Puppy & Poochie - 01

Mr. Burdock

My cock slides out from between her lips as she settles back on her heels, swallowing my cum. Her smile falters when she looks up from between my legs and sees my scowl.

"Puppy,” I say, “You were told not to swallow. To hold my cum in your mouth."

"I'm sorry," she says, eyes downcast. "I forgot."

"I promised you could eat if you were a good girl and sucked my cock like the happy little bitch you are."

Puppy looks up hopefully, licking her lips.

Wordlessly, I dump a handful of dry dog food into her feeding bowl, and she scuttles forward, crawling on her hands and knees, leaning down to lick up the misshapen lumps that are the only food I allow her to eat.

My black steel-toed boot comes down on top of Puppy’s feeding bowl with a thump that knocks dirt from its treads.

"Not yet, puppy," I say, taking a small vial from my pocket, and carefully opening it. I sprinkle a few drops onto her food.

"That, Puppy, was a powerful sedative. Since you failed to remember how to properly service me, you're not going to remember what my men do to your sleeping body tonight."

She flinches away from her bowl, staring at me in horror.

"M-must I eat it?"

"Of course not, my little puppy. You weren't a bad girl," I say, smiling down at her.

"Thank you, Master," Puppy whispers, timidly smiling up at me in relief.

"You also weren't a good girl," I point out, "The choice is yours. Either way, my men will be here until sunrise."

I walk out, leaving the little room that's now Puppy’s home. Before allowing the door to close, I turn back.

"Puppy," I say, attracting her attention.

Puppy looks up, holding back her sobs as silent tears drip down her cheeks.

"Good night"

After signing the last document, I put down my pen. Finally finished. Neat rows and columns list names and places. Money and power. My empire.

Agents from a dozen alphabet agencies on four different continents would cut out their own left nuts for a copy. With a spoon.

But, out of them all, only agent Harper has caused real problems. Unfortunately for puppy, Harper's daughter was her best friend.

Janet marches into my office. Efficient, intelligent, and as deadly with a blade as she was in the courtroom. She earned her place as my second in command.

"Sir, the package has arrived."

It's time.

On my phone, I bring up puppy's kennel and see exactly what I expect. Puppy kneels in front of the door. Waiting patiently.

A perfect demonstration.

"Janet," I say, "Record today's session. Wait until I’m seated, then deliver the package personally."