Man's Best Friend
Erik spent many hours in a day watching his dog, It was indeed one of his favorite activities to sit in his high back chair watch the creature salivate over the bones he threw to him. Often as he sat by the fire, he could hear the diminutive sounds of his little wife Christine sleeping peacefully in the background. Erik made sure that Christine slept enough, for if she didn't get enough sleep she often threatened to leave him.
It was bliss to the man to watch the much simpler being at his business. Occasionally he'd reach out his hand and idly pat the thing, which for some reason had always remained terrified of him. The pair got on well enough though, until one day the dog snapped at him, causing Erik to jump and strike at him.
"Now, now that was naughty Raoul." He clucked his tongue at the naked, crouching Viscount. "You've been such a good pet, and I've had you as long as I've been married to Christine, I'd hate to lose you now." At the mention of Christine's name his eyes went wide, Erik's pet did not often see her, due to her many naps. Erik began to pet Raoul's bottom in his usual disturbing way, as he chuckled to himself.
"Now be a good boy and stay quiet for daddy, after all we wouldn't want to wake mommy." Erik sometimes wondered if his pet would be happier somewhere else, but he cared little for the happiness of others at the moment. He finally had all that he wanted.
Erik smiled at the look in Raoul's eyes as he began to undo his trousers. "Stay boy."