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 Inherited Captive
   by Nysidra
   Fantasy Erotica (MF, power play, switch)
Summary: Mina inherits a pet from a dying friend.
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   Too early for a phone call.  The birds weren't even chirping yet.
   I reached out to grab my buzzing cellphone and pulled it under the
covers.  My pulse accelerated and my skin drew tight as the read the caller
ID.
   Nell.
   "Hello?"
   "Mina.  It's time."
   "I'll be there in a couple minutes." I was already out the bed and
stepping into my sneakers.  I pulled on a long dress and hurried out the
door.  I jogged the three blocks to Nell's house.  The stars were still
bright, no hint of the sun coming soon, no cars on the street.
   Nell, a single, successful woman of exotic tastes was terminally ill,
and for some strange reason, this woman chose me to care for her pet after
her departure.
   The front door was open.  A hooded figure kneeled on the floor near
packed luggage.
   Nell's weak cough got my attention.  "Do you trust me?"
   "Yes," I answered.  I trusted her, but I had hoped this day would never
come.  I trusted her, but I didn't understand why she trusted me.
   "Take him with you," she paused to let another weak volley of coughs
pass.  "I only have a few days left.  I know it; he knows it." Nell paused,
patted her forehead.  "You don't have to keep him, but..."
   I walked over to her and took her hand.  Nell was the one facing death,
but my hands were the only ones trembling.  "We discussed this.  I'll keep
my promise."
   "Rex," her voice turned strong.  "Keys."
   He crawled over and held up a set of keys.
   She motioned for me to take them.  "Go on now, just like we planned."
   ***
   As planned.
   We discussed this day, several months ago, shortly after she brought me
into her confidence.  I met her during a neighborhood gathering only weeks
before that.  I don't why or what she saw in me, but we became fast
friends.
   I used the keys to unlock Rex's truck.  The bed was packed with the
remainder of his luggage.  I had prepared a room for him, finished it over
a week ago, but it remained bare.  Nell wanted him to move all at once. 
She had insisted upon a sudden and clean transition.
   One final trip inside the house.  Rex kneeled at Nell's feet.  He
embraced her thighs, she whispered something as she caressed the inside of
his hood.  She slipped the hood back and he bowed his head.  Metal clinked
and turned.  Nell withdrew a metallic collar and placed it into his hands.
   "You no longer belong to me.  I can no longer care for you." Nell's
words were soft and the rest of her speech indistinct.
   I teared up as I watched Nell and Rex say their goodbyes.  What had I
gotten myself into?  Did I know what I was doing?  Would I earn the right
to keep him?
   I didn't know if Rex was a man or boy under that hood.  I thought I knew
the answers, but at that moment, moments before dawn, all I knew was that
Nell was dying and I had a promise to fulfill.  He kept his face buried in
her thighs until she returned the hood to his head.
   Rex stood and walked over to me, head bowed, bag and collar clutched in
hand.
   Until that moment, I had never seen him stand.  No boy I'd ever known
had such a tall and broad figure.  He stopped a few feet away from me.
   Nell waved me on.  "Thank you, friend."
   I gave a single nod and led Rex out the house.
   I drove his truck the few blocks back to my house.  The metal
attachments clinked as he fumbled with the collar in his lap.  I pulled his
truck into my garage and led him into my house.
   Rex followed me at a respectful distance.  He moved as soft as a cat
over the hardwood floor.
   I fanned my hand out to indicate his new room.  "I'll go unload the
truck."
   The black hood shook.
   "All right." I set the keys in his hand.  "Lock up when you're done. 
I'll be in the living room."
   I watched my life change from my seat on the living room couch.  Rex was
a one-man moving company.  He carried everything with ease.  Each trip back
from the truck meant he was a little more a part of my life.
   Talons of nervousness and fear dug deep.  I wasn't ready for this.  I
don't know this man.  I've never cared for a person, not even a pet.  I
just learned how to care for myself.  I couldn't be sure my old wounds had
healed for good.
   I shut off the anxious leak and forced my thoughts to still.  My mind
went blank as the dark figure, cloaked and hooded, carried all his own
things into my house.
   I dozed off.  When I came to the sun had risen.  Two sets of keys lay on
the coffee table.  Rex sat on the floor near my feet.
   I stirred and sat up.  His bronze eyes observed me from under his
shroud. They seemed to swallow the light and almost glow like a pair of
radiant gems.
   "Good morning."
   He gave a slow nod of acknowledgement.
   'He's one of the most intelligent pets you could ever ask for.  I know
you didn't ask, so I'm asking you.  Teach him to care for himself like a
feline or follow you dutifully like a dog.  Be the Mistress or the
Companion.  Either way, I can no longer do this myself.  All I ask is that
you give him a chance to serve you.'
   'Why?  Why can't I immediately set him free?'
   'He chose you.  That's why.'
   I didn't believe Nell, not until this moment.  How independent was he
already?  If Nell gave him such liberties as choosing his next owner, maybe
there wasn't much work for me to do.
   Fuck.
   I sat up.  I nearly instructed him to follow, but I just walked ahead a
few steps and looked back.  I gave my thigh a single, soft pat.
   His head cocked to the side for a moment and he crawled toward me a
step.
   I nodded and pat my thigh again and continued to walk toward his
bathroom.  "Relieve yourself if you need to."
   Seems he did.  I stood outside the door which remained open.  He sat and
I heard the stream of urine.
   Why was I watching?
   To show I was going to make an effort, to seek out the confidence to
care for a pet.
   His legs were hairy and he had very nice feet.  His calves looked
massive.
   He finished and I turned to walk toward my own bathroom.
   I was trembling with nerves as I undressed.  I'd left the door open as
well.
   Damn fool, but I had to show equal trust.
   As I dropped my shirt to the ground, I saw Rex kneeled in the hallway,
his back to my door.
   I grinned from ear to ear in the shower.  Giddiness replaced the fear.
How was I going to thank him?  Pet him?  He wasn't a dog.  Reward ... 
reward...
   I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around myself.
   "Thank you," I said as I brushed my hair.
   He turned towards me and held out his hand.  I extended mine.  He
brought my hand to his cheek and brushed my fingers against it.
   "I'll keep that in mind."
   His robe unnerved me, but that was the one instruction about which Nell
had been explicit.  The robe was the strongest restraint he wore.
   He needed a restraint?  How did this make him intelligent?
   His kind were too aware, too lucid for him to be mentally disabled.
   Intelligent, fiercely so, and hence dangerous.
   How did the robe work to restrain him?
   ***
   I made breakfast.  I set a plate on the low table.  He could sit cross
legged on a pillow and eat.  I bought the table and a pillow a few weeks
ago.
   Rex looked at the pillow and dashed off, on all fours, as quick as a
child, and returned with what seemed to be one of his own.  He placed it on
the floor and looked to me.
   My heart was still pounding from watching the sudden burst of energy. 
Fast, graceful, strong.  "That's great." I retrieved my softer one.
   We ate our breakfast in silence.
   Was I ready for this?
   Noon rolled around.  I went about my house work.  Rex stayed out of my
way, but near, vigilant.  I felt studied by him, as if I were a little girl
in a holding cage.  The sensation of being so openly observed was
unsettling.  I felt like I was being actively stalked by a human
surveillance camera.  My actions recorded and judged.
   So when exercise time came around, I opted to dance.  I put the radio on
and ...  no.  Not even.  I couldn't forget he was there.  I decided to
stretch.
   Rex left and went to his room.
   Recorded and judged.  Did he sense my discomfort?
   I had a man in my house and I didn't know what he looked like, but I had
a few glimpses.  Bronze eyes.  Hairy legs.  Tall, strong.  Light brown
skin.
   The exercise didn't help put aside my nerves.  I went to his room.  I
needed to tell him that I was lost, that I didn't know what he needed.  I
stood there, probably saying it with my hopeless eyes and defeated posture.
   "I need to know what you look like." I blurted suddenly.  "I can't
handle not seeing you." I winced.  This was a stupid idea.
   He stood before me, a good six to eight inches taller and stretched his
arms out beside him.
   The robe unfastened in three places.  I undid the latches and parted the
robe.  I didn't push his hood back though I felt his eyes daring me to.
   I stopped breathing to avoid gasping for air.  He was utterly naked
under the robe.  Naked and muscled and trim and taunt and healthy.
   I needed to close that damn robe, though I could ...  I ached to hold
him against me, to push that hood back.  He had this smell about him, fresh
and male and savory.  I refused to meet his eyes as I reached for the
bottom fasten.  One clasp at a time, I felt my control returned.  Oh, what
charisma, what a man.  All man, zero boy.
   I looked him in the eye.  He immediately kneeled and bowed his head.  As
I caressed his cheek, I think I felt him smile.
   What in the hell just happened to me?  I went from nervous to lusty in
the space of several seconds.  Even as I left the room that gorgeous vision
of his body called to me.  I had more than a man in my house, I had a
demigod.
   There were pets like that.  I'd heard talk of them before.  They were
like exotic animals, trapped and tamed, sold to the highest bidder.  Much
like an exotic animal, you only heard of them when the owner ended up dead.
I suppressed those thoughts.
   He was not mine.  I did not buy him.  I inherited him.  All I had to do
was care for him.  Nothing else.  He was the fruit of a poisoned tree.
   I maintained our detached relationship over the next several days.  I
got a little more accustomed to his watchful eye.  He became more aware of
my routine.  Within a week we were cleaning and exercising together.
   The robe did come off, of course, but I was never around to see it.  He
showered while I slept and closed his door whenever he wanted time alone.
   I could have barged in.  The door did not lock, but I preferred to call
for him when I wanted him.
   Rex had been in my house for 12 days when Nell's lawyer came by to
deliver the news.  All of her affairs had been handled as the woman wanted.
   I don't know how Rex took it.  Maybe he'd done all his mourning before
we left.  Our life, as it were, moved on.
   I viewed Rex as something of a mute, a disabled room mate, but not a
pet, and definitely not a chiseled demigod.  However, keeping my earlier
distraction in mind, I maintained a level of dominance.
   I didn't talk to him.  I didn't know how, what to say, and yet, I adored
having him around me.  At night I would lay in bed and wonder why Nell
didn't tell me more about him.  Would I have declined her request?
   ***
   Two months passed under my plutonic guardianship.  I suppose I had taken
the feline option, allowing him to do his own thing while I provided food,
shelter, and safety.
   All that changed one night.
   I bolted up in my bed.  It was still dark out.
   Another sound, and then the sliding of my glass door.  Was Rex up?
   Before I could make it to the living room a low growl gave me pause.  A
scraggly outline of a man stood in the open door.
   "Easy there boy," the man whispered.  He swept back and forth with the
gun in his hand trying to find the 'dog.'
   Just as the barrel of the gun pointed away from me, Rex sprang at him
and attacked.  The man cried out.  The gun clattered to the floor.  As for
Rex, every move seemed controlled, on purpose, like watching a beautifully
choreographed attack.  Having disarmed and injured the intruder, Rex backed
away.
   He snarled, like any man giving a guttural warning, then looked over at
me and yelped.
   "Get out of my house," I said, "or he will kill you."
   I meant the words as a bluff, but I believed them the moment I spoke.
   The man scrambled, stumbling and favoring his wounds.
   Rex was not robed, not clothed.  Moonlight reflected in the sweat
glistening off his naked glory.
   Should I call the police?  How would I explain Rex?
   I walked over to Rex and caressed his shoulder.  "Thank you." Did I
scold him for not waking me?  What if that man came back?
   I shut the sliding door.  "I've been meaning to get this door secured.
Broke the latch about two years ago."
   Rex disappeared and returned with a stick and wedged it inside the
frame.
   "Good idea." I mumbled.  He was still naked, still gorgeous, still
delicious.  Hanging low and swinging thick.
   I turned and put one foot in front of the other until I reached my bed.
He could find his own robe.
   Rex followed.
   I had the covers pulled up to my chest though I still had on my gown.
   He stood there, flaccid but flawless.
   I didn't get the same feeling of being seduced, overtaken.  What was he
doing in here?
   Maybe he felt as rattled by the intrusion as I was.
   "Rinse off, then come back."
   His head bowed and he backed out of her room.
   I sat up and waited for him to return.
   He came back a few minutes later, clean, dry, naked, smelling delicious.
I lifted the covers and he crawled under.  I caressed his cheek until his
eyelids drooped.
   "On your stomach." I massaged his back, nothing professional, but
something to soothe him, to thank him.  I replayed the sound of that growl,
a human growl, in my head.  Now that the threat had been removed, I was
impressed.  Rex had not spoken a word since living here with me, but damn,
that roar vibrated the air.
   He had the courage to release a battle cry such as that.  As my thoughts
lingered, my hands began to caress him in a way that turned me on.
   I sat beside him on the bed.  He turned his head to look at me, but his
body remained flat.
   How did Nell treat him?  Some people used their pets for labor, others
for comfort, and others still for both labor and comfort.  I couldn't ask.
Whatever he did with her was not my business.
   "You can stay," I eased under my covers.  I haven't been near a such a
sexual creature in a very long time.  I wasn't scared though, such was my
comfort level with him.
   But his robe was off?  Why was Nell so adamant about that meaning
something?
   Only two or three breaths passed in silence.
   Rex reached out, pulled me under him, wrapped his arms and legs around
me, encasing me in his body.  One hand gripped my hair, pulled my head
aside, and he sank his teeth into my neck, bit down, and gave this low,
rumbling, rolling growl.
   Given my past, I surprised myself.  I didn't flinch, scream, or
struggle. Over two months we'd spent in harmony and I banked on that
foundation of trust.  Perhaps I was fool, but I had a long history of
foolish behavior.
   I lay there, restrained under his animalistic hold.  Pain bloomed in my
neck, but I was able to breathe.  At worse I would have one hell of a
bruise.
   When he realized that I was not going to chastise him or struggle, he
unlocked his jaw and licked my neck.  His tongue played in the grooves of
his bite, creating a different kind of pain.  Pleasure rose from the
darkness of suppressed memory and emotion.  I squirmed, but not in any
effort to get away.
   He growled again, his fingers dug into my hips.  My legs weren't open,
and any moment now I'd be in a situation out of my control.  The robe must
have been a restraint, a sign that he was subdued, pliant.  If I wanted to
get out of this then I needed to pull out skills I'd long buried.
   I went slack under him and allowed myself to moan.  I didn't have to
force it.  He felt so massive and powerful.
   Rex backed off.  Each time he exhaled the breath cooled the sweat on my
forehead.  My eyes remained closed.
   Nell once asked me if I had ever been topped, if I had liked it.  I told
her no to both, but only half of it was a lie.  Not only had I been topped,
I began my life as a pet: abused, misused, beaten, and degraded.  I hated
my fate and my master almost immediately.
   Rex placed his teeth on my shoulder and bit down until I whimpered, then
he eased off.  He moved to another spot and bit me again, and again.  Each
time he bit me a little harder until I showed a true sign of pain.  The
methodical way he went about his task reminded me that he was not as out of
control as he appeared.  Always watching, testing, observing.  Rex sat up
on the bed and led me to do the same.  My eyes fluttered open.
   What would he do now?
   My eyes dropped to his body.  My goodness he was some kind of handsome.
My nipples hardened at the thought of him touching me.  No.  I averted my
eyes.  No matter what, any sexual relationship between us would mean taking
advantage of him.  I could never do that.  I knew better than that.
   Rex snarled.  I stared at him, eyes wide and surprised.  He sounded
threatening, but he looked hurt.  He accented that snarl with the snap of
his jaw.  He'd already shown me hard he could bite and how little effort it
took him to overpower someone.
   I grabbed Rex by the throat, rose to my knees and brought my face to
his. "If you have something to say, you need to find a different way to say
it."
   Under my choke hold, weak as it probably was, Rex attained an erection.
   I slid my hand around the back of his neck and fisted his hair.
   Rex issued a low growl, as if in warning.
   "What?" I hissed, tightening my grip.  I wanted to push him to speak to
me.  What if he wanted me to understand him?
   What if that growl really was a warning?
   Tugging on his hair, I coaxed Rex onto his back.  I straddled him just
below the hip, not touching his massive erection.
   Rex created a light swerving touch along the inside of my thigh: gentle,
loving, and I let down my guard.
   That's when he made his move.  I yelped as he tossed me back against the
bed and pinned me down.
   His fingers slipped inside me.  Cool against my heat.  I gasped and
shuddered as he turned on the full effect of his charm.  That charisma,
that dangerous elixir I'd gotten a taste of poured over me.  Though he held
me down with an iron grip, his ministrations were gentle, probing.  I
moaned openly as he fucked me with two of his fingers.  His thumb circled
my clitoris, driving me higher.  When I climaxed, his movement slowed to a
crawl, but did not stop.  His thumb didn't go anywhere near my clitoris,
but two fingers worked magic.  As I calmed down, he started back up.
   He knew just how to bring me back over the edge.  His restraining hand
moved to my breasts.  By the third or maybe fourth orgasm, I thought I had
nothing left in me when I felt him really pay attention to my g-spot.  He
wasn't harsh or impatient.  He remained controlled and methodical.  I
drifted out of my haze long enough to realize how completely he controlled
me.
   Rex had not put his dick in my face.  He made no move to penetrate me.
He was lucid, aggressive, and skilled.
   My eyes rolled toward the top of my head.  My feet went cold.  My body
tingled as ejaculate sprayed from me.  Just under my thigh I felt another
spray, warm and thick.  The sound of his moan kept me flying.  He cradled
me in his arms, stood up, and carried me.  The closet door opened and
closed.  He wrapped me in towels.  I had a vague sense of what he was
doing, but I had to pay more attention to myself.
   I'd gone under and I couldn't care for myself in this state.  I was
vulnerable, helpless.  He had to have known.
   Finished with the towels, he cradled me.  Rex sat with me and pulled a
blanket around his shoulders, creating a cocoon of warmth.
   "I picked you, Mina." He purred as he moved his hand along my body,
comforting me, confirming what I had doubted.
   Furthermore, he spoke to me.  What a fucking voice!  Almost as imposing
as his growl, as strong as his body, as soft as his touch.
   "Mina, open your eyes."
   I looked up at him and felt myself swept away, floating.  I needed to
run.  I couldn't let this happen to me again.
   "If you bite your lip, I will let you go.  Do nothing and I will shelter
and protect you until you come up naturally."
   I did nothing.  I wanted to be held, wanted his warmth.  He revealed so
much in so few words, how easily he'd read me, how much he knew what I
desired.  How could a man like him live as a pet?  What kind of creature
did Nell have?  Who was he now?
   The shivering stopped and tears began.  My eyes leaked and Rex's soft
hands whisked them away.
   No questions as to why.
   "Close your eyes."
   My lids shut.
   Tears began to flow faster in the darkness.  Memories of past hells
tormented me.  How could I allow this to happen again?  I whimpered as the
sadness welled up.  Just as the sobs began to rock me, Rex proved that he
was still with me.
   "Mina."
   I looked at him.  I felt hypnotized, so quickly the fog of sadness left.
I inhaled and hummed.  Damn he smelled so good.
   Picked me?  Maybe it wasn't Nell who I met at that party.  Had Rex been
lurking in the shadows somewhere?  I must have been a mess, just learning
to make and develop friendships.  Rex nuzzled his face against mine.
   I smiled.
   Rex unwrapped us and helped me stand.  He bounded ahead into the
bathroom.  He started water to running in the tub, poured salts in the
bath, and dimmed the light.
   He left me to my bath.  I heard movement in the bedroom, but I knew it
was only him.
   I took time to contemplate the evening during my soak.  I'd just met an
unrestrained Rex.  Was it so bad?  What had I learned?  He knew far more
about me than I'd managed to learn about him.
   Too much time in the warm water and my mind wandered.  What would it be
like to have him inside me?
   Rex appeared just as I was drying off.  He had on a heather gray hooded
robe.  He kneeled outside the bathroom door.
   Now that I'd had time to recenter, I felt a surge of responsibility.  I
wanted to be as instinctive and attentive for him as he'd been for me. 
What did he need now?
   I set the towel down and Rex held my night clothes high above his head
for me.
   He needed reassurance.
   I dressed and reached down to caress his cheek.  He hummed in delight as
I took my time.
   "Thank you, Rex."
   I entered the bedroom and saw a bed made with fresh sheets.  Down the
hall I heard the washer going.
   Rex nudged me to the bed with his body.
   "All right.  I'll see you in the morning."
   ***
   The next day wasn't as radical as I feared.  We got back into much of
the same routine.  I ran an errand for a new sliding glass door.
   While Rex did the installation, I visited his room.
   He slept on a circular floor mattress.  It was firm, but comfortable. 
Opposite his bed was a large cage.  I got goosebumps wondering why he would
own such a thing.  Did Nell put him in one?  I flipped open one of his
trunks and saw where he kept his clothes, some rope, silk scarves.  I
closed the trunk.
   A scrapbook lay on the shelf.  I lay in the middle of his room and
flipped the book open.  After viewing a few of the pages I realized that
I'd found what I had been looking for.
   Everything had been cut out from something else: pictures, texts, maps,
logos, dates.  He liked red meat, fish, and eggs, but not pork.  He had
recipes with various stickers.  He liked cake, but had a picture of a sick
person next to tapioca.
   I flipped the pages with a constant grin.  He liked lifting weights. 
That, at least, I had known.  I saw a picture of him, not much older than
16, if he was that.  He was blowing out a birthday cake and a date from a
newspaper was taped just under it.
   Stunned, I scanned the open pages, looking at what I assumed were
'gifts.' I recognized the truck, various tools, equipment, even a few
games.
   Next came the pictures of women, models, but all sharing certain
features.  This was what he found beautiful.  I wasn't surprised to see
pictures of hands, but I was surprised by the legs.  Given my penchant for
doing housework in a pair of cotton shorts, he must have been enjoying
himself.
   The next few pages were pornographic clippings.  Positions, expressions,
quite gynecological views of a pussy.  I scanned the info, a picture said
everything more clearly than any amount of words could.
   I moved to his music section.  Band names, ticket stubs, instruments.
   Was he ever going to tell me about this book?
   There was another, faded blue book on the shelf, and it looked full. 
This one only had a few pages left.  I rolled over and found Rex seated at
my feet.  I had no clue how long he'd been in the room with me.  I closed
the scrapbook and put it back on the shelf.
   "I need to run another errand." I dragged one of my fingers along his
bottom lip.  He sighed and his eyes closed.  He liked kissing so much.  Two
whole pages were dedicated to just lips meeting.
   Oh, and biting.  He really liked biting, but not being bitten.
   I had been lax in my duties.  Rex had been sheltered, fed, and
protected, but I didn't know much about him, thinking one day he'd tell me.
I bought scrapbooking supplies, a stack of the latest magazines from
several genres.
   Rex was in a ball on his bed sleeping, or so I thought.  He lifted his
head the moment I walked in with one of the bags.
   "You can set up a workplace near my desk or your room." I set the bag
down.  "I'd prefer you near my desk.  I want you to greet me at the door
when I get home in case I need your assistance."
   I returned to the car to get the rest of the bags.  I turned and Rex
stretched out his arms to receive them.
   I handed him the bags.  "Put your things in this." I pointed to the box.
"It's water tight and will help preserve them.  When you're finished, come
find me in the living room."
   I made ourselves something light to eat and brought the tray to the
living room.  Rex sat waiting.
   I lay against the back of the couch.  "Disrobe and lie down."
   His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, but he did not hesitate to follow
my instruction.  He lay out on the couch in front of me.
   I reached over him and pulled the table with the tray closer.
   I picked up a strawberry and chewed it.
   Those golden eyes studied my every move.
   I bit the strawberry again and kissed the morsel to him.  Rex's eyes lit
up as he ate.
   I fed him in that fashion, from my own lips, caressing his chest or arms
occasionally.  I'd never done something so intimate and erotic.  Both of us
were breathing heavily by the end of the meal.  I leaned over and licked
his lips clean.
   My fingers trailed down his chest along his side to his hip as I stared
into his eyes.
   "Those eye of yours are so enchanting.  Your body, healthy and strong. I
think you are devastatingly handsome, and I am so fortunate to have you
share my home." I rolled him onto his back and massaged his thigh.  "I
adore your enigma, but I want to know more."
   Rex placed his leg back over my own, giving me better access.  I wrapped
my hand around his shaft, handling him, becoming familiar with a part of
him I'd never touched.  My hand went lower, hefting his large balls.  He
stiffened in my hand and he looked back at me.  I got the sense that he
wanted to say something, that he was worried.
   I repositioned our bodies.  He lay against some pillows on his back.  I
sat cross-legged between his open legs.
   "There." I returned to massaging and fondling him.  I had a theory about
the robe and I wanted to test it.  If the robe was a restraint, then he had
a rage that needed to be vented in small doses.  Maybe we could learn to do
away with the robe all together.  Most owners would not allow a single show
of defiance from a pet, but I could deal with him.  I believed I could.  If
he felt the need to take me over, then I would submit.
   I rose up and straddled him, sliding him inside myself, looking him in
the eyes.  I moved my hips slowly over him.  I made all my moves smooth and
predictable, snake charming, lion taming.
   He felt better than I could have imagined.  Feeling him so deep inside
me, so powerful under me.  Those waves of lust and charisma brought me
higher.
   Rex appeared relaxed, open, enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. I
needed to keep him right there, not try to exert any further dominance.  I
knew this, but I didn't know why I was so sure of it.
   I praised him in soft, short moans, sometimes leaning over to whisper
against his lips.  "You feel so good inside me, Rex."
   His hands eased up my thighs to rest on my waist.  He didn't try to
change the tempo or move, but it was a challenge.
   I had an answer for it.
   "Put your hands over your head." When he didn't move fast enough, I
stopped moving completely.
   He folded his hands behind his head.  His eyes widened.
   I began moving again, but even more slowly.  "Do you want to be inside
me?"
   "Yes, Mina." His voice was soft, almost small.
   "I could stop," I noted, coming to rest with him fully seated inside me.
   "Please," his arm twitched but he did not move.  "Please," it was almost
a wounded please.  I put my cheek against his and spoke into his ear. 
"Please, what?"
   "Please allow me to pleasure you in the manner of your choosing.  Your
pace.  I will only seek release at your permission.  Please, Mina, use me."
   Most he'd said to me, ever.
   I rode him, gradually picking up my pace.  I brought my hips down firm
and squeezed my vaginal muscles as I rose.  I adored his whimpering moans.
I leaned over and whispered to Rex as I rode him.  "When I kiss you, take
your hands and grab my hips.  Fuck me until I orgasm.  When I do, then you
have my permission to follow.  Fill me.  When you are sated, place your
hands back under your head.  Understood?"
   "I understand."
   I kissed him full and long on the lips and I let him thrust into me.  It
didn't take long until I was moaning and screaming against him.  He came
just after me, growling and groaning.  I lay on him, feeling that hint of
warmth deep inside me.
   He folded his hands back under his head.
   I kissed him again.  "Very well done, Rex."
   "What I like most about you..."
   I nodded.
   "Is how accepting you have been.  You've earned every respect.  You
didn't force me to speak, to serve you.  I need to be in your service; I
want to.  I enjoy you.  I know I have been a puzzle, but I trust you.  I
trust your ability to become my guardian."
   I was speechless, so I kissed him again.  We lay on the couch and made
out like a couple of teenagers, and that was how everything changed for us.
   ***
   Rex and I lay out on the back porch, soaking in the morning sun,
enjoying the beautiful day.
   "What's with the robe?" I asked, "and the cage?  I have theories, but
I'm not sure."
   "The robe is a safety measure.  It keeps me calm, gives me a way to
hide. It's a way to keep myself hidden." Rex fell silent for a moment.  "I
have traits not suited to a pet.  Behaviors that were not beaten out of
me."
   "The anger, rage, predatory actions?" I said.
   "Yes.  That's why I have the cage.  If I feel it coming on and can't
stop it, then I go there and lock myself in."
   "I've never seen this."
   "You have, partially.  The night of the break in."
   "Oh."
   "It happens more when I get frustrated, but it's different with you. 
You aren't the same." Rex stopped.
   "It's only fair." I took a deep breath.  "I used to be a pet.  I had a
cruel, terrible, and damaging guardian.  The community discovered his
actions and sanctioned him.  I was freed and trained to care for myself.  I
have training to be a guardian, to be my own guardian.  I was deemed too
damaged to ever be under the care of another.  I thought Nell chose me,
even when she said it was you.  You saw it." I blinked my eyes and tears
ran down the sides of my face.  "You knew."
   Rex rolled over and wiped my tears, but they wouldn't stop coming.  He
positioned himself on all fours over me.  He bowed his head close to my ear
and said a single, stern command: "Mina."
   The sound of my name in such an authoritative tone stopped me cold.  The
shame and sadness fell away.  I was firmly in the present, firmly under
him.
   "They have tried to subdue my abilities.  Beat me, bound me, chastised
me.  They stripped my freedom to speak, caged me, shrouded me.  They fear
the duality of my kind, but love the moments when I am tamed."
   "I'm okay." I pressed a kiss to his cheek.
   He sat up over me.  "You have been trained to be a guardian, but you are
still a dual.  I saw it and that intrigued me." He went back to his spot on
the towel, lay down on his stomach.  "I don't need to be taught survival. I
have never forgotten it.  I know I enjoy bringing pleasure.  I desire the
companionship and service to women, and certainly you.  Sometimes I crave
more control on how that pleasure happens."
   "Is there anything that you want to do more of?"
   "I like serving you."
   "I thought I was just maintaining what you were used to."
   "You were.  You have been making changes more suited to your preference.
I would like you to keep doing that."
   The thought crossed my mind of a way I wouldn't mind being served.  The
instinctive judgement that I was using him surfaced, but I pushed it aside.
We'd moved beyond that now.  I was his guardian.
   I slid my bottoms off and straddled his chest.  "Kiss me."
   Rex put a hand on each of my buttocks and pulled me to his mouth.  I
sought my pleasure on his tongue, sighed as he licked and sucked me to a
climax.  Then he lifted me slightly and his tongue laved at me until I was
cleaned of nearly all my juices.
   ***
   I was sitting to my work desk when my phone rang.  Unknown number. 
"Hello?"
   "Mina Levin?"
   "Yes."
   "This is Madeline Harvey from the Community.  Could you please open your
door and let me in?"
   "Yes.  I'll be right there." The inspection.  This was the act that save
me from my own hell so many years ago.  "Let's go." I said to Rex.
   He crawled behind me, naked.  I was in a pair of cotton boy shorts and
tank and made no move to change.  Community inspectors did not have
patience when they requested entry.  I could put on a robe later.
   "Good day," I greeted.
   Madeline smiled.  "Yes, good day." She stepped into the hallway but kept
one foot out the door.  She looked down at her paperwork and back to me.
   Once she was inside the house I closed the door.
   In addition to her hesitant posture, I heard a clear unease in her tone
when she asked.  "How long has he been disrobed?"
   "A little over a week." I led Madeline to the living room.  Rex followed
quietly behind.  When I sat, he kneeled at my feet.
   Madeline walked around the living room, making notes on her electronic
notepad.  "I'll inspect the house how."
   I didn't bother with clothes.  Inspectors have seen less and far more
than two adults in the middle of a work day.  I spent the time running my
hands through Rex's hair and caressing the back of his neck.  While I was
comfortable with him disrobed, I didn't know how he would react around
others.
   He rested his head on my knee and ran his fingers up and down my leg. 
Madeline emerged from the bedroom and observed our mutual caress.  She
cleared her throat and I looked at her.
   "Sit up," I whispered to Rex.
   "I need to speak with Rex now.  Mina, please leave the room."
   Rex growled.
   Madeline started.  She was clearly afraid of whatever those papers said
about him.  "I see you've decided not to socialize him."
   "He has been easy and we work well together.  Rex is capable of
choosing." I tapped him on his cheek.  "I will be out on the deck.  You
will be able to see me the entire time."
   Rex nodded.
   I walked out to the deck and kept my eye on Rex and Madeline.  He didn't
speak with her, only nodded and shook his head to her questions.
   Madeline's face was a mask of shock as their interview came to an end.
She waved me back into the house.
   I immediately brushed my fingers along his cheek and the shell of his
ear.
   "The Community does not like the way this pet was transferred, but given
the pet's history and the special circumstances, the act is sanctioned.  I
am pleased to find that Rex has adjusted to his new home.  How are you
doing with work?"
   "The bulk of my responsibilities are here.  I leave maybe once or twice
a week for a few hours otherwise."
   Madeline nodded.  "You are aware that Nell's provisions would have you
more than well off?"
   "Those provisions belong to Rex.  I use them only to help me in caring
for him.  Any of her money I don't use is set aside in a trust for him."
   "Oh?  That's rather generous of you."
   I gave Madeline a tense smile.  "I know what it's like to start from
nothing." I walked Madeline to the door.
   "Yes.  That.  Are you aware of his history?"
   No.  "Yes.  Thank you for checking in on him." I worked very hard not to
slam the door behind her.  As if her assumption that I'd live on Rex's
money wasn't enough, she revealed that she wasn't actually checking on his
welfare, but my own.  We'd done just fine.
   Had Rex hurt one of his previous guardians?
   He wouldn't hurt me.  We've been perfectly fine with each other.
   I was huffing and my jaw tight.
   Rex barked.
   I found him near my bedroom door.  He pointed to my bed.
   "Sure." I fell across the mattress.  Maybe she had a reason to worry. 
Did I just take on order from him or a suggestion?  We'd blurred the lines
so much...
   Rex lay beside me on the bed.  "I need to tell you something."
   That history Madeline hinted at?  I rolled onto my side.  "I'm
listening."
   "I have been in the community since I was 14.  I rebelled against all
efforts to modify my independent desires, to dampen my more aggressive
cultural traits.  Some of those rebellions were violent."
   "Why weren't you removed from service?"
   "Nell."
   I let the silence hang a moment.  Nell kept him, but she never solved
the problem of his aggression.  The collar, the cage, the robe.  She'd been
very strict about her dealings.
   "What frustrates you?  If there's something you need, I'll try to get it
for you."
   "I have it."
   Was that why I hadn't seen much of this feared rage?
   "I adore you," he said.  "I desire you.  There was an emptiness here,"
Rex put his hand to his chest.  "It would spread like mold.  It triggered
my rage.  But I haven't felt it since the day I began to serve you."
   "Why do you think that is?"
   Rex shrugged.  "Maybe it will return, maybe the rage is a thing like
sickness, coming or going at will."
   I loved him too.  I knew how loneliness could eat away at the soul.  My
own solution had been to hide, feel nothing, trust nothing.
   "I know that I've placed an extraordinary amount of trust in you.  I
want your own happiness more than a guardian should.  I wrote this off due
to our dual natures, your charisma, your gorgeous body, even my appall at
your earlier treatment.  Though it was much better than my own."
   He tensed at my confession, but I didn't linger there.  I knew what I
had to say.  It had to be now, while we lay on my bed, speaking and sharing
as equals.
   I sighed and stared into his bronze eyes.  "Consequences aside, I love
you, Rex."
   "I love you, Mina." He pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
   I didn't know his history, but the fear he caused in others thrilled me.
The power that made them tremble made me swoon.  I valued and cherished his
predatory brilliance.
   ***
   My experience with Rex's temper came several weeks after our chat.  I
had been out of the house for a few days, work had required more of my
presence.  It was the first day we had together.  I went into auto pilot
mode.  Cleaning, completing my todo list.  We had a quiet breakfast,
exercised, and I was thinking of what I needed to get done next when Rex
crawled off to his room.
   When he didn't return, I went looking for him.
   He was sitting inside his cage.
   "Get out of there."
   "You need to leave," Rex growled.
   The hair on my arms stood up.  He'd given his voice some kind of dual
vibrato.  It had a theatrical effect, but I had been thinking about this
day too long.  I wasn't walking away.
   "Out.  Now."
   He moved with the grace of a large cat, sweat covered his body.
   "Stand up."
   Rex stood, towered over me.  Every exhale had that menacing, low growl
of irritation.
   I closed my eyes and dropped into a full submissive presentation.  I had
not taken the posture in years.  Fear, apprehension, flightiness warred in
my body, but I held my pose.  I reminded myself that we were equally
fragile.  If he was going to be on the verge of a tantrum, then I would
place myself on the edge of a break down.
   I kneeled in darkness and rising madness.  Past horrors buffeted me.  My
posture remained pristine, but I could not stop the tears.  They were hot
on my cheeks and cold on my breasts.
   Rex's breath came fast and quick, a controlled pant.  I felt his anger
like a raw blast of heat.  It burned through me.
   I did not make a mistake.  I did not.  I kept yelling that to myself,
forcing my body to stay in its position.  I felt his footfalls as he paced
the room.
   He grabbed me by my hair and issued a sharp bark.  I opened my eyes just
in time.  He pulled me along and tossed me to his mattress.  I remained
where I fell, half sprawled.
   What was he so angry about?  How could I make this better?  I removed my
clothes, bringing me further vulnerability and lay on my side.
   Rex stood against the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists.  He was
still breathing like an angry bull, still growling, still staring at me
with fire in his eyes.
   I clasped my wrists over my head, rolled onto my back and parted my
legs. Another stance that was hard for me to take.  A sound of panicked
fear escaped me as I bit on my bottom lip.  Rex told me I could use that as
a sign that I was in trouble.  I wasn't even sure it would work.
   I had to try, even if I failed.  I had to break through to him.
   Rex stalked over to the bed.  I could hardly see through the pools of
tears welling up in my eyes.
   He touched my hip, moved to my knee, then back to my hip.  Then came the
loud slap on my thigh.
   I screamed in surprise but held my position.  My thigh stung, burned. 
However, some training, especially the traumatic kind, sticks.  His fingers
danced over the stinging flesh.  Another smack, no warming, but the same
softness followed.
   He bit my thighs, over the places where he'd smacked me.  He gave a
booming roar then pounded the mattress on either side of me.  He could have
broken bones if he touched me with a single blow.  My body bounced as he
pounded the mattress, but I felt more calm.  I was the center of his storm.
If he was going to hit me, he would have.  I'd seen his rage, and the
control he exerted.
   Rex collapsed on me, drenched in sweat.
   I rubbed my cheek to his.
   He reared back and cradled his hand behind my neck.  With that and a
guiding hand, he placed me into a kneeling position.  I'd never seen a pet
guided so effortlessly into a pose.
   He played with my breasts, pulled my nipples between his teeth, laving
them with his tongue.  Rex appeared calmer, but mostly through exertion. 
He moved me into another position, had his way with my body, and then
another.
   Once he had me on my knees, he entered me, held my wrists and fucked me
as ravenously as he pounded the mattress earlier.  I was his doll.  I let
him control everything.
   He grabbed my neck and cut off my breath just before my orgasm.  I fell
deeper into darkness, a smooth, calm place of peace.
   ***
   I woke in my own bed, lying in Rex's arms.
   "They were right to remove you from the community.  You go too far
under. Complete hypnotic submission."
   "I know." I whispered.
   "I could have injured you."
   "I've been injured before.  You won't do that to me." I reached up and
caressed his face.  "Dismantle that cage."
   "You blacked out," Rex stated as if that were enough.
   "What else happened?"
   "It was beautiful.  You were mine, completely.  All the energy pent up
inside found its direction, you.  I've missed you so much and I needed
you."
   "You had me."
   "If anyone found out."
   "No one will.  Will they?"
   "No, Mina."
   "You're mine, less anyone should forget.  I will be quick to remind
them. You are mine and I am yours." I wrapped my body around him.  I'd keep
him until my dying day.
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Written: August 2008
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