Having scooped her up, he made an experimental attempt to hold her up and nuzzle at her belly.
Yes. Good.
Then he held her against his chest, and meandered back toward the kitchen. She really despised how much she was enjoying this. It was, once again, not a sensation he was used to getting from a dog. And none of this was usually how he got it from someone. This was the kind of orange blossom and oolong taste he might expect from, say, a particularly humiliating variation on sodomy with someone who thought they were better than he was, being forced to learn that they were horribly wrong. This was much less effort, and really hadn't earned it. Then again, he'd rarely done anything to really earn the depths of loathing hidden beneath her hats.
"Clean pups may sit on the counters," he informed her, setting her down as he flicked the light switch. He ran his hand over her back and kissed her head again. She was just so small! She felt so nice! It wasn't the same as idly petting someone's hair, but it was a different kind of pleasant. He just wanted to pick her up and squeeze her to death, which was a strange way to feel about a thing.
He went directly to the cupboard where he kept his crystal, and found the miniature champagne glasses he used to use for parties. The wide, flat bowls of the actual glass made them ideal for stacking into delicate arrangements on a tray, but in this case, it would be easier for her to get her face into.
A simple plate might work better, but where was the fun in that?
He filled one with water, and set it down in front of her. He wet his finger and ran it along the rim to make a brief sound. "Good crystal for good girls," he teased, patting the top of her ribboned head. Then he went to the fridge to find what he wanted: a glass jar of Ossetra caviar.
"What do you think?" he asked, setting the jar and the small stemware on the counter. He tapped the lid with a mother-of-pearl spoon. "I hope you are not offended that it has already been opened. You may be used to fresher fare, but here we must make do." He unscrewed the top, and gently spooned some of the caviar into the little crystal bowl. Then he rested the spoon in the jar, and slid the stemware beside the one with water. "See how you like it. Better to use your tongue than your teeth, but such rules are for men and not spoiled pups, oui?"
Yes. Good.
Then he held her against his chest, and meandered back toward the kitchen. She really despised how much she was enjoying this. It was, once again, not a sensation he was used to getting from a dog. And none of this was usually how he got it from someone. This was the kind of orange blossom and oolong taste he might expect from, say, a particularly humiliating variation on sodomy with someone who thought they were better than he was, being forced to learn that they were horribly wrong. This was much less effort, and really hadn't earned it. Then again, he'd rarely done anything to really earn the depths of loathing hidden beneath her hats.
"Clean pups may sit on the counters," he informed her, setting her down as he flicked the light switch. He ran his hand over her back and kissed her head again. She was just so small! She felt so nice! It wasn't the same as idly petting someone's hair, but it was a different kind of pleasant. He just wanted to pick her up and squeeze her to death, which was a strange way to feel about a thing.
He went directly to the cupboard where he kept his crystal, and found the miniature champagne glasses he used to use for parties. The wide, flat bowls of the actual glass made them ideal for stacking into delicate arrangements on a tray, but in this case, it would be easier for her to get her face into.
A simple plate might work better, but where was the fun in that?
He filled one with water, and set it down in front of her. He wet his finger and ran it along the rim to make a brief sound. "Good crystal for good girls," he teased, patting the top of her ribboned head. Then he went to the fridge to find what he wanted: a glass jar of Ossetra caviar.
"What do you think?" he asked, setting the jar and the small stemware on the counter. He tapped the lid with a mother-of-pearl spoon. "I hope you are not offended that it has already been opened. You may be used to fresher fare, but here we must make do." He unscrewed the top, and gently spooned some of the caviar into the little crystal bowl. Then he rested the spoon in the jar, and slid the stemware beside the one with water. "See how you like it. Better to use your tongue than your teeth, but such rules are for men and not spoiled pups, oui?"
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