Free The Family Pet by H. Dean Page A

all.”

    “She was at our wedding, Bill. You know I like her and, well, you two were over long before we got together,” Jasmine replied. “I mean it ’ s not like there is anything between you two anymore. I know that. She can stay for as long as she needs. We have more than enough rooms. Tell her.”

    “Okay, baby, I ’ ll tell her,” he replied, taking the phone from her outstretched hand.

    Chapter 1

    “Thank you so much for taking me in,” Patricia told her saviors. “I really don ’ t know what I would have done without you. I promise…promise, promise, promise I will get out of here as soon as I can. I can ’ t thank you enough!”

    “Don ’ t worry,” Jasmine told the Amazonian woman. “You ’ re family. Bill loves you, I love you and, if you don ’ t love us we will have to kill you.”

    “Thanks, guys. Really,” she sighed, hugging them both.

    “Look, dinner is almost ready. I am going to go in and finish it up. Bill can show you to your room and help you get your things inside. You said it ’ s, mostly in storage?”

    “I just brought necessities. Everything else…well, I paid for six months storage up front and I figure I should have another job and be able to rent another house by then,” Patricia said. “And I promise to help out around here as much as I can. I don ’ t have anything to pay rent with but I will pay you back as soon as I can. God, I can ’ t thank you enough!”

    “Cut it out,” Bill said. “Let ’ s get you settled.”

    Later that night, Bill and Jasmine lay in bed, a passionate session of lovemaking having just finished.

    “I about shit my pants when I saw her in a t-shirt and shorts, Bill. I see what you liked about her,” Jasmine said. “I mean, she has a huge chest, great legs and beautiful hair. You sure did go the other route when you got me.”

    Bill smiled at his wife, seeing her minor insecurity. “Not really. You may be short, but you ’ ve just as nice a body and your hair is every bit as beautiful as hers. More so, ‘ cause it ’ s yours.”

    “You ’ re a sweet liar. I love you though,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Was she into all the BDSM and stuff we used to be into when we first got going? I mean, was she as extreme?”

    “Yes and no,” Bill responded. “You ’ re more into the physical aspects and she is more about mind control. I mean, she does like to be tied up and humiliated, but she was so susceptible to mind controlling techniques that…well, there wasn ’ t much I couldn ’ t make her do.”

    “Not much, eh?” Jasmine asked, her right eyebrow cocked questioningly. “Do tell.”

    “What do you want to know?”

    “Tell me what you made her do,” she said.

    “Well, gee, it ’ s not so much what I made her do but what I caused her to do,” Bill told her.

    “Tell me!” she demanded in mock anger.

    Bill smiled and kissed her. “I made it so she hated vaginal sex and loved anal sex, for one thing. I also got her to wear a plug for a year straight. Then I got her used to enemas. She told me she still needs them to take a shit. I got her to cum on command and, later on, to a specific word. Then there was…”

    “Hold on,” Jasmine interrupted. “You got her to cum to a word?”

    “Yeah, I did.”

    “What word? Does it still work?”

    “Yes it does and I ’ m not going to tell you. If I do you will torture the poor girl,” Bill said, laughing. “Don ’ t you think she has enough on her plate?”

    “But what if I want to keep her?”

    “You ’ re kidding, right?” Bill asked, surprised. “You never wanted to bring in another woman before. Why would you want to bring one in now?”

    “Bill, she ’ s gorgeous. Besides, it would give us someone to play with,” Jasmine said. “Besides, we don ’ t play that way with each other anymore. Don ’ t get me wrong, I don ’ t really want to play with you that way. What we have is beyond the gimmicks and gadgets. But wouldn ’ t