My Subby Valentine – 9

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I had a lag in creativity. I’ll do an Adam and Max posting tomorrow but here is the one for today!

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A twenty-minute drive later, he pulled up to his house. Kit didn’t have a lot of money but his parents had given him the house when they’d run off to retire in the Dominican Republic. He didn’t have a mortgage and the taxes were paid through a fund left to him by his grandfather when he’d died. Kit’s job as a graphic artist gave him enough money to have a little fun. It wasn’t a glamorous job but he enjoyed it.

Humming, he unlocked the door and quickly closed it before the tiny creature escaped. Yipping, the small puppy danced around Kit’s feet. Pouncing, it bit one of Kit’s shoelaces and shook it with a low growl.

“That’s right…teach my shoes who’s boss.”

Laughing he picked up the baby collie. “How are you doing, Pixie?”

The wiggly creature enthusiastically licked his chin.

“Oooh doggy germs,” he teased as he cradled her close to his chest.

Smiling he walked deeper into the apartment, dropping his keys in the dish on the table. He liked to keep his house neat and tidy. “What do you think, girl? If I pick up after myself and you don’t pee on the floor do you think Mase will keep us? God, I hope he’s not allergic to dogs.” He earned more chin licks.

“We’ll have to talk him into it,” he continued his discussion with the dog. “For a big bad Dom, he’s scared of keeping another sub. Maybe we should take it slow? Have a scene and leave right after so he doesn’t feel pressured. I mean, I didn’t go to all the trouble of losing that bet to let him get away now.”

It had taken careful manoeuvring and paying for a lot of liquor before he had been able to arrange the entire situation. His friends were predictable enough that he didn’t have any problem getting them to bet him to approach the most intimidating Dom in the club.

“So far it’s going according to plan but now is the tricky part.”

Pixie tilted her head in an enquiring look.

“We have to convince him he can keep me. Don’t worry—I won’t go without you,” he reassured his puppy.

After setting the dog on the floor, he grabbed and filled the dog’s food bowl before setting it back on the floor. He smiled as the dog rushed over to gobble down the food. He didn’t leave any out when he was gone because the little creature would eat herself sick. He filled her other bowl with water.

Kit nibbled his lip as he examined flaws in his plan. Nope…he didn’t see any. Although Mase had said the decision was his, Kit knew he needed a little nudge.

He reached for a coffee cup, intent on obtaining caffeine while he brainstormed.

Pixie’s ears perked up and she tore off towards the door.

“What do you hear?”

The little dog was unpredictable but she had good instincts. Yipping at the door, she then let out a low growl.

“More shoelaces attacking?” Kit teased even as he cautiously approached the door. He didn’t hear anyone and when he glanced through a gap in the curtains he didn’t see a car outside. However…his dog rarely barked, one of her more endearing features. He tried to look thoroughly around outside without appearing obvious. If there was someone out there, they didn’t belong.

He laughed nervously at his poor spy techniques.

“I don’t see anyone. Are you sure someone’s out there?” he asked the small dog.

Pixie tilted her head as if trying to formulate the right answer.

“You’re not a big help.”

Somehow talking to the dog didn’t make him feel better. A knot in his gut told him someone was indeed out there. Peeking through the peephole, he let out a sigh. No one in view.

Pixie stopped barking.

“Did you smell a squirrel?”

Curious, Kit picked up the dog and unlocked the door. Opening it slowly he held onto Pixie with a firm hand so she couldn’t escape. It would break his heart if his dog ran off and got hit by a car or something.

He opened the door wider and took a tiny step outside only to see the porch completely deserted.

Huh.

His skin crawled as though he could feel eyes watching him. Clearing his throat, he closed the door.

Pixie let out a low growl.

Shit!

Walking to the right of his little porch, Kit peeked around the corner of the house.

Pixie barked.

No one was there.

“Shh, girl. It’s nothing.”

He didn’t know what she smelt but the butterflies in his stomach were flapping like gale force winds. Unable to take the sudden unexplained fear, he spun on his heel and rushed back towards the door…

And stopped short. His stomach dropped to his feet. Painted in red in big bold letters was the word ‘Beware’.

“Oh crap.” Taped to the wall below the word was a printout with the headline—‘Killer Dom Acquitted’. Someone didn’t want Mase to be happy. When a quick glance around didn’t reveal the perpetrator, Kit slammed the door closed.

3 thoughts on “My Subby Valentine – 9

    1. ‘what a delightful story and a wonderful dog, they know things when we humans cant hear. cant wait to read more.”

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