His Pet [BL]

Chapter 3

I gave his head a pat. "See? An obedient little puppy." Harrison huffed at me but I simply smiled and turned around. 

Caesar looked up in annoyance from his spot on the bed when I opened his bedroom door. He paid me little to no attention and continued to talk to the person on the other side of that phone. 

I kneeled in front of him and used his knee as a head rest. His hand fell to my head softly and stroked my hair back before untangling some of the knots that gathered throughout the day. 

My eyes fell shut when he cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb in soothing circles. "Yes, I understand the deadline was yesterday-" I recognized my bosses voice on the other side of the like when he interrupted. "I understand that as well." He continued to talk and I opened my eyes when he went back to running his hand through my hair. 

Caesar was sitting on the edge of the bed as I kneeled between his legs. He clearly wasn't in the best of moods. When he was mad, he didn't show it all that much, he was polite about it like he was with everything, but it was easier to tell the more you knew him. 

Leaning forward on my knees, I put my elbows on his thighs. He spread his legs further and I took that as the opportunity to unzip his pants. He still didn't pay me much attention, even when I slid my hand beneath his boxers.

It made me frown, I wanted his attention. 

Silently grabbing his c**k, I pulled it out of his boxers and peered up to see his expression was still neutral. "Yes, he's been reminding me everyday." I slowly stroked up and down his large length and took my time to watch it grow hard it my hand. 

I relaxed, knowing he was enjoying it at least a little. 

I leaned forward and licked up his c**k till the tip and repeated this a few times before sucking his tip in my mouth. While sucking softly, I grabbed the base of his c**k and twisted my hand the way I knew he liked. 

His hand stopped stroking my hair and grabbed it in a fist. He guided my head further and I bobbed my head along his length. I could only fit half of it in my mouth before my strong gag reflexes kicked in and I had to pull back. I was always disappointed in myself when I sucked a mans c**k and could never fit as much as I wanted to. "Yes, I'll hold." Though, Caesar was slowly training me to get better. 

He tossed his phone next to him after putting it on speaker. He pulled my hair, making his c**k pop out of my mouth. "Bad boy." He scolded playfully, no real authority in his voice as I peered up at him with my lips parted. "If you're going to suck it, suck it properly." He eased my head forward and I opened my mouth to allow his c**k in. Gently pushing, my head was urged further down and past the point I normally could. I hollowed my cheeks and tried not to gag as he kept going. 

I moaned brokenly when I felt his tip hit the back of my throat. My own c**k throbbed uncomfortably in my pants. My chest rose up and down heavily when he finally pulled me back by the hair to breathe. "What have I said about making a mess? Hm?" Caesar patted my cheek, making me quickly wipe my lips with the back of my hand. "Good boy." 

I focused on his tip again and sucked where I knew it'd feel the best. "Mr. Capolli-" Caesar picked the phone up and took it off speaker. He pushed my head down and held his hand there tightly. 

"We have a guest at the moment. He is keeping them company." I bobbed my head as much as I could with his hand still pushing me down. "Give me a moment." He took the phone away from his ear again and muted it. 

He guided my head up and brushed his thumb against my lip. "You okay?” I nodded while he petted my cheek. “Try to make it brief, yeah? Harrison is probably confused.”

I nodded and grabbed the phone to unmut it. "Hello?" 

"Morgan, why is Mr. Capolli late on his deadlines again?" 

"Because he waits till the last minute to finish his pages." I gasped when Caesar pressed his foot against my clothed c**k. 

"As his editor, you need to make sure he has them done so you have time to edit them and give to me to revise." 

"I tell him every day." He pressed further and I glared up at him. 

"That's not enough. You're easily replaceable but he's not. His books make us money. Can we make money without his books?"

"No."

"Find a way to make them on time or I will easily replace you with a different editor. Understood?" I wrapped my hand around his ankle and pushed but he only pushed down further. I bit my cheek to stop from groaning. "Morgan?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Great, I'm very happy we cleared that up. Tell Mr. Capolli I wish him well and to get his work done." 

"Yes, sir." He hung up seconds later and I moaned from the pleasurable pain. 

"Caesar." I crouched over and rested my head on his knee. I shielded my lap and pushed his foot away. "You know that hurts." He lifted my head and inspected me. 

"Give me the phone." I put it in the palm of his hand and he set it aside. "Now, finish what you started." 

-

Caesar cupped my cheeks and ran the pad of his thumbs over my lips. He then offered them to me and I licked them clean of his c*m. He smirked after pushing one of his thumbs in my mouth to suck. "Such a good boy." 

My chest rose heavily when there was a knock at the door. He looked down at me expectedly and I pointed a finger at my chest. He nodded in confirmation. "What is it?" I called back, breathlessly. "Didn't I tell you to wait?" 

There was a pause. "Uhh- never mind." 

Caesar got up and answered the door. He came back a minute later and held his hand out. He helped me up and fixed my attire. "You shouldn't be rude to him."

"I wasn't," I muttered, "besides- you're one to talk." 

He pulled my hair into his fist tightly. "Yeah?" I kept my mouth shut and he released me. "What did I do that's got you so grumpy?" 

"That hurt!" I exclaimed. 

He leaned down so were more level. "Hm? I thought you didn't mind a little pain." 

"I don't." I defended meekly. 

His lips twitched up as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. "I'm sorry for hurting you." He suddenly palmed me over my jeans and squeezed. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes," I urged trying to pry myself away from him. I didn't want to be by Harrison with a hard on. "Caesar." I groaned as he started rubbing up and down. 

"Is this better than my foot?" I nodded and he squeezed tightly. "I can't hear you."

"Yes," He loosened his grip, "If you behave I might think about fixing this later for you." I looked down at my bulge and frowned. 

"You're such a bully." 

"Is that so?" 

"Yes." I confirmed. His lips twitched again and he let go. 

"Now go play with, Harrison, but be nice. He is our guest." 

"You never treat me that nice." 

"What was that?"

"I said yes sir." 

- 

"Behave while we're there, Morgan. I don't want a repeat of last time." My mind raced back to when we were there a couple weeks ago. 

"I will." 

We entered the parking garage for his complex and found his car. "Caesar," I frowned. "Why can't I sit up front?" 

"You're the youngest." 

"You can sit in the front if you want." Harrison offered shyly. "I don't mind." 

My eyes lit up and stared at Caesar hopefully. My smile slowly fell when I saw his face. "You can sit there." I sulked the whole way to the store, not that either of them noticed. 

When we got there Caesar at least helped me out of his tiny car. "Stop acting like a brat. I don't like it." 

'liar' was at the tip of my tongue but I swallowed the words back and settled with rolling my eyes. 

Harrison lingered beside me while Caesar walked in front of us and into the store. "Harrison?" 

"Huh?" 

"Have you ever been to a store like this?" I watched him look around at everything, curiosity burning in his eyes. 

"Only once." 

"What for?"

"I had a school play back in high school and needed a custom. One of my classmates told me to come here." 

I gasped and gave him all my attention. "What were you? Were you a cat? Or a horse?" My eyes widened in excitement. "Don't tell me you were a little puppy." 

He looked away from me. "Shut up." He uttered quietly. 

"Oh my, you were! That's so cute." I squeezed him as he tried pushing me away. "What did you wear? A collar? A leash? A tail? Do you have a picture? You just have to show me." 

"Just a collar." He admitted shyly. 

"Come on, come on." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to where all the collars were hanging up. "Did it look like any of these?" He inspected all of them and pointed to a few that looked similar. 

I turned around to find a matching leash to one of them. "Hey, Harrison. Look at this." When I turned back his eyes were focused on a certain collar. 

I leaned in and took interest in it as well. "Do you like that one?" 

He seemed startled that I'd seen him staring. "What? No! Why would I?" 

"You should ask Caesar what he thinks. He's good at picking out stuff like this." It was always amusing to tease him about Caesar. He'd get so defensive and shy all of a sudden. "Wouldn't you love for him to pick out something for you here?" 

"Shut up, Morgan." 

"Wouldn't you love wearing a collar he picked out special for you?" I leaned in close and traced his neck. "He would even pick out a matching leash because he's nice. He'd do anything if his pet wanted it." 

I flicked one of his pink tinted ears and he stepped away. "Are- are you jealous?" 

I stepped closer to him and raised an eyebrow, highly amused. "Am I jealous?" He nodded not meeting my eyes. 

I put my hand on his cheek and turned his head to me. "I can see why Caesar likes you so much. You're very cute. Very puppy like." I dropped my hand. "You have this look, it makes you look like you're just begging to be taken care of." 

"Morgan." 

"Sorry." I took a step back and grinned. "You're just very adorable, especially when you blush like that." 

I turned my head and saw Caesar approaching. He grabbed both of our hands. "Pets are supposed to stay with their owners." 

I rocked back and forth on my heels and bit my lip to suppress my grin. "Sorry, Caesar." Harrison looked down at his hand that was engulfed by Caesars. "Harrison's sorry too. Aren't you?" His head snapped up and he looked at me with wide eyes. "Aren't you?" 

"Yes." He quickly nodded. "Sorry." 

I looked up at Caesar and waited for his reply. "You stay by my side when we come here, Morgan. I've told you this." 

"I can be forgetful." 

"Come on." He tugged us both to the cashier and waited while she brought out his package. Every time I glanced at Harrison he was staring down at his hand, unwilling to look away. "Thank you." I let go of his hand so he wouldn't drop Harrison's when he grabbed his package. "Have a nice day." He smiled generously before leading us both back to the car.

I didn't sulk the way home. It was worth sitting in the back to see Harrison so flustered the whole drive.