Page 66 of Owning His Pet
“You’re an alien,” she says when she has her wits about her. “Or I imagined you were, when we were… I don’t know what came over me.”
This is the mundane programming of a mundane life trying to override what really happened just now. I will have to tell her all over again, and probably again after that. And, quite likely, again after that.
“I am not from this world, pet,” I tell her gently.
“No,” she says. “I know. You came here as a settler.”
“I mean, I am not of this realm. This reality, originally.”
“That sounds suspiciously like what Mrs. Drexel has to say about shifting timelines,” Mara says.
“I’ve not heard her treatise on the subject. I’ll have to stop by her fudge stand at some point and find out what her opinions are,” I say, moving her to settle her comfortably atop me.
She lies on me, her elbows on my chest, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me more,” she says. “I mean, I got, you know, some notions, but they seem mad…”
“You and I first knew each other in a different time, and a different place. In that reality, things were very…”
“Different,” she says, filling in the word.
“Yes. Your father was missing, and you were trying to find him.”
“And you were helping me?”
“Sort of,” I say, giving myself the most generous interpretation possible. “I was doing my best to look after you, and to have you adapt to being with me.”
“Why did I have to be with you?”
I give her butt a light slap. “Look at the chemistry between us, pet. Can you imagine a realm in which we are not drawn to one another? I confess, I cannot.”
She smirks at that. “You are hot,” she says. “And there’s something about you. Like you’re fucked up, and kinda controlling, but good and nice and hot at the same time. It’s probably…” She trails off. “Were we happy?”
“We didn’t get a lot of chances to be happy,” I say, idly running my hand up and down her neck, her back, and the warm rounds of her rear that are still lit with the embers of my discipline. “But we tried to stay with each other.”
“But we couldn’t?”
“There was a lot going on,” I say. “We had enemies.”
“And they won?”
“Not in the end,” I smile. “In the end I found my way back to you, and that is what we have here, and now, our togetherness.”
She smiles dreamily. “I like that story,” she says.
It is a story to her. Maybe it will always be a story.
In this lifetime, it all happened to someone who was not entirely her, not for long anyway. Something she was saved from before it ever happened.
I snug her close, my sweet little human pet, the woman I have sacrificed everything for. I feel her warmth, her softness, and her trust.
“I love you, my pet,” I say, kissing her sweet button nose.
“I love you too,” she mumbles back as her eyes start to get heavy. “My dad is gonna shotgun marry us. You better get fitted for a tux.”
“I’ll do that just as soon as I get the house built,” I promise.
“No,” she says. “Do it first. Because I wanna do this again, and if we get caught, he will shoot you and then we’ll have to find each other in a whole other lifetime and I’m too tired for that. So get a tux.”
“Alright, pet,” I chuckle, patting her sweet ass again. “I’ll get a tux.”
