“What about kids?”
I smiled playfully and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, I can breed you and make you have my puppies.”
A full smile spread across her face. I knew the phrase about being bred drove her wild. I’d said that to her several times while we played at The Pound. Playful talk with a hint of filth to it made her pussy drip.
“Want me to take you home now and we can practice, my sweet girl?”
Mia still wore the bright smile that I loved. She looked down at the ring and shook her head in disbelief.
“Come on, Mia. What do you say, my sweet girl?”
“Can we put some flowers outside in the yard by my tree?” she asked playfully.
Mia had a designated tree outside that she used as her bathroom when she came over. If that was all she wanted in exchange for being my human pet, then I’d plant whatever the fuck kind of flowers she wanted out there.
“I will plant them myself,” I promised.
I knew she was about to say yes. Her playful smile was too much of a giveaway.
“Can I sit outside with you and keep you company while you plant them?”
“Of course. But if I need a break, I might have to take you right there. Your knees might get dirty, and I’ll have to hose you off before we go inside,” I teased. Her smile had broken into a laugh now. “Lots of fucking and cuddling. Can you handle that, my sweet girl?”
“Yes, Gabe,” she said and smiled big.
“Is that a yes, yes?” I picked up the ring.
“Yes!”
I slipped the ring on her shaking finger and took the tray out of her hands. I set the tray and the drinks on top of the nearby slot machines and then pulled Mia into my arms.
“We’re going to be so happy! I love you, my sweet girl.”
One Month Later
“Goddamnit!” I swore as I fumbled to try to catch the rectangular bottle of whiskey from toppling off the counter and into the sink.
The glass broke, sending the beautiful amber-colored liquid all over the bottom of the sink. Even the sides of the sink hadn’t escaped the liquor.
I had just poured another glass of whiskey and thought I’d set the bottle on the counter far enough away from the edge of the sink. Obviously, I’d misjudged. Luckily, I still had what was inside my glass.
“Gabe, honey—”
I brought the glass to my lips and glared at Mia as the smooth liquor filled my mouth. I knew what kind of comment she was about to make, and I really didn’t want to hear it. Perhaps the alcohol encouraged me to dare her to say it, though.
“What is it, my sweet girl?” I asked dryly after I’d emptied the glass.
“Honey, I was just going to suggest that you take it easy. Maybe you’ve had enough,” Mia stammered.
I stared at the broken bottle with some of the whiskey residue still sitting in the bottom of the sink.
“Well, I didn’t drink the whole bottle, so I don’t think I’ve had enough,” I said, declining her suggestion that I had had enough. “Is it because I broke the bottle? Is that why you think I’ve had enough?” I asked, seeking her reasons to support her comments.
“Your coordination is a mess, Gabe. You can’t even set the damn bottle on the counter. It’s the same with the one you broke this morning.”
“This morning? That was yesterday.”
