Puppy

You would think you’d feel degraded, not able to speak up about what you think, but it doesn’t seem to bother you. You seem to do a lot better when you don’t have the option of speaking for yourself, in fact.~
When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn’t get his way, he’d whine, holler, and complain for hours. He lived with his father and sucked the money out of his accounts one by one. I absolutely hated him.
He would come into his fathers office and flirt with every person in the building with a cock. I’m ninety percent positive that he’d fucked most of them. And he was only eighteen.
When I was hired on, he immediately became fascinated with me. I’ve no idea why. I never treated him nicely. Half of the time I merely rolled my eyes and ignored the obvious flirtation.
But he was a persistent little shit.
And because he was my bosses son, I had to at least be cordial with him. That didn’t mean I fucking wanted to though. I thought he was a snotty little brat, after all. But I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t the most adorable little fucker I had ever seen.
He is still the most adorable little fucker I’ve ever seen and he’s nearly twenty one now.
My little puppy, with his adorable blue green eyes, velvety black hair that nearly kisses his chin when he moves his head and makes his pale skin appear even more luminescent, and a slim, tiny little body that he could move in ways that couldn’t possibly be legal.
It had taken him a full year of persistence before I finally realized why he was the way he is. A couple months after he...