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Part 8

I wanted to spank the shit out of that tiger's ass when I watched him piss against my furniture, but as far as my experience went, he didn't enjoy my authority like he was supposed to. Of course, I had specifically chosen him because I didn't want a mindless pet that simply enjoyed however it was used. Still, Moondrop was proving to be more difficult than the handful of pets with a perceptible character that I had encountered before.

I had video evidence of him being aroused enough for his cock to become rock solid, yet the tiger reacted appalled to my interest in him – which was pretty often given that the damn pet could smell whenever I was only thinking about having sex. I couldn't help it, and he was making it unnecessarily harder.

Remembering him clutching at the bars, staring up at me with those big, round eyes that were filled with a piercing yellow right up to their corners, mewling softly to gain my favour...

I was starting to make things up, and I knew that damn well, but he was inspiring in that regard. Even leaving his character aside, I'd never had sex with a pet like him before. Moondrop was damn beautiful in a wicked way. His body was neither human nor tiger any longer, no matter how one might have looked at it.

His skin was covered in fur from head to toe. It was longer around his face, especially on the back of his head, imitating human hair yet falling short in terms of colour and structure. His eyes were outlined in coal black like those of a real tiger, and he had matching stripes trailing away from his spine.

Most fascinating though, was his altered bone structure. His neck was elongated to allow him to hold his head upright more comfortably when he was walking on all fours, which he was doing a lot. His hands were paw-like, and only the part of his fingers that featured his human nails showed. The rest, including his lethal claws, was hidden by a firm layer of skin that connected his front knuckles. He had a set of extra phalanges on his hands and feet, again to enable him to walk on all fours. Lastly, his torso was elongated, and thighs slightly shorter.

He should be looking ridiculous, but he carried himself so naturally in that altered body that he looked perfect.

Maybe I was a pervert for being attracted to a something that had such limited similarities to a human, yet I had to admit that I had always been thrilled to try the forbidden, the extravagant. I was also tempted by his intricate behaviour. Moondrop kept pushing my buttons left and right, giving me an attitude that was crying for disciplining.

Especially when he was fucking urinating against my furniture.

"Earth to Vince. Earth to Vince." Leah snapped her fingers from across the room, where she was sitting behind her desk. When I looked up from my screen, she raised her arched eyebrows. "Stop smiling like that, it's creeping me out."

I gave her a questioning look. "My expression is fine."

"Vince, we both know that silently smiling at your computer like you're about to take away some toddler's toy is not considered fine," she argued flippantly, accentuating her attitude by flipping her brown hair away from her shoulder.

"I think the issue is more that you think I'd enjoy taking the toy from some toddler than me smiling," I retorted.

Leah smirked. For a secretary, she had quite the attitude. "Vince, baby, we both know the kind of man you are. Just remember Cheyenne's birthday party."

"That music box was fucking annoying."

"Hey, not judging. You know I love you."

I sighed. "She's still mad at me, isn't she?"

"Well, it was her son's favourite toy, and you didn't really need to throw it in the pool."

I smirked at the memory. The kid had been taunting me, saying I had to give his music box back or else he was going to throw a tantrum, tell mommy and all that shit. He hadn't gotten his toy back, and Cheyenne had been thoroughly mad at me. I think she hasn't talked to me in two weeks.

"So, what has you in such high spirits?" Leah asked, folding her hands in her lap as she leaned back in her swivelling chair.

"I got a pet."

"Oh God, please no," she groaned, briefly closing her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked very judgemental. "Please tell me you're lying."

I shrugged.

"Vince, God, where do you get all that money?"

I raised my eyebrows pointedly, then gestured around the room. She was working for me, she should know.

Leah rubbed the bridge of her nose. "It was Mike's idea, wasn't it? And Joe. God, I hate Joe. They both have pets, don't they?"

"A Scottish fold cat and a Japanese spitz dog," I told her, clearly remembering the two. They were both rather small and annoyingly cute, neither of which applied to Moondrop.

"And I thought you hated them."

"I did. That's why I got myself a Siberian tiger."

Her jaw dropped. She closed her mouth very slowly, then gave me a lasting look. "I want a pay raise."

"What?"

She was being ridiculous.

Leah tapped away on her screen, then swiped her finger across it to toss the image over onto mine. I frowned at the homepage featuring the price range of high pedigree pets. "He wasn't that expensive. I got a discount."

"I also want more Christmas money."