Chapter Fourteen
“I’m not sure this life is what I need,” I admitted to him softly. It was honest. Jake seemed to be a great guy but I wasn’t sure he was THE guy for me. But the real question I needed to ask myself was, could I wait and see? Maybe he was, and all I had to do was give it a real chance.
“I’ve got a week. We’ll see what happens.”
“Ok, I’ll give it a shot.” I should be open to the opportunity of something big. This felt like it had the makings for that. Something great.
“I think we should try that whole claiming thing over again. I need your scent on me more,” he teased and I started giggling. Crisis averted, for now.
“As long as you aren’t going to hold back the D from me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Withholding the D was going to be a deal breaker for me.
“My sweetheart wants the D?” he leaned down and purred against my lips.
“No, she needs it.” I kissed him and damn, did his sexy lips take over and demand I give into him. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but I sure as hell would be feeling his lips on me the rest of the day.
“Let’s get some lunch. Then it’s time to get you to work.” He winked as he walked with me, hand-in-hand, to make some sandwiches in the kitchen.
Lunch was uneventful. I was actually pretty damn hungry, so we both mauled our food silently. After I went to the bathroom to freshen up my face and hair a little, we got back on the ATV and went to the kitchen. And by kitchen, he wasn’t talking about the kitchen at the house. He meant the kitchen where all the animals’ food was prepared.
“Oh good Lord, no.” I tried to walk right back out the door we’d just come in, but Jake just wheeled me back around.
“You seriously can’t expect me to touch anything in this room. Nope. I can’t.” There was bloody meat everywhere.
Not really, but that’s what it felt like. The area was chilled and clean, with lots of counters everywhere. There was a person placing chicken legs into a bucket; we exchanged hellos, but then they went back to their work. I also saw a chart with the wordswhole rabbitsandratswritten on it. I knew that some of the animals ate meat and they ate it raw, but I just preferred not to think of it. I loved to eat meat. But in my head, it just came naturally at the grocery store, packaged in foam trays and plastic wrap. Not slaughtered and cut up!
“I’m going to vomit.” I hacked a little but I wasn’t really going to blow chunks everywhere.
“What if I offer you an incentive plan this week? For each thing you do that is gross, I will owe you an earth-shattering orgasm. Deal?” I looked at him in disgust. How could he tease me with orgasms like this? Do dirty and gross things receive an orgasm. Was I a big enough slut that I could be bought with orgasms?
“Deal.”
Yes, yes I was.
Despite him probably wanting to laugh hysterically, Jake just gave me a sexy smile and walked over to a large deep freezer to open it. He pulled out a bag with a dead rabbit inside.
“Nothing less than earth-shattering orgasms, or I feed you to a tiger, capisce?”
“Understood.” He nodded me over. Gross. I walked over to where he was and looked in the freezer. Dead woodland creatures, and a shit-ton of meat. Thankfully, it looked like it came from the grocery store and not road kill.
“Twice a week the cats get whole prey. Don’t make that face. They were humanely killed and we get them from a very reputable supplier.” Still gross.
“Koda, the bear, gets fish, fruits, nuts, mice, and some berries. In the fridge is a ton of veggies and fruits along with milk creations for the babies, like Casey. And the meat mixtures for the cats, depending on the size. Every day there are interns, and employees go on their assigned routes and tend to the animals in the morning. Some animals get fed a couple times a day. For the wolves we stick to twenty pounds of meat per wolf.” Goodness, this was a lot of information. I felt like I should be writing this down or something.
“We won’t be feeding anything today. I have something else in mind to pop your rescue cherry.”
Famous last words before I rubbed him in hand lotion and fed him to the wallaby.
There lies Jake, the man that died at the hands of his creatures, after making his very beautiful redheaded-lover scoop shit.
After we spent time in the kitchen we walked over to the habitats to clean.
I was currently cleaning shit.
I was going to need at least five orgasms to make up for what he was making me do.
Cleaning the cat cages. He was at home doing this dirty work. Raking, cleaning out their habitat, scooping up some poo to toss in a bag that was in a bucket. But I, on the other hand, hated cleaning my own apartment, let alone this. Alas, I was no quitter, so I ventured on. It was interesting to learn that each habitat fence had a few guillotine doors, one led to an indoor and outdoor feeding and sleeping area, the other was a part of a maze that led to different play areas depending on the animal. The bigger animals had big concrete enclosures that they call home sometimes as well.
My arms were getting kind of tired from the work we had been doing for a few hours, and I might have gotten a little sunburned. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but being tired, sweaty, and dirty was what I should have thought would happen to me. We did manual labor until dinnertime—mostly cleaning, and preparing enrichment toys for tomorrow.
