Chapter 9
Adler
The last few days have been spectacular, Violet is a wonderful pet and excellent company.
I even find myself working less just to spend time with her. Today, for example, I had five meetings set up. I sent Brice to all but one, the one I could do on the phone.
I was going to leave Violet to rest while I was on my call, but I couldn't, I missed her. So now we're both in my office. She's curled up on my lap in my comfortable chair, her head resting on one shoulder while I talk on the phone with my other hand.
“I don't care, Mr. Morse. You asked for the premium package, the highest security for your business, and the most cyber security we offer. It's not my fault that we found out about the money laundering.” I argue.
Kellan Morse runs a printing company, newspapers, and books I believe. He was worried about his associates stealing from him when he called me. Turns out, no, they were not stealing. His business partner was just slowing down their money laundering to make their sales increase less suspicious.
Kellan barks something about me being a con, trying to blackmail him for more money to keep quiet. It's ironic since I never asked for more.
“Need I remind you; I didn't ask for more money. I didn't threaten to turn you in or even to shut down your illegal business. I simply informed you of what was happening, as you asked.” I argue back.
Violet adjusts on my lap, curling herself further into me the longer this phone call goes on. I can't even imagine how she's comfortable when she's curled up like a cat on a windowsill. But I find myself smiling down at her while my client furiously yells into the phone.
She still has her head on my shoulder, making me feel her breath on my neck. Her legs are pulled up as close to her chest as she can manage, and her arms are tucked into her chest. I, however, have an arm around her while my fingers leisurely stroke her pussy.
He yells about his money coming from the brothel, about charging $300 a night for each escort and that's where the money is coming from, I didn't ask.
“He's lying.” Violet murmurs.
I pull my phone from my ear, staring down at her. “Who's lying about what, kitten?” I ask. She points to the phone, quietly whispering, “He charges $120 an evening.” As quietly as she can manage to not alert Kellan.
I almost laugh, smiling down at my little pet for a moment before continuing my conversation with my client, but I do reward her with a forehead kiss.
“I don't care where the money is from but we both know it isn't the brothel.
That's your cover to hide what you're really doing which is concerning that you're hiding illegal activity with illegal activity.” I mention.
While it may be a little messed up to extort my client for double the money, he deserves it. “I will be looking into your businesses, Mr. Morse. All of them. We'll be in touch to discuss a new price for my protection.” I say flatly before hanging up.
“I didn't mean to interrupt, I'm sorry, master.” Violet almost whispers. I smile down at my girl, adjusting in my seat until she climbs off of me and stands up. “No need, that was very helpful. How about we spend the rest of the day lounging?” I suggest.
She's earned a few hours of nothing but peace, and I think I have too.
I take Violet's leash in my hand, leading her out of my office and into the living room for a little while.
I let her curl up with her head on my lap and a blanket draped over her while we watched some ridiculous movie.
I don't even think I could tell you what it's about and I know Violet can't, she's half asleep while I stroke her hair.
I hear my front door slam and a moment later I hear Brice's angry footsteps storm through my home until he's standing in the doorway of the living room. “Never again.” He yells.
Violet jolts at the volume, scaring herself awake. She hurries and sits up as best as she's able, having the lean heavily on one hip since her tail prevents her from sitting regularly.
I glare at Brice, pulling Violet into my side. She tucks her blanket tightly around her, both keeping warm and hiding her naked body from Brice. “Problem?” I ask sternly.
“I've had a long fucking day, man. First of all, that first client was a fucking nightmare. Did you know we've been wasting manpower watching her ex for two years?” He asks. “TWO YEARS!” He quickly yells.
Brice runs his hand through his hair, tugging on the strands for a moment. “Do you know what we've found in those two years? Nothing! The dude doesn't give a shit about her, never has!” He snaps.
I let Brice vent his frustrations, letting him yell as much as he wants. For now. Once he's done, I give him a look warning him that he's done talking. “How is it a waste of manpower when Ms. Haddler has paid for that surveillance?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Brice opens his mouth to answer, but I hold my finger up. “I gave you my meetings today to handle them, not to question if I know what I'm doing. I do. I suggest you fix the attitude.” I warn.
Brice snaps his mouth shut, even slightly bowing his head. “Yes, sir.” He answers.
I rub my hand down Violet's waist while I enjoy Brice looking pathetic like a scolded child. “Did everything else go well?” I ask curiously.
Brice nods, his hands behind his back and his posture solid, just like our years in the service. “Yes, sir. Ms. Haddler is irate, swearing she saw her ex-husband following her again, but I handled it.” He promises.
I smile a little, staring down at Violet before focusing on Brice. “Good, thank you.” I say genuinely. I focus on Violet, squeezing her into my side. “Go suck his cock, kitten. He's had a long day.” I insist.
Just as she's told, she climbs off the couch and makes her way to Brice. “I'd prefer if you let me eat it.” He admits.
With a loud bark of laughter, I nod. “Very well, climb on the coffee table. Show him my pretty little pussy.” I order.
I grin when I see her breathing pick up while she climbs up onto the coffee table, her ass hanging over the edge until her tail is resting comfortably.
She spreads her thighs nice and wide, planting her feet on the edges of the table to show herself to Brice.
“Good girl, now sit still and enjoy.” I say.
Brice stands up, dropping to his knees in front of Violet. He only partially shifts, not letting her see himself, but I know he wants to use his tongue on her. Not that I blame him, I do the same thing every time I spread her across a piece of furniture.
I watch from my seat while Violet grips the table with white knuckles when his tongue slides into her. “Thank you, master.” Violet moans loudly while Brice feasts on her.
I grin, watching Brice grip her thick ass with both hands while tongue fucking her.
He digs his fingers into her flesh, burying his face in her so far that I'm sure his tongue is reaching places most human cocks can't. He reaches one hand up her body, pulling one of her nipples between his fingers while the other holds onto her ass.
While his tongue fucks into her roughly, he pulls her tail from her and uses her arousal as lube to probe her asshole with two fingers. My cock jumps in my pants at the sounds she makes when he invades her.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, staring at Violet while she pants and whines at all the sensations.
Violet huffs, her hands holding the table and her body unmoving like I've taught her. She knows to sit still and take what she's given. “May I, master? Please.” She asks pathetically.
I finally get up from the couch and squat down by her head. My hands find their way to her heavy breasts and take over toying with both of her nipples. All while my face is only inches from hers. “Show me how beautifully you cum, let him taste it.” I insist.
I already know I'm going to fuck the feeling of him out of her later, I'm going to show her that she'll never cum harder in her life than when I make her.
I can't wait.