Chapter 4

I didn’t sleep for long. I got up and looked at the clock. 10:03am.

Kane roused with me. He watched me put on a bra and blouse, but when I grabbed a pair of panties from my top dresser drawer and stepped into them, he barked! Surprise toppled me onto the bed. He shifted over and took my ear in his teeth.

“Kane!” I froze but couldn’t stifle blurting his name.

Standing up on the comforter, keeping me pinned by my ear, the alpha shook it gently but uttered a low growl. He had decided that I would no longer wear panties. I dropped them to the floor and gulped, hoping my guess was right.

Kane released my ear and then licked it. I was forgiven for being a bitch stupid enough to impede the alpha’s access to her cunt.

That is, until I picked up a pair of pants. Hopping to the floor, he started barking. I instantly let go of the dark slacks and backed into my open closet. Kane bent and bit into the lump of pants, shook his head like he was killing a rodent, then flung it away. He strutted out of the room, without further notice of me.

The irritating sound of claws scratching stainless steel sang from the kitchen. I went to the dishwasher where the alpha was signaling, “There’s work to be done.”

I unlatched the door and plucked out his bowl. He immediately leaped high and far, landing on the table. Turning around, he waited for brunch.

After serving him a piping hot dish of expensive dog food, I ate a grapefruit on the floor. He didn’t seem to mind that I used a spoon. Small relief. He next wanted to pee. Returning from the backyard, he took a hearty shit on the papered zone. I conveyed it to the outside trash, where he cornered me with his ball.

We played for an hour before he relented to my plea to work. I’m not sure if he knew what I did paid the rent and purchased his meals, but somehow, he had related what I did in the office to hunting. Just like a company supervisor, he relaxed while I ‘hunted.’

I entered a productive flow state, unlike the day before, and conducted more business than usual. It felt like I had tapped into a wellspring of fresh energy. One client went so far as to give me a recommendation on Clinked-In.

At one point, I used the toilet. After flushing, I visited my room and brought the ravaged pile of pants into the office. Kane gave me a warning glare, but all I did was spread it over my chair to sit on. I wasn’t sure which was dirtier, the seat or my naked bum.

Kane rose up on his paws and strode to me, taking my hand in his jaws and tugging. I lowered myself to hands and knees before the live screen of my computer. Fortunately, I had software installed to prevent unwanted use of the monitor’s camera and microphone.

My heart sank as Kane took control of me. I wanted to complain and beg him to give me more time. My knees and puss were still sore from being forced to suffer his desires just hours ago. All I managed to do was whine. “But I need to get more work done.”

The fucking he gave me was as wild as the one this morning. Finishing, he turned his ass to mine. Once more his spurting cock popped out of my pussy. I grabbed the ruined pants and covered the carpet to catch his prodigious cum. The smell of it irked me. It wasn’t human, I told myself.

While Kane recovered from his orgasm, his eyes studied me severely. As if I should have done more to please him. I had also cum, stronger than before. Therefore it took me a minute to notice my potential failure. I bit my lip and cringed slightly under the alpha’s glare. Half finished work called to me, but I had to catch my breath before standing back up.

I could no longer use the cum soaked pants as a chair cover. I simply grabbed a handful of old print-outs to protect the seat before starting my next effort at the computer.

Kane watched me perform my beguiling tasks, for several disappointed minutes, before settling down and licking his retreating dick.

An hour or two later, he issued a polite bark and trotted off. I followed and let him out back. While he peed, I made his lunch and set it on the table. He nosed the glass door and scratched it once, just as I was warming lentil soup from a can.

Kane’s powerful nose sniffed upon entering. There was no doubt that he knew that his lunch was waiting for him on the table, but he sauntered instead to the office. As I waited for the loud microwave oven to finish, a couple dull thuds came to my ears. I guessed the big dog had plopped himself down on the carpet. I followed him after taking out the bowl of soup and setting it on the counter.

A foul odor hit me upon reaching the doorway. Kane barked when I looked in. He was standing beside my chair. My computer’s keyboard and mouse were on the carpet. The integrated computer and screen was laying on its back. The horrid smell was steaming out of the blobs of shit that Kane had left on my chair.

He must have jumped upon the desk and hung his butt over the expensive chair. His targeting had been excellent. Only the papers protecting the chair had caught his foul pieces. Having pooped earlier that day, there were only two small lumps, but in the small room they stank worse than his usual dumps in our large kitchen and dining area.

My jaw dropped. Had he mistaken the papers for another place for his excretions? I felt somewhat stupid, but I almost laughed. Kane’s piercing eyes quelled the scene’s potential humor. He had sent me a message. “Get with the program.”

If only I could have read his sharp but limited mind, I might have avoided his rebuke. All I could do at the time was to get more paper and take the mess out to the trash. When I returned, Kane was standing on the counter lapping up my soup and making a mess of it.

Anonymous guilt cowed me when I attempted to get an apple from the refrigerator. When I reached for the door handle, Kane growled. “Don’t try it.”

He then leaped off the counter, bounded up from the floor, and landed awkwardly on the table’s smooth surface. Ignoring his momentary lack of grace, he ate vigorously from his dish.

I went to my office and called Connie.

“Tell me everything, Bitch.” She was instantly disappointed, far more than Kane.

I gave a full run-down of the day’s mishaps. Kane plopped himself down in the doorway, his keen hearing no doubt recognizing the alpha female’s voice. At first she gave me credit for realizing that Kane was taking my areas of power for himself.

“But if he keeps pooping in my office, I won’t be able to work!” I was equally afraid that he might not let me eat - for who knows how long!

“Your alpha definitely took advantage of the printouts on the chair.” Connie’s voice harshened. “But is it true that you let his dick pop out of your miserable cunt?”

Her words stabbed my heart. She had told me to keep his knot inside while Kane turned, AND to hold his cum until his knot deflated. I mumbled a weak excuse, “It happened so quickly. I-”

“You stay right where you are, Ms. Silvia Kane!” She barked. “I’m coming over, and it’s going to cost you plenty. Have your checkbook ready. I don’t care if you piss on your office carpet, don’t you move until I get there. You’re not my only problem client, Bitch. It may take a while.”

Connie had effectively ‘caged’ me.

I tried to get some work done, but I was a mess. My uncertain but likely abusive future kept me looking over my shoulder and jumping at stray sounds. Kane, when he wasn’t napping, gave calm glances. He wasn’t worried about anything. Perhaps he was looking forward to watching the alpha female continue my training.

Late in the afternoon, I did have to pee. I nearly raced to the bathroom, but even Kane’s calm demeanor cowed me. I ended up peeing into the cum stained pair of torn slacks. I put down dozens of sheets of printouts - to protect the carpet.

Connie didn’t ring the doorbell. She called out, “Bring your bitch, Kane.” The sun had begun to set.

He walked alongside as I shuffled my guilty, naked ass to the front door. “Hello, Connie.” I couldn’t meet her glare.