Professor's Pet

One*

Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; dark!widow; standing cnc; collaring; leash-training; dumbification; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; voyeurism/exhibitionism;

You met her dog before you met her. The golden retriever wagged his entire body as he contorted in order to get a look at you with his one good eye. You crouched instinctively, not caring one bit that the dog's muddy paws in New York winter slush were suddenly on your suit pants, or that his tongue was frantically licking your face.

"Lucky! Shit, I'm so sorry, sir." You bit your lip trying not to laugh as you stood upright, the woman immediately noticing her mistake. "Ma'am. I mean. I don't know what your pronouns are, I'm sorry." She rambled as her green eyes widened in horror and you watched, amused, as she tripped over her tongue. You let your thoughts get away from you for a moment as you slid the tip of your tongue over your lips finally appraising the woman in front of you. She was energetic. Eager. Had huge queer energy. Talked when she was nervous. Was stronger than she necessarily wanted to appear. Her hazel eyes finally locked on yours as she caught her breath, apparently finally running out of things to say. Your eyes lingered on her face, watching her rapidly changing facial expressions curiously as you remained silent before you turned back towards the dog.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" You murmured, scratching Lucky behind the ears.

"He's a troublemaker! But in a good way. We're just kind of getting to know each other, really." She was talking again, and you took your time, finding the sweet spot behind Lucky's ear that made him flop over on the ground. "Hi, I'm...I'm Kate. Bishop." The raven-haired woman introduced herself and you smirked as she offered you her hand which was holding the leash before noticing and switching hands quickly. "Sorry."

"Y/n. Pleasure to meet you both, Ms. Bishop." You flashed a smile briefly as she blinked at you.

"Your accent...it sounds familiar, where are you from?" She asked curiously. You smirked at her deciding whether or not to answer.

"It's Russian." You offered finally, shrugging your shoulder. Kate's eyes went even wider before she winced visibly.

"You weren't looking for me, were you?" She asked hesitantly. Your smirk widened into a smile.

"Should I be?" You asked. It was mean, but you couldn't help it. She was fun. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she was able to actually answer.

"No, I mean, why would you be, right? That was a dumb thing to say." You watched her closely since it didn't seem as though you needed to actively participate in this conversation. Your eyes traveled the length of her body and back again by the time she finished talking, and you got the sense that not only did she notice, she liked it. "Do you wanna maybe..." her voice trailed off when you licked your lips again, and her eyes followed your tongue as her train of thought derailed. And you weren't even trying.

"That's not how this is going to work, Ms. Bishop." You mercifully interrupted her, and she gasped at you for a moment, blinking while processing what you said.

"This? What's this?" I mean, how's what going to work?" She shook her head as she tried to complete a sentence. It almost worked.

"I'm a floor above you. Tomorrow at 8."

"I..."

"I'll see you then, Ms. Bishop." You flashed another smile again before you turned your attention back to Lucky. "You be a good boy, Lucky." The dog smiled and panted at you as he handed you his paw to shake. You grinned, shaking it before scratching behind his ear again. Kate spun in place to follow you with her eyes as you walked past her, you could feel her eyes on you and you smiled. When you had gotten far enough away you pulled your phone out of your pocket pulling up a text message.