Pet 3 Preview

Yes, wicked readers, there will most definitely be a Pet 3. As I finish polishing all its sweet bits, here is a tease from the opening scene. It reveals quite a lot of detail about Griffin and his developing feelings for his lovely pet, Katelyn.

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Alone, Griffin Montgomery paced the wide length of his library. He had kept the room locked during Katelyn's stay. More than any other place in the world, the house's library was his sanctuary and had been from early childhood. Since his mother's death, the room's only other visitors were Philip and Claire and, once quarterly, a cleaning staff to dust and polish under his housekeeper's watchful eye. 

Now, standing in front of an easel with a table of paints and brushes at his side, Griffin contemplated the unthinkable -- bringing Katelyn to the room. More unthinkable, he wanted to paint her. 

His gaze scanned the room. His landscapes filled the spaces between floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Above the fireplace, a cleaner section of wall indicated the recent removal of another painting. His mouth twitched and his brows drew together in a scowl.

Leaving the painting out on display was not an option. With Katelyn's quick mind, she would have recognized its place of importance and that the painting was by Griffin's own hand. Of course, as observant as she was quick, she'd notice the blank spot, too.

He closed his eyes, picturing the object of the painting. Not a woman or a man but a dog. A sleeping bloodhound, to be exact, sitting on a thick fur rug with a quiet evening's fire warming his backside. Maudlin, yes, but Jupiter and his handler had found a nearly unconscious Griffin lost in the woods on a winter night when he was thirteen. Undoubtedly experiencing guilt over why her son had run off into the estate's woods, Griffin's mother had convinced the dog's owner to part with him for a very large fee.

Jupiter was seven at the time, old for a bloodhound. He somehow survived another four years before age and bloat finally took him. Griffin had felt more grief at Jupiter's passing than he did in later years when his father and then his mother died. Hell, at the end of their lives, he felt no love for his parents, but the painting of Jupiter still had the power to squeeze at Griffin's chest.

That was exactly why Katelyn couldn't see it. Her beautiful hazel eyes would go all soft and knowing and she would ask him about the dog. Then her questions would venture into other areas of his past. As private and stoic as Katelyn was, the woman wanted to get personal with him. She wanted to know him beyond his cock and money.

Not acceptable.

His scowl deepening, Griffin wrapped his hands around the edges of the canvas he had finished priming a few hours before. He could not allow Katelyn into the library. Nor could he continue playing with her, not with her injured ankle and the blow to her head from when she fell on the jogging path. Teasing and loving her in bed through the night had been low risk -- for Katelyn. 

He, on the other hand, had been infected with an unfamiliar weakness. Every step away from her that morning had clawed at his stomach and tried to hook and drag him back into the bedroom. Fuck if he hadn't wanted to cuddle on the bed with Katelyn tucked in the circle of his arms, his nose pressed against her thick, fragrant tresses and his fingers leisurely stroking her yielding flesh.

Releasing the canvas, Griffin rubbed roughly at his cheek. Giving her his bedroom to use had been his first mistake. He knew already that, when Katelyn left, he would have to switch rooms, maybe even throw out the bed and set fire to the sheets that had encased her willing body.

At Griffin's command, Philip and Claire would quietly erase evidence of Katelyn's stay. Not once would they comment on his display of weakness, but they would know one of Griffin's pets had finally burrowed under his skin.

Hell, they likely knew already -- he had brought her to stay at the estate overnight. His past lovers only came for business events -- formal balls, the company's egg hunts at Easter and the executive Christmas party. The women never stayed the night. If he fucked them after the guests were gone, it was bent over his desk, the grand piano or the billiard table and strapped down as often as not. Before his cum had time to dry on their thighs, he packed them in the back of the limo for Philip to chauffer home. 

Striding past the easel, Griffin dropped heavily onto the divan he had re-positioned for Katelyn's sitting. He pressed one of the silk pillows across his face to block the room even as his mind continued to race its perimeter in search of an escape. 

He couldn't paint Katelyn and he couldn't play with her as planned. He needed to send her home with a check for the agreed upon sum and return to the work he had neglected the last few days or rent a very experienced submissive to relieve his frustrations. 

He snorted and pulled the pillow tighter to his face. He would need to rent an entire dungeon of submissives to fuck Katelyn out of his system. With a dozen women plugged, gagged, bound and blindfolded, he might find one he could look at for an hour or two without seeing Katelyn's face.

Dragging himself into a sitting position, Griffin tossed the pillow aside and fished his cellphone from his pocket. He would call Martinique, a female dominant and half-owner of his favorite club. She would round up some lovelies, get their signatures, pay them and have them blindfolded and lubed before his arrival. While he played in one of the club's private dungeons, he would have Philip return Katelyn home. 

He would never lay eyes on her again, even if he had to pay her to move to another part of the world.

Half-finished dialing Martinique's number, a timid knock at the library door stopped him cold. Only two people knocked on that door -- Philip and Claire. Sometimes more like twins than husband and wife, they had the same crisp triple-knock no matter what reception they expected when he answered.

The knock came again, a little bolder and more confident. 

He growled inwardly. It could only be Katelyn. She would have used her cane to walk the distance from the far side of the house, but how did she know where to find him?

He considered waiting, frozen and mute, for her to give up. She couldn't stand there forever, her hurt ankle wouldn't allow it. But how long would she wait?

Knowing deep down she would remain outside his door until she further damaged her foot, he rose with a sigh. He unlocked the door and opened it enough to see her but with no space for Katelyn to step inside. His gaze passed over her body, starting with the careful position of her right foot. From there, his eyes moved up. A silk robe colored a light cream covered her body. Lustrous brown hair cascaded down one shoulder. The long, likely painful, walk had flushed her cheeks and lips a dark red while leaving the rest of her skin pale and bloodless.

Seeing the subtle strain on her face, he wanted to scoop her up and carry her to the divan. That would make matters far worse than they already were. Instead, he glared at her, his voice taking on an imperious tone. "Why are you here?"

Confusion wrinkled Katelyn's brow. Her gaze tracked left, down the long corridor that led toward the kitchen then she caught herself. Griffin refrained from looking down the hall. Someone had brought Katelyn to his door. The cameras would tell him later just who had been so bold, but he would bet half his fortune on Claire having done so. With no children of her own, she thought Griffin needed mothering. 

He closed his eyes for a few calming seconds. He didn't need Claire's good intentions. He needed to be alone, without any meddling staff and certainly without the soft, pliant beauty staring expectantly at him with soulful, aching eyes.

"I did not summon you, if that is what you were told."

A quiver trembled and died across her bottom lip in the space of a second. She lifted her chin then shrugged. 

Unable to read the message buried in that shrug, his hand tightened on the door knob. "I can't exactly play with you in this state like I bargained for, can I?" 

Another quiver flashed and was gone. Katelyn gave a slight shake of her head then her face went dead. "You're right. I can't satisfy the contract if injured. I'll collect my clothes and leave."

"No." He caught himself before his voice turned desperate. Ten seconds ago, he wanted her out of his house, now he wanted his arms around her, her face tilted up to receive his kisses. He needed time to decide which impulse would lead him to the right choice. "You can't walk that far so soon and I'm in no mood to carry you."

Stepping back, he opened the door and gestured her inside. "You will rest then return to your room."

She started to shake her head but then he saw her gaze freeze. He knew by the angle that she had spotted the blank canvas. Without remarking on it or the paints readied and waiting, she moved into the room and took a seat on the divan. Placing the cane on the floor, she laid back and laced her fingers low across her stomach.

Seeing the shake that ran through Katelyn's hands, Griffin shut the door and locked it. He would wait a little longer before sending her away. Perhaps he would still call Martinique and arrange for a late evening indulgence, burning away his weakness for Katelyn with the pliant mouths and cunts of paid lovers. Maybe that would clear his head.

Yes. Deciding the matter, he nodded as he crossed the room to stand by the divan. He would fuck Martinique's comely subs until his dick was too worn to become rigid at the thought or sight of the beautiful pet trembling before him in his library. 

Intent on not looking at Katelyn's face, Griffin's gaze drifted down her body. Her nervous hands clutched the vertical hems of the robe. He had left her in the bathroom that morning with instructions and supplies for removing the downy fur of her sex. She would have obeyed, which meant her mound was hairless beneath the robe.

No reason he couldn't take a brief look before he returned to his study and called Martinique. No reason at all.

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