Pet
Chapter Six

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Raven was standing on the very top of the stepstool in Jason's office, reaching for the top shelf of his bookcase with her feather duster. Not for the first time in her employment with both Jason and Garfield, did she curse the previous housekeeper all of his descendants. It was almost as if this shelf hadn't been cleaned or dusted since it was installed. She fidgeted and tugged at the hem of her skirt, mumbling a soft curse underneath her breath. The her new 'uniform' was riding up uncomfortably high, to the point that it was showing all of her under garments. Raven knew that it should bother her in some respect because these were her secrets to display, but she wasn't entirely certain how long the skirt would stay on her, so how much did it matter?

Her cheeks flushed again at that thought and her muscles seemed to clench with invisible, unspoken anticipation. Had she really decided to agree to this? To being their sub? No, that wasn't right, they called her their "Pet". A shiver ran down her spine and her fingers stilled on the spines of the books on the shelf below her. A Pet. Is that what she was? A plaything for them to enjoy no matter the consequences? She imagined herself bent over the kitchen counter, Garfield's hands running over her bare skin as he-

"You're doing a wonderful job, Raven."

Jason's voice nearly gave her a heart attack and she jumped, her eyes wide as she turned around to look down at him. His hands were shoved in his trouser pockets as he stared at her, eyes traveling down the length of her legs before settling back on her face, a smile playing on his lips. He cocked his head to the side and watched her for a long, silent moment.

"So… you wore the uniform."

It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact. Raven licked her lips and turned back to her task of dusting the top shelf, hoping that an iota of normalcy would make this a little less awkward. She swallowed the sudden burst of nervousness that was raging inside the depths of her stomach, and instead focused on her task at hand. Yes, she had silently agreed to herself to play their game for a little, but that didn't mean he could pull out his entire arsenal of tricks the moment either of them laid eyes on her. Although, Raven felt as though she could live a thousand years and never see the entirety of their arsenal.

"I wore the uniform," she repeated softly, moving a Ming vase to dust around it.

"Mm…" Jason leaned back against his heels. "And have you agreed to… be our Pet?"

Goosebumps erupted over her skin, and she set the vase down softly, turning around to look at Jason. His stare was still unabashedly sealed to the curve of her ass, watching her body with the same rapt attention as he would show fine art. Raven's tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip and she turned around on the step stool to look at him.

"For the time being I will… test out the arrangement." Her hips cocked to the side and she knew that Jason could see all of the things that were once hidden to him. He smiled brightly at her, his eyes displaying an undying lust that seemed to burn from the very bottom of his soul. Raven knew that seeing that kind of fire was dangerous, but she couldn't help her heart from skipping a few beats. There was something incredibly dangerous about the way he looked at her, like she was a very delicious treat and he wanted to taste every part of her.

"Mmm…" He stepped back and made his way to his desk. "And, Raven… do you know how we do things in this house?"

She licked her lips and shook her head. "No."

"Mm, let me tell you." He nodded, as if reading her nervousness. "Red. Yellow. Green." He flicked through a few files on his desk before looking up at her, his eyes a mixture of something dangerous and an unspoken burning of hellfire. "If I ask you a question, you answer appropriately - do not, under any circumstances, lie to me or Gar. If you are happy with the situation: Green. If you are uncomfortable, but willing to continue: Yellow. And if you need either of us to stop-"

"Red." Raven's breath was catching in her throat over and over, as if there were barbs clawing at her with little vials of anticipation. She swallowed slowly and looked back into Jason's stare. "If I need you to stop, I will tell you Red."

His lips curled up at the edges. "Correct." He licked his lips. "Even if we're in the middle of fucking you senseless, if you say Red, we will both back off. It doesn't matter what the situation. If you are uncomfortable, or have even a single iota of doubt, you tell either of us to stop and we will. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Red… red is my safe word."

"Right." He sat down on his desk and looked at her, cocking his head to the side. There was a long silence as he stared at her, still grappling with how to segue into the next part of the conversation. After a long moment, his eyes met hers and he managed to speak his request. "I have a call with the Russian subsidiary in a few minutes, Raven… I know it's not exactly a secret how I feel about them, but I feel as though you might be able to… ease those feelings."

Raven licked her lips and she looked down at him, waiting for her instructions.

"I would very much enjoy it if you sat on my desk and masturbated while I spoke with them."

Her nostrils flared and she met his curious stare. Her heart began to thump loudly against her ribs, and there was something warm and curious rumbling low in her stomach. It was almost as if she was losing every aspect of herself while under their thrall, and she didn't give a fuck. She couldn't, really, not while they were promising every glorious secret to her that she had ever dreamed of.

Her tongue darted out and wet her lower lip as her eyes lifted to meet his own. "You want me to…"

"Masturbate on my desk," he clarified easily, sitting down into his chair. "While I watch."

"You want to watch?"

"While you finger yourself? Yes." His lips curled up in a positively wicked smile and he leaned forward, resting his arms on the edge of his desk. "Of course I want to watch that show. I want to watch as you slowly reach that desperate, insatiable emotion deep inside you, clawing and clamoring for need and want with each passing moment. I want to watch as you lose your patience and your fingers drive deep, knowing exactly what you need to come all over my desk. I want to watch as every little bit of you gives over to pleasure…" His eyes darted down the length of her again and he looked back up into her face. "So, Raven… what color?"

Her heart pounded in her chest and her blood sang in her veins, but no matter what, Raven couldn't deny that this need inside her was… her. It was every small part of her, rumbling low inside the very depths of her soul, calling out to her. She swallowed slowly and met his eyes, barely murmuring, "Green."

He smiled. "All right. Come on, up on the desk then."

Without even questioning herself, let alone him, Raven crawled to the top of his desk and sat precariously on the edge. Her hands found the hem of her skirt and she lifted it far above her hips, exposing her lacy panties and garters to him. Jason let go of a hum of approval, and his fingers began sliding up the inside of her thighs, tracing invisible patterns. Everything seemed so strangely soft and innocent, as if he was reaching deep into a brighter part of her soul to release a light she didn't know she had. Jason looked into her eyes, and he leaned up to trace kisses up and down her neck, his hands tugging on the lacy hem of her dress.

"Are you ready?"

She licked her lips and nodded.

"Good." He slid back and rested in his chair, steepling his fingers almost like he was a villain in a very campy television program. "I want to watch how you get yourself off, Raven. I want to see how your face light up when you climax and you come all over my desk."

Her cheeks burned a brighter shade of red and she watched as he reached for his phone, placing it on speaker as it rang loudly in the silence of the room. Jason licked his lips and he waited patiently for the sound of the other speakers on the other end of the line. Swallowing her reservations, Raven lifted her skirt and she pushed her panties to the side, offering his an unadulterated view of her naked, bare core. Jason smiled and licked his lips, looking back up into her face.

"So…"

She licked her lips and Raven leaned back against the desk as the sound of someone picked up from the other line of the call. There was a low rumble of a greeting in Russian, the chattering sound of several important people responding to him, and Raven looked back up into his eyes. Jason just smirked and nodded before leaning back into his desk chair, watching her with rapt attention. Taking a slow, deep breath, her fingers slid down the length of her core and found her clit easily, stroking it with the tip of her fingers.

Jason rumbled out a half-hearted greeting in Russian, his eyes flicking from her dripping core to her face and back again, and the sound of the language falling from his sinful mouth was enough to drive her insane. Holding onto what little bit of sanity she had left, and casting her reservations to the side, Raven gave herself over to the unadulterated lust that was coursing through her entire body. Her back arched and she closed her eyes, her fingertips moving quicker over her clit. Each brush of her fingers sent little shocks of pleasure racing through her, rippling down her spine.

Jason grumbled something low in Russian again and he watched with rapt attention as his stare followed each miniscule movement of her fingers. He licked his lips and flicked up to look at her, licking his lips as he kissed up and down the length of her plump thighs. Raven was shivering and gasping with each brush of his lips, and she watched with bated breath as he wrapped his mouth around a tender spot near her hip and sucked.

Biting down on her lower lip, Raven managed to catch her voice before it broke their carefully guarded secret, and she spread her knees just a little bit wider. Jason took the invitation, and with a low growl, he pushed her hand out of the way and wrapped his lips around her too-sensitive clit.

Raven ground her teeth together to keep a scream from escaping, as her hands buried into his black hair, pulling her hips closer to that sinful mouth. Jason flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, his fingers tracing up and down the sweet flesh of her thighs, teasing the tender, soft spots with a soft touch. Everything seemed to be a complete opposite of something else - Jason's hands were soft but his tongue was currently fucking her without reason, and his teeth were doing something that Raven was almost certain was illegal.

Gasping, her hands tightened in his hair and she pulled him away from her, but Jason just leaned back into his chair and licked his lips. A moment skipped between them and he smiled, reaching over and placing the phone on mute.

"I changed my mind."

Raven's eyes fluttered, feeling a bit like someone had pulled the rug out from under her feet.

"I don't want you to come just yet."

Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, but she couldn't find the words in her throat as he looked up at her from his spot between her thighs. He flicked his tongue over her clit for just a moment longer before pulling away.

"I think that delicious dessert is better served for all three of us."

Raven's cheeks flushed, but she said nothing as she crawled down from his desk.

Jason smiled and reached out for her hand, pulling her palm tightly against his mouth as he peppered her skin with little kisses. His stare flicked up to her and his smile turned wicked again as he scraped his teeth over the tender flesh of the inside of her wrist. "And you do not have permission to masturbate."

Her eyes widened. "But-"

Jason just lifted an eyebrow and she snapped her mouth shut. He chuckled and propped his head up on his hand, watching her. "Color, Raven?"

She thought about it for a long moment, as if savoring the question. Her body was alight with need, lust coursing through her veins as if it were just another part of her blood. She needed to find release or she felt like she was going to burst into a shower of sparks that would destroy everything… and somehow, she was strangely okay with that. She was okay with the deep, insatiable need that seemed to consume her. Yes, her body felt like it was on fire, her orgasm denied with expert precision, but she knew that if she waited just a little bit longer that both Jason and Garfield would take her to the stars and back. She just had to be patient for a little bit longer.

Licking her lips, she looked back into his expectant eyes. "Green, Mister Todd."

He smiled. "There's a good girl." He flicked open his file and smiled at her. "Now, go find Gar and help ease yourself a little bit while I finish up here quickly."

"But you said-"

"That's right." Jason cocked his head to the side, his eyes almost steely again. "You know the rules. No orgasm until we're both there… and if either of you disobey, the penalty will not be pleasurable."

Her tongue moistened her lips again. "And if I wait?"

He just grinned.

Hope this wasn't awful, I was a little drunk when I wrote it. Enjoy your smut, you glorious heathens.

Thanks for being awesome.