m emailing back and forth with their Head of Acquisitions. I need a persuasive argument about why they should come to your cousins’ firm. If you could come up with that argument for me, I’d be really grateful. I’d even reward you.”

“Reward me?” she laughed, turning around. “Maybe I should just take the client for myself.”

“If you can, but you don’t have the contact or the bandwidth to deal with Shore,” I pointed out. “C’mon. I’m as good as my word. I promise the reward will be worth it.”

“What’s the reward?” she asked, eyeing me carefully.

“Something fun and exciting,” I enticed. “But you don’t get to find out unless you succeed. That’s part of the deal.”

“Very intriguing,” she smiled, looking over her shoulder. “Maybe. Give me a day to think about it?”

“Thanks to COVID, we got nothing but time,” I sighed.

“Sounds exciting,” she said, biting her lower lip.

Sandra was trying to hide it, but she was more than a little intrigued. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing just a little heavier. As she washed dishes at the sink, she rocked back and forth, like she had an important meeting she was going to be late for. Sandra nearly dropped a plate but caught it and laughed nervously.

Yeah, she was definitely getting a rush from my instructions, and I was definitely getting a rush from giving those instructions. I ducked out of the kitchen to check on some other contracts outside the merger, but I couldn’t really concentrate.

On the one hand, I was hoping Sandra would fail. That would make things easy. No reward. No involvement. Her cousins would have nothing to say. The virus emergency would end, and in two weeks, we’d all be back to work as usual. Or so I thought.

In the other scenario, she succeeds, and then, well, I guess I’d have to break my promise to the Brothers and let the chips fall where they may. They probably wouldn’t be too happy if I started dating their cousin, but jeez, I’m only human. Look at her!

With my concentration completely wrecked, I decided to check in on Kelton. I called him at home.

“Hey, buddy,” I greeted. “How are you and the family holding up?”

I could hear Kelton’s kids in the background, two boys and girl. They were running around, screaming, laughing, and singing. It sounded like a daycare center where Kelton was in charge, but he wasn’t very good at getting the kids under control.

“Guys,” he said lamely. “Guys! C’mon! Daddy’s on the phone.”

I heard one of his sons asked him for another fruit smoothie. Kelton told him only if he cleaned his room. This did not sit well with the young, proto-Kelton. There was more screaming and arguing. The brothers got into a shoving match. Kelton slipped out of the room and into another part of the house.