"Agrr'Ra, heel."
That's all it takes for me to find myself on the floor in front of her. I don't even remember leaving my desk.
She draws her pistol, and racks the slide. Another moment of time lost, and I can taste the coat of oil from the last time she let me service her weapon.
I can see the safety is off, and I can hear the internal mechanisms shifting, moving with the twitch of her finger against the trigger.
"Eyes." Mine meet hers. There's a wicked grin that brings me too much joy to describe.
"That's it," she squeezes the trigger just a touch further, "Let me see that delicious fear..." Her free hand slips beneath her waistband, moving, pressing, playing.
She presses her weapon further, and I can feel the trigger guard against my front teeth. "Good hound..." She purrs. My thighs clench hard enough to ache, heat knots low in my stomach, and my body betrays me with a whine. Her grip tightens. "Such a go--"
Bang.












