“Well, I won't put him in those evidence holding cells!” Alexej's voice got me wide awake. So he had returned to the headquarters. And they were talking about me. “Have you ever been there? It's horrible!”
“Yes, love, I have been there.” Mistress Sirenkov, calm and patient. “And it's not horrible. It's clean, they get fed regularly.”
“They just sit in their cells, staring off into nothing. Do they drug them?” He sounded livid.
I cracked an eye open to locate them. They were standing right outside the office in the corridor, arguing.
“Alexej... what do you expect them to do? Sing and dance for your pleasure?”
She was being sarcastic, of course, but she did have a point. Granted, there wasn't much to do for a slave impounded at the evidence locker. But for a slave, that wasn't necessarily something negative. When else did you ever get a chance to just sit around and do nothing without having to worry about your owner violently objecting to your inactivity?
“I don't know! I... I won't let them have the kid.” He sounded much less outraged than frustrated by now. “Can't we just take him home with us?”
Take me home?! Now that sounded like a spectacular idea. I would be able to work in Alexej's house!
And they were commoners, so with a bit of luck they didn't have too many slaves yet and I could make myself indispensable. Not sure how to do that, though, without any useful skills. As a bargain bin pet, what little training I got had barely covered the basics of how to give a blowjob or how to keep still when being fucked.
But I was smart and had picked up a few things along the way. How to make coffee, how to hang up laundry or do dishes and a smattering of other housekeeping abilities. A bit like a proper household slave, and that was infinitely better than being a pet. Householders got more valuable with age, while every pet had a doomsday clock ticking over their heads counting down to the day when they would be too old and used up to be desirable anymore. That thought had kept me motivated over the years. And I was a fast learner.
So this little sliver of a chance made my heart pound in my chest. Plus, being around Alexej all the time? The mere thought of seeing his gorgeous ass every day made me half hard. It would be torture, not being allowed to touch and lick him all over – but what sweet, sweet torture that would be!
“After all, he is evidence, and he might still prove useful in our investigations.” Alexej sounded like he was pleading a case, though the argument he chose wasn't exactly the reason I had hoped for. “We should question him further tomorrow and see what else he can tell us about his late master.”
Mistress Sirenkov remained curiously quiet for a while. “I guess there's no harm in that,” she eventually agreed. There was an odd undertone in her voice that I couldn't identify, but Alexej seemed oblivious to it.
“So that's settled then,” he stated and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending I was still asleep when he entered the office.
The couch dipped as he sat down on the edge and a comfortingly big and gentle hand nudged my shoulder. “Hey kid, wake up.”
I blinked at him sleepily, trying to give a credible show of just waking up. He still looked as delectable as he had earlier, only now his hair was more tousled and the shadow across his jaw more pronounced. I also noticed Mistress Sirenkov standing in the doorway behind him, her arms crossed over her chest, watching thoughtfully.
Alexej turned his reassuring smile on me and Mistress faded out of focus as all my attention was drawn to this gorgeous man.
“You look much better already.” Of course he didn't mean it the way I wanted, but rational thought was hugely overrated anyway, especially when faced with so much attractive manliness. “I have to quickly take care of a few things here but then we'll go home,” he continued. “We've decided that you'll be staying with us for the duration of the investigation.”
I wasn't sure if he expected a proper answer to that so I just nodded.
“Now, kid, I want you to do something for me...” A blowjob?! I'm good with blowjobs! Really! No one has ever complained! I'll...
“I want you to start thinking about a name for yourself. We can't just keep calling kid, can we?”
I really needed to get a handle on my reactions to this man, or very soon I would make a complete idiot of myself and probably gross him out completely. I wasn't exactly an expert at seduction since my owners hadn't wasted a word on me except maybe 'kneel' or 'hold still'. So apart from my probably rather useless knowledge from romance holonovelas, I had no clue how to get into his pants. And if I had, it would have been a very bad idea to try, with the wife and the daughter. With a professional attitude, I might have a chance at prolonging my presence in Alexej's household, but if I behaved like the cheap slut I was, I would ruin whatever slim chances I had.
“Think you can do that?”
Right, think of a name. In all honesty, I had no idea whatsoever. How does one pick a name for oneself? But I nodded anyway, just to please him. I would do anything just to see that smile of his again, so I needed to fucking figure out a name for myself. How hard could it be? I was well aware that it would be a temporary thing, anyway. I would only have it as long as I was with Alexej and the Mistress. Which, judging by my lack of self control, wouldn't be overly long.
“I won’t be long. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Alexej reached out and tousled my hair like I was some cute kid or dog.
Fuck, it was insulting.
Maybe I wasn't as drool-worthy as other pets, but to be shown he didn’t consider me sexy at all plain hurt. Still, his touch made me tingle all over and I wanted to hump his leg. What was wrong with me?! Granted, he was pushing all my buttons, but that didn’t explain why I was an inch away from begging him to fuck me. I wasn't this needy usually.
“We can't just leave him here on the couch, you know?” The drone of voices nearby had slowly been pulling me out of my nap for a while now, but these were the first words to actually penetrate the haze.