His Too-Perfect Pet - Complete

Slowly and lovingly, each side of her outer labia was worshipped and caressed. Only when Giles could see her slit really glisten did he swirl his tongue into her slit. Once his tongue was firmly into the entrance of her pussy, and he could lap her slick, he started lapping steadily up towards the place she longed to be touched.

When his tongue found her clit, she moaned and thrust her hips at his mouth. He started to worship her clit with the devotion of an acolyte. Swirling his tongue around it. Sucking it. Lapping it. Round and round until she began to thrust towards his mouth more urgently. She used her hands to start caressing her chest while Giles took care of her below. He slipped two fingers in easily and started finger fucking her. He curled his fingers up each time to the top of her pussy as he pulled his fingers out, trapping her clit between his tongue and fingers.

Her hips started grinding and thrusting harder against him. She moaned. Her body was so needy, longing for release. He kept lapping at a steady rhythm until he crested her, and she shuddered as her orgasm rocked her body repeatedly.

He stopped moving his fingers but left them buried fully in her and started softly kissing her outer labia to help her down from her high. When she finally sighed, he climbed on the bed and pulled her on top of his body, holding her tightly. They lay quietly together while Giles lightly played with her butt, admiring every perfect curve. She basked in being loved and protected. She suddenly regretted all those years of being prickly; she'd been missing out on the best.

Snow had released something that had long been dammed inside her. She was overwhelmed by just how intensely she loved this gorgeous man. She was happy.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him, "this night is far from over, lover. I need a good long hard fucking."

"In boots?"

"Definitely in boots."

***

Part 4, Snow goes out on Halloween

Brian sat in his favourite leather armchair, nursing a snifter of Dartigalongue Bas Armagnac: swirling it around the glass to savour the rich nutty aroma. Four people had phoned him this evening to tell him he should be in Court Room 2 tomorrow morning. They wanted him to hear his protégé's closing arguments: two callers sounded upset, and two sounded excited.

He'd told Akira she shouldn't take the case as the plaintiffs were bound to prevail. The case was purely to limit the damages paid by the defendant Akira represented. She had fiercely insisted on ignoring his advice. Tomorrow he'd find out why people were buzzing.

***

The plaintiff's attorney had finished his closing argument. Brian noticed that he unexpectedly looked anxious for a man with a supposed slam dunk case.

Akira rose, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, there definitely has been fraud here."

There was a sharp intake of breaths around the room.

"But it was not perpetrated by the defendants. You have witnessed a badly prepared case by over-confident attorneys; it would be fraudulent to expect the plaintiff to pay their fees. These attorneys called witnesses who had been so badly prepared that they fell apart when questioned; it was simply embarrassing. In my opinion, their behaviour should be reported to the Georgia Bar."

The judge interjected, "Just a minute, Ms Jones, that's a bit harsh, isn't it?"

"With all due respect, your honour, if a case this sloppy had been prepared by one of my unpaid interns, I would have called security to have them thrown out of the building."

The judge sighed, "Sadly, I find it hard to disagree, Ms Jones."

Akira continued, "Let me start with the asserted case as it was presented to you."

Akira demolished each argument that had been put simply because the other side was so confident of winning that they hadn't prepared for her onslaught. After her closing argument, it only took the jury two hours to reach a verdict.

The judge reassembled them and asked for forewoman if they had a unanimous verdict. They indicated they did.

The forewoman said, "we find for the defendants but decline to award costs."

Brian shook his head; no wonder people had been buzzing; that had been a cold-hearted clinical demolition of the other side. He saw the CEO of the plaintiffs walk to their attorney and say something sharp before turning and walking towards him. Brian already knew him from the chamber of commerce.

"Hi Brian, I just fired our attorneys from a $10 million account. We need new legal representation."

Brian looked quizzically at him, "Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest?"

"I don't think so. We have no desire to relitigate this issue. Obviously, no large Atlanta company should risk going to court without Amritzi-Morgenstern on their side. Let's talk next week."

Brian walked out with Akira, "My office, 9 am tomorrow."

As they came down the courtroom steps, they could see the plaintiff's CEO speaking to the local press. As soon as Brian reached his car, he retrieved the phone number he'd been given at the party and phoned it.

"Hi, Emiko, it's Brian. We need to talk."

***

Friday evening came, and Giles set off to attend his training course after dinner. Akira wasn't expecting Emiko to get there till 10 pm, so she had plenty of time to have a relaxing bubble bath. She wanted to surprise her sister by greeting her as Snow.

Snow heard the key in the door; she quickly sat on her haunches with her paws up in front of it. Emiko walked in, expecting to see her sister.

"Snow!"

She knelt to cuddle the Golden Lab puppy.

"I love you; I love you; I love you. Thank you so much for being here to greet me. Am I sleeping in your bed tonight?"

"Aarf."

It was already late, so Emiko made them two cups of tisane. She poured one of them into Snow's Pyrex bowl. Betty jumped up on the king-size bed to join them as they sat drinking their nightcaps. It wasn't long before Emiko and the two dogs were sound asleep. She had to force Betty to move from between them, so she could spend the night with an arm around the Snow, enjoying the feeling of the rich fur against her skin.

She fed Snow a chopped-up western omelette in her bowl for breakfast. Emiko still couldn't get used to seeing her typically dominant older sister eating submissively from a bowl on the floor. After breakfast, they settled down to play puppy games.

Around 10 am, Emiko felt her phone buzz and looked at a new message.

"Just a second, Snow; I want you to sit. Good girl. Now stay!"

Snow heard the front door open and close but no other sounds. Emiko poked her head around the door.

"Snow, I've done something you will not like, but it is something you need."

Snow looked at her warily. Then, Brian, her boss, walked in. Brian was the one person in the whole world she most wanted to avoid knowing about Snow. She started to growl, but Brian stopped her.

"Hello, Snow. I've been looking forward to meeting you since the garden party. Don't be mad at Emiko. I'd told her that finalizing your promotion was on hold until I understood why you had changed so much. I'd begun to fear you were using cocaine to make yourself sharper. She wanted to help resolve the misunderstanding."

"Emiko told me how your counsellor said you needed time where you were forced to give up being in control every minute to allow your brain to rest. She told me that you and Brian had started using cosplay and that you had a Golden Lab fur suit."

She clarified that you did not talk in cosplay, and I should not expect you to say anything while I'm here. She also said I needed to keep your Snow persona at home and Akira in the office separate, OK?"

"Now that I know what's behind the changes, I've already released your promotion to be finalized. Emiko asked if I wanted to meet this cosplay persona of yours because of the startling effect it has had."

Snow looked backwards and forwards between them, shook her head, and gave a very human sigh. Brian felt awkward standing with Snow on the ground, so he plonked himself down on the sofa:

"Snow, please come and join me."

Brian had expected Snow to get up on two legs, walk over, and sit next to him like a normal person. He looked quizzically at Emiko when Snow padded over on all fours, lay down on the sofa, and put her head in his lap.

"Yes, she can be kind of OCD about Snow behaving like a dog."

Purely subconsciously, Brian did what he would do with any large dog and scratched her behind her ears.

Emiko giggled, "Brian, do you realize you're petting one of your female direct reports?" A look of sheer horror went over his face; Snow started giggling too.

"Sorry, I'm just teasing. No one from your office is here today. I would swear in court that all you did was pet our two dogs. Besides which, I think she likes it."

"Snow, are you OK with this?" he asked nervously.

Snow snuggled her head against him and gave him a sigh of apparent contentment. Her fur was so gorgeous that he ran his hand down her flank, enjoying its feel. For a moment, he worried she might have a crush on him if she was OK with being petted. Then he understood.

"Snow, does Akira view me as a father figure?"

"Aarf."

He petted her a while longer, wondering how much to say.

"After my wife and I had the two boys, we tried for another child, hoping we might get a daughter, but it wasn't to be. If we had had a daughter, I hope she would have grown up to be someone like Akira. She is like a daughter to me."

That earned him another contented sigh from the pup.

Emiko clarified, "neither of us grew up with a father. Our dad left shortly after we were born, and we've never met him. Mom didn't want anyone to become a father figure for us, so we couldn't help looking for one. Can I get you a drink?"

"Bourbon, please, neat."

Emiko returned with a glass of bourbon and a bowl of rosé for Snow.

Brian couldn't help snickering as Snow awkwardly used her flat paws to lift the bowl to her lips. He still felt curious about how far she took her roleplay.

"Snow, I know you like playing with dog toys. May I watch Emiko playing with you?"

Snow shuddered; this was her boss, a Senior Partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. She didn't want to say no to him and desperately didn't want to say yes.

She sighed, put her wine down, and bounded off the sofa. Padding over to her closed box of dog toys (kept separate from Betty's as she slobbered all over hers), she used her teeth to open it and pick up a double-looped rope.

She padded to where Emiko was sitting. She had one loop in her mouth, waggled the rope, and growled.

Emiko said, "Snow, you've got a new toy. I've not seen that one before. You want to play tug?"

"Aarf," and shook it with her teeth again.

"Emiko, let me take this one. I like playing tug with my own dogs," Brian interjected.

Akira just about died inside. Playing with Emiko while he watched was one thing, but playing dog games with her boss was a different level of humiliation. She felt herself flood between her legs as the humiliation overwhelmed her.

Brian got on the floor and grabbed the rope, tugging it lightly. Snow growled at him again just as Betty would and shook her head side to side as hard as she could to pull it free. Brian held on easily.

She thought about what Betty did and put her front paws out to push back from him while shaking it. Brian easily pulled the rope and her back towards him.

Without warning, he let go, so she fell back on her haunches and growled at him again but much more loudly. That had been mean. Brian laughed at the outraged puppy and ruffled her on the top of her head to soothe her.

"Snow, thank you. It was lovely to meet you."

"Emiko, when Akira gets home, I need you to tell her that we must ensure her cosplay can't come back to bite her professionally. Next weekend, she and Giles will come to the company Halloween costume party."

"I want her to come in her fur, walking on two legs and talking normally. I know she hates costume parties of any kind, but I require her to do this. You understand my reasoning, don't you?"

Emiko thought for a moment, "Whoever gets their story out first controls the narrative. If she has been seen wearing a fur suit for a Halloween party, she can explain away any future sightings as goofing around to please her playful hubby."

"Exactly right. I'll make sure a photographer is there to get a picture of the two of them with my wife and me. That should ensure everyone knows it is just a fun Halloween costume."

***

Brian sat reading the morning papers the next day. One of the front-page stories was the interview with the plaintiff's CEO. Brian grinned when he read the CEO had called her 'Akira, the Atlanta Assassin' as if she was a superhero (or a supervillain). An attorney who was feared like that was a real asset to the company.

He was more troubled by the thought that playing with Snow had aroused him; he'd left hastily before the two girls could notice the bulge.

***

The afternoon of the Halloween party arrived. Giles could see his wife was as nervous as she had been on her wedding day. She was restless and driving herself crazy. They had only got Snow's fur suit back from the dry cleaners the day before; the staff at the cleaners had looked disapprovingly at her. They probably assumed she was a furry.

He knew he needed to do something before she chickened out.

"Come and shower with me. I'll soap you down first, then we'll do something to settle you down."

Akira stood under the hot shower. She had both the overhead rainfall and wall spray turned on to drench them. Giles stood behind her, soaping her down as best he could under the running water. He reached around to cup her breasts and pull her back snugly against him. He rolled then tweaked her nipples playfully before returning to soaping her. His hands made lazy soapy circles over her tummy. Her thighs were lathered into a rich, creamy consistency that felt sensual to Akira. For Giles, it was just an excuse to let his hands roam all over the entire length of her slim body, to make her feel connected and him hard a rock.

When she seemed more relaxed, he turned her around to suck her water-drenched nipples. The cascading sheets of water ran over the soft curve of her slim chest into his mouth as he sucked them. His other hand played with the rivulets running over her other breast, adding to the sensuality of the soft shower drops.

He knelt in front of her shaved pussy and lapped her. Again, he got mouthfuls of water as it ran down over the curve of her belly, seeming to angle itself towards his waiting mouth.

He laughed and turned her around, so the wall shower was on her back. The overhead shower still made lapping her sweet, salty slit hard. Erotic stories always made shower oral sex seem so easy - it was only an hour later in the car that he wondered why he hadn't simply turned the rainfall showerhead off.

She put her hand on his head and pushed him back from her altar, "fuck me," she moaned needily.

He lifted her 118 lb. body and pressed her back against the shower. He lowered her onto his waiting cock. She was more than wet enough for him to slide right in. He wondered how much of that hot wetness was him soaping her down and how much was the impending sense of humiliation from being paraded in public.

He angled the wall showerhead towards her to keep the soft sensations of warm drops against her skin. She clasped her legs tightly around his waist as he humped her slowly against the wall. She was in a mood to let him do all the work this time; she clung to his neck as if her life depended on it.

When he felt her relax and breathe more freely, he sped up and started nibbling her neck forcefully. He gave her playful bites along her ears, then bent his head to suck the nearest nipple.

Driving her harder, he gyrated his hips to get more contact with her clit at the end of each stroke. Her face told him he was hitting all the right places inside her. He found the rhythm she was looking for and kept her there until she found her craved release. Her body pulsed and juddered. She whimpered as she dug her nails hard into his back, pulling his body more tightly into herself. She wanted the intensity to last.

He hadn't come yet, but he had to focus on her needs now, and she was too preoccupied to notice. He got out and dried himself off. He then turned off the water and helped her out of the shower. Grabbing a warmed towel, he dried her: taking care to caress her whole body gently. She called it a towel massage and loved being dried.

He carried her back into the master bedroom, where he had left massage oil warming over candlelight. He knew he still had an hour to knead those tense knots out of his beloved's back and shoulders. Instead of their frequent pre-coital Swedish massage, she needed deep tissue.

His fingers ran from the top of her trapezius down the side of her neck. He could feel knots everywhere he touched along that stretch. He switched from oil to an Arnica cream to help soothe the muscles as he worked on each stubborn knot. When the muscles on the back and side of her neck felt freer, he continued smoothly along the back edge of her shoulder and out to the tension in her rotator cuff.

He returned to her neck and gently massaged her scalenes and SCM - the parts of her neck where stress often accumulated. They were also the most painfully difficult parts to work on. Finally, he worked out the tension in her hip flexors; they were another point in her body where office work got to her.

After the massage, she felt much happier and went to the spare room to dress as Snow. She came back into the bedroom and giggled when she saw her poor husband taking care of his needs with some body lotion and Kleenex.

"Giles Jones, what _are_ you doing? You know puppy doesn't like you doing that," she mock-scolded him. "You know your orgasms belong to me, don't you? Move your hands away so your puppy can punish you appropriately."

She padded up to him and licked his cock from the side of the bed. She clambered up onto their bed as he lay back and sighed. The sight of his wife as a puppy always made him horny.

Snow knelt between his legs and growled at him. Giles laughed at her. Snow growled louder with bared teeth. She then caused real momentary fear when she pounced on his cock with bared teeth. Just as her leap brought her canines to the head of his cock, she softened her mouth, so all he felt were the most minor delicate touches of her teeth up and down his cock, teasing him.

"Got you!" she grinned at him.

"Bad puppy! Puppies should not try to bite their owner's cock."

She looked bemused as he played along with it.

"Bad owner! My owner should not be wasting his orgasms on selfish release. He should always let his puppy know he needs release and trust his puppy to take care of it. Good puppies love having their owner's cock in their mouth. Puppy loves the taste of her owner's cum; it helps give her fur a lovely healthy sheen."

She yipped at him and grinned.

Snow took his cock into her mouth sensually this time. Her husband stroked the fur around the top of her head; she was giving him the puppy oral sex he longed for. The sight of her slim body wrapped tightly in fur that showed every curve to perfection made him so hard he didn't know what to do with himself.

Her tongue was obviously the same, but it subconsciously seemed rougher as a puppy and brought him off more quickly and intensely.

She was used to using her hands while blowing her husband; he liked her playing with his balls and wrapping her fist around his shaft to move in time with her mouth. She withdrew her mouth and tried using her two paws to work his cock, but the two stiff leather pads were clearly not doing anything for either of them. She wondered about standing over him on all fours and using a paw to give him a puppy foot job. That would be a fun idea for another time.