Pet
Chapter Five

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The soft sound of a deep, resounding of bebop jazz pooled from the small sitting room off the library on the first floor, echoing the soft tones and sultry sounds. Raven stood perched just beyond the threshold to the sitting room, knowing that her employers were both sitting in there, undoubtedly waiting for her to make her rounds. She could smell the fire crackling and rumbling in the fireplace, and she listened to the soft conversation of Jason and Garfield, speaking in hushed tones as if they knew she was just around the corner, listening to them.

"Do you think she'll agree?" Garfield's voice was soft, but curious, like he didn't want to break a spell he had woven but desperately wanted an answer of some kind. "I mean, if she doesn't want to do it we can't blame her, but do you think that she might actually-"

"That's up to her." There was the sound of ice clinking together in glass as he took a sip of what was undoubtedly whiskey. Jason hummed under his breath and shifted in his seat, the leather creaking with his movements. "No matter what she agrees to, we know that it's her choice. If she wants to… play, then we'll agree to continue our game. If she doesn't want to play, then we'll stop our advances - no questions asked."

"I know… I'm just… nervous about her answer."

"There's no point in being nervous, the decision is ultimately hers."

Raven cleared her throat and decided to make her presence known. She stepped into the small sitting room, her bucket of cleaning supplies dangling from her fist. Garfield leaned forward, his eyes bright and excited, as if there was something he was dying to say to her, and couldn't quite hold in the feelings for much longer. His hands tightened in his pants and he grinned. Jason, on the other hand, merely lifted an eyebrow and leaned back into the chair, taking another long sip of his whiskey before meeting her stare again.

"Raven."

She swallowed a lump building in her throat and set her bucket down at the entrance to the room. "Mr.-" She stopped herself and winced just a little, seeing their knowing smirks play across their lips. Eventually she was going to learn how to greet them properly. "Jason. Garfield. Is there something I can help you with?"

Garfield grinned, pitching forward again. "I have some ideas, but- ow!" He rubbed the back of his head, glaring over at Jason.

"Patience, Gar. You're going to charge at her like a bull if you're not careful." Jason waved him off and took another drink of whiskey before setting his glass on the table next to him. There was a long, slow pause before he looked back up into Raven's eyes. His tongue ran along his lower lip in a movement that echoed something far more sinful, and his mouth tugged into a sly, half-cocked smile as he waved to an empty seat across from him. "Have a seat, Raven."

She shook her head and met his stare, feeling her body start to shiver. What was it about the two of them that made sanity seem like a commodity she couldn't afford? She was going to lose herself if she wasn't careful around him. "If you don't mind, I'll stand."

"If you want." He shrugged.

"Is there a reason you're asking me to have a chat? Because, I have a lot to do today and you're taking up my time with this ridiculous, frivolous activities. So, unless you have something you want me to do, or information you need to let me know, then I suggest you let me go back to doing my work - without interruption." Raven tried desperately to hold her own against them, but she knew that she was failing miserably. She crossed her arms over her chest and met both of their heated, darkened stares, feeling something warm pool low in her stomach.

Images of their salacious attack on her body and senses started to flood her mind again, and she could feel her skin start to tingle and her breath catch in her throat. She had barely slept since then, and what little sleep she did get it was filled with all the fantasies she had never even considered before. Raven wasn't exactly a prude per se, after all she had boyfriends before, but she certainly hadn't been exposed the activities that were so carnal and so base that it seemed to change her whole world. She hadn't once thought that physical connections could leave her feeling so desperate that she would do anything to fulfill the need inside her.

They were both undressing her with their eyes, but she refused to give into their desires just yet. Instead, she licked her lips and held her head high, looking down at them. "So, what did you want to ask me?" Her voice was curt and brief, barely betraying the sudden rush of emotions inside her. Raven knew that if she didn't manage to keep a tight reign on her emotions, she could very well lose control to both of them all over again.

"Ah." Jason propped his head up on his fist, staring at her. "Alright, we'll keep this brief and to the point then…" Clearing his throat, Jason stood up from the chair and walked over to her, curling his fingers underneath her chin. He lifted her eyes to his own and offered her that sinful smile again, pitching his voice low as he spoke to her. "Be our pet."

"Your what?" Raven pulled away from him and glared, shock coursing through her veins. Had she heard him right? Their pet? Like she was supposed to be some kind of dog walked around on a leash all day. Her nostrils flared and her anger spiked as she stare at him. "Be your what?"

"Our pet," Garfield reiterated as he stood up and stood next to Jason, shoving his hands in his pockets. It all seemed surprisingly casual for what they were insinuating they wanted from her, like this was a conversation they had tried to act out often, with different results. He cocked his head to the side and smiled that too-bright grin that threatened to break her. "Let us… play with you. Enjoy you. Have you enjoy us… with rules of course."

"What kind of rules?" Raven couldn't even hear the question escape through the blood pounding through her ears. Her breath was coming in quick, staccato bursts and she could feel her hands shaking. Their pet? In what way? What were they proposing to her? And why in the world wasn't she running away from them? She should have been frightened but she couldn't be, at least not yet. There was something thrilling by the concept of it all, giving herself over to two very skilled and attentive lovers (if their romp in the guest bedroom the other day had been any indication. "What… what kind of rules were you thinking?"

"Well, a new uniform, for starters." Garfield reached into a bag that Raven recognized from a high-end designer lingerie store and pulled out a silk mockery of a 'French Maid' costume that left practically nothing to the imagination.

The skirt would have barely hung low enough to cover her ass and pushed her breasts into full view. Raven scoffed in spite of her shock and pulled back again. "That is not a uniform. That's lingerie."

"To-may-to. To-mah-to." He laid it over the edge of the chair and grinned. "I think it'll suit you just fine."

Raven glared, wishing he wouldn't be so damn flippant about it. Her emotions were warring inside her and Garfield's excited, casual demeanor was doing nothing for her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to trust them or run away from them. "And what if someone sees me! I can't just waltz around in practically nothing and expect the neighbors not to notice."

Jason chuckled and took another step into her space. "I promise, we'll keep the blinds shut… unless one day you want someone to see you."

Raven seemed utterly horrified by the concept. Why in the world would she want someone to see her prance around in nothing more than a few scraps of lace and satin like some kind of brazen hussy? She should have been ashamed that they hadn't even suggested she might want that! But… then again… against her better self, Raven's heart started to skip a few beats, as if the prospect was… thrilling. She swallowed and looked back at Jason and Garfield again.

"We will try not to impede your work around the house, because we both know that 'earning your keep' is important to you," Jason said, taking another step closer. His voice was pitched low and soothing, as if he was trying to comfort her every way he could. "And we will always take into consideration your own… curiosities, if you have them, and entertain them however we can. And most importantly, we will absolutely respect every time you say 'no' - without question." His hands found the top button on her modest uniform and flicked it open with a soft smile. "Your right to say no is of our utmost concern, and we want all of this to be… safe. For you."

It took a long moment of staring into his eyes before the gears finally clicked into place and Raven's mouth fell open. Her hands were shaking as she looked up at him, taking long, deep breaths to calm herself. "You want me to be your Sub."

Garfield smiled, the playfulness in his eyes slowly replaced by deep, carnal lust. "We prefer pet. A cherished, loved, adored, spoiled, pampered little pet… who doesn't mind putting the control of her pleasure into her owners hands… and being fucked relentlessly whenever the time seems appropriate."

The heat in Raven's belly grew to a conflagration that threatened to consume her. She could feel desire pooling low in between her legs, lightning licking along her skin as she thought about the prospect of belonging to them. Never did she believe that she could be brought so quickly to carnal need by one simple thing - being a loved and cherished possession. But now that they mentioned it and offered it to her, she could easily see herself belonging to them. Licking her lips slowly, her stare flicked between them again.

She swallowed the feeling and held her head high, looking into their eyes. "And if I refuse?"

"Then we'll simply let you go back to being our housekeeper, Raven." Jason pulled his hand away from her chin and offered her another small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry that you wouldn't have a job, if that's your concern. We respect you in every way that we can, and if you don't think you can commit to us, or you're too worried by the concept, then say no. You will still always be our very adept, talented maid."

"We're asking a lot." Garfield's voice was surprisingly serious, and he leaned back on his heels and regarded her carefully, watching her movements with something akin to a hawk. "And this is probably pretty strange to you, so… we understand if you need time to think about it."

"I will." Raven's voice was soft, and she felt the conversation peter off slowly, the heat that had built in the room as cooling with each quiet second. "I'll need some time."

"Take all the time you need." Jason offered her a reassuring smile and leaned forward, pressing an innocent kiss to her forehead. "We'll still be here."

Garfield smiled brightly and pulled her close, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. "We'll wait for you, Raven."

Her heart fluttered and her desire deepened, and Raven felt as though her entire world was suddenly spiraling out of her control, leaving her aroused and confused. She looked up into those too-handsome faces and her muscles began to twitch and shiver, calling out for all the things they had done to her just a few days ago. It was all so much for her to process, that it felt her feeling breathless and just a little out of control… and she liked it. She liked knowing that they were in complete control of her, and she was going to be their precious little plaything.

In fact, she didn't just like it, she welcomed it.

Raven nodded slowly and silently, reminding them that she was going to take her time and think about what they were offering her, but in her mind, she already knew the answer. Tomorrow morning, she was going to walk into their home as their maid, but walk out as their pet.

Thanks for being awesome, friends. Totally inappropriate smut to resume next chapter!