Come, My Pet by Keira Michelle Telford

Author:Keira Michelle Telford [Telford, Keira Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Venatic Press
Published: 2015-10-30T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Coralie’s multi-million pound Kensington house, like so much else about her, is far from modest. Dressed in textured wallpapers, with shades of red, purple, and gray throughout, it’s bold and modern. Pet was afraid to touch the crystal door knobs for the first week, and it took her another six days before she’d sit on any of the furniture. Right now, Coralie’s young dinner guests are having similar troubles.

The three teen girls come from very different backgrounds. One hails from a family farm in Wales, another from a pair of lawyers in Bristol, while the third—a gobby, pink-haired urchin—resides in Kent. All three, however, have one thing in common: they were born witches.

Nearing the age of eighteen, it’s time for them to join a coven, but to do that, they must be referred by an existing member of the High Council. Tonight, that’s Coralie. Their future rests in her hands, and so far, she’s unimpressed. The shyest one didn’t know which knives and forks to use for which course at the dinner table, the most apathetic one farted and blamed it on the cat, and the pink-haired one can’t keep her lecherous eyes off Pet.

As they retire to the drawing room, Pet brings in a pitcher of lemonade for the girls and a glass of elderberry wine for Coralie, doing so without making eye contact with anyone. Perturbed by the pink-haired neophyte’s quirky smiles and flirtatious glances, she turns to leave, but Coralie’s sultry voice stops her by the door.

“Pet, don’t go.”

Nervous but obedient, Pet turns, drinking in Coralie’s appearance: a plum-colored satin blouse, combined with a knee-length black pencil skirt and the black stockings and stilettos she always wears. Tonight, her long, curled hair is half-up, the front pulled back, keeping it out of her face, and her freshly painted fingernails are the same color as her lipstick. She looks reserved and sophisticated, which is a far cry from the unrestrained vixen she is in bed.

“Come.” She pats her lap.

Trying to ignore the three strange pairs of eyes now following her every move, Pet pads to Coralie’s side and sits at her feet, some of her discomfort abated simply by being so close to her doting Mistress.

In a way that’s become routine for them, she strokes Coralie’s crossed legs, silently worshipping her. Quite often, they’ll sit by the fire at night, Coralie reading, Pet kissing and caressing. Invariably, Pet starts off on the floor, but always ends up in Coralie’s lap, or lying beside her on the couch. Sometimes, Coralie will read aloud to her. This happens particularly when the book is of a steamy nature, thus ensuring that they tumble into bed pre-heated. But things are set to go a different way this evening.

As Pet runs a hand up Coralie’s leg, the pink neophyte spots her painted nails, noting that both companion and Mistress are wearing the same shade.

“That’s cute.” She smirks, pointing. “You have matching color.”

Coralie scoops up one of Pet’s hands and kisses her fingers. “Pet picks what color she likes, and I paint them for her.

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