13
Lady Killer
I observed those intense eyes, so bright and deep that they seemed like a pair of carved jewels.
The body was slender, athletic, clearly on alert and perfectly trained.
"Are you sure about this?" I questioned, looking at the enchanted faces of my wife and son. Both nodded. "They say these dogs go crazy," I commented, somewhat rushed.
"Crazy? That's nonsense. You won't find a saner, loyal, friendly, energetic, and protective dog than a Doberman."
"See, Dad? I told you it was a hoax, like that rumor at school about having three months of classes next year and the rest being vacation!" I rolled my eyes.
"What did you say the dog's name is?" I asked the trainer.
"It's a female, her name is Lady Killer."
"We'll take her," Nikita declared without looking at me.
"Hold on, hold on. A female?! We were talking about getting a dog!"
"What's the problem? Are you going to discriminate against her because of her gender?" Nikita got defensive. "She has already proven that she is a magnificent animal. Haven't you seen all that she's done? Are we going to pass her over because she's female?"
"No!" I exclaimed, horrified. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Well, as soon as Brutus sees her, you know what he's going to want to do..." I hinted discreetly. She relaxed a bit because she understood where I was going.
"Bite her?" Adriano looked at me scared.
"Do you have a violent dog at home?" That was the trainer.
"No, not at all, our other dog is wonderful, just a bit exuberant," Nikita lightly coughed. "Is the female spayed?" The trainer looked at me offended.
"I would never dream of neutering such a magnificent animal. She's the best female in the litter and has been an FCI champion. Doing that would be sacrilegious, if anyone needs neutering, it’s the other animal."
"What is neutering? Putting a cape on like Superman?" Adriano inquired.
"More like cutting Brutus's balls off," Nikita blurted out without thinking. My son instinctively covered his groin.
"Nobody is cutting anything off Brutus! Dad!" the boy screamed in fear.
I was getting overwhelmed. On one hand, my son was tugging at my pants, and on the other, I could already see myself like in the movie '101 Dalmatians', running around the garden picking up dog poop. I tried to steer the situation back on course.
"Let's all calm down. Is there any contraceptive method for dogs that doesn't involve having to cut anything off anyone or going to the vet every so often for the morning-after pill?"
The breeder looked at me as if thinking, "what zoo did this guy escape from?" Until Adriano arrived, I hadn't had pets, so I was quite out of my depth. He probably thought I was an absolute idiot.
"Are you asking this man if he sells condoms for dogs?" Nikita shot the question at me with surgical precision.
"What are condoms?" Did my wife not understand that Adriano would question everything he didn't understand?
The trainer looked at me with his arms crossed over his chest. Inside, he must have been laughing his head off seeing me sweat so much.
"He's talking about the leash," I interjected, before things got worse and we ended up discussing prophylactics.
"Leashes, collars, and accessories we have in the store," the employee pointed out. "I mention it in case you want to take the boy for a walk while I resolve all your husband's doubts regarding family planning," the man said discreetly.
"Yes! Let's go see the collars and leashes, please. Lady Killer has to look like a queen. Can we go, Nikita?" Adriano grabbed my wife's hand, nearly pulling her off her feet as he tugged on her fingers unabashedly.
In the end, getting the damn dog might have been a good idea.
An hour and a half later, we were in the garden at home, and as expected, Lady Killer was showing Brutus who was going to be in charge, donned in a red collar studded with Swarovski crystals.
As the trainer had warned, the Doberman was a natural leader, and if our Brutus was an emotionally stable dog, he would sense her energy and show submissiveness as soon as he met her.
That's exactly what happened; they sniffed each other, he showed his respects, and Lady Killer was already strutting around the garden like a queen.
Ana María, Adriano, Nikita, and I watched them from the kitchen.
Soon, Brutus started a trot that made me squint in case I needed to intervene, but no, all the dog was trying, as expected, was to mount the ebony princess, who promptly barked him into place.
"Just like his owner..." muttered my cook, prompting a smile from Nikita.
"They get along well, don't they?"
Adriano could not disguise his fear of rejection.
He stood upright, his back pressed against my body, my hands encircling his chest where his heart thudded.
"Of course. He's been crazy about her since he saw her enter the door," I acknowledged, glancing at my wife.
"Are we still talking about dogs or is it about the owners this time?" asked Ana María, making Nikita laugh again. That woman missed nothing.
"For the purpose, it's the same," I admitted without embarrassment. She nodded in satisfaction and Nikita's smile lingered. God, she was beautiful!
Ana called Adriano, warning him it was bath time, that he had to do his homework, and she, meanwhile, would start on dinner. She reached out to the boy who was reluctant to leave. He could have stayed all night there, watching the animals interact. My son grumbled quietly.
"Ana is right, Adri, go with her. The sooner you bathe, the sooner you'll finish your homework and then you can watch the dogs some more." I ruffled his hair.
"Okay," he sighed, unconvinced.
Before leaving the room, Adriano stopped, turned around, and called out to his aunt.
"Nikita." She looked back at him.
"Yes?"
"Thanks for bringing Brutus a friend. I know Lady Killer is a guardian and the real reason is to protect us, but..."
"We all need someone of our own kind to understand us," she preempted him, winking.
He liked the answer; I could tell by the gesture he made with his face. Was it possible that aunt and nephew would really click?
My cook urged him on, and they both left.
I pulled my wife close by the waist and pressed her against me. She looked exhausted; perhaps I had demanded too much, considering the circumstances. Her fingers flew to the back of my neck and caressed it with her nails.
"You made him happy today," I told her.
"It was good. His face lit up, I thought having a guard dog might help ease his nightmares." I hadn't even considered that.
"It might. But seeing how hot Lady Killer gets Brutus, we can't forget to give him the contraceptive pills, or we'll fill the house with dogs in a few months."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of her, and in the end, the trainer said it was more convenient to give her injections."
"Whatever, but let's not forget, I see us starting a kennel."
"Forget about the dogs. Are you going to tell me now what you talked about in the meeting?" Her nose slid down my neck, causing the muscles in my back to tense.
The hands that were on her waist reached down to the roundness of her buttocks.
"If you keep doing that, my brain goes straight to the basement," I confessed, pressing my erection against her belly.
Nikita playfully pushed me away to free herself.
"If you behave, maybe later I'll give your parts the inspection they need. But first, I want to know what you discussed when I wasn't around." My wife was not one to be satisfied with a few caresses and a promise of wild sex.
"How about we leave it for tomorrow? You look exhausted."
"Do I look too tired to talk and not to fuck?" she questioned, moving her hand to my groin.
"You know that part operates on its own, amore , if you don't want me to touch you, I won't."
"Your dick is as free as my mind. I think I can handle both, conversation and wet sex in the spa. How about a jacuzzi with champagne and if you satisfy my curiosity, I'll blow you?"
She licked her lips and brought two fingers to her mouth to lick them brazenly.
My wife was going to be my damn downfall. How could I refuse such an offer? Her nipples were hard, outlined beneath that white shirt.
My mouth went dry and I knew I would do whatever she wanted.
"You do whatever you like to me." I extended my hand and whispered a "go ahead."
Nikita made her move. As she climbed the stairs, she casually dropped pieces of clothing as if they were breadcrumbs marking the path. I picked them up one by one, lost in the vision of her body.
"If you were Gretel and I Hansel," I observed, closing the door, "I'm sure they'd accuse me of incest."
She looked over her shoulder with a lascivious smile.
"Ugh, sibling sex, how perverse..."
She sashayed to the spa bar while I clumsily rushed to undress. I sank into the bubbling water.
My goddess reached for a chilled bottle of Mo?t along with a couple of glasses and managed to slip off her shoes before getting into the water.
I hoped my blood would return to my brain to speak coherently. Seeing her naked, the likelihood was rather slim.
Nikita submerged herself and then settled on the edge with her thighs slightly parted.
She uncorked the bottle and filled the glasses.
"Come, Romeo, and tell me everything."
Was she crazy? With that image before me, I was going to burst through all the walls.
I stood up, letting her see the effect she had on me. Fortunately, I wasn't indifferent to her either. Her pupils dilated, and she didn't hesitate when I parted her thighs and caressed her with the tip of my erection.
She let out a moan and drained her glass completely. I licked the small droplets of water that accumulated on her neck.
"I promise I'll tell you, but grant me this first or I'll be unable to give you all the information you need because you take up too much space in my brain."
I knelt before her sex, she raised her eyebrows waiting for my next move, and when I slid my tongue between her legs, she pulled my hair hard to pull me away from the prize.
"None of that, Romeo. Talk and you'll get what you seek, keep silent and the gates of the kingdom will close." She pressed her knees together. "What's it going to be, amore ?" she challenged.
I sighed in frustration, knowing full well she was capable of leaving me aroused and unrelieved.
"A cold shower," I answered, stepping out of the water to act coherently.