[b][u][center]Policing his Pet
for Jimbo_the_Crow
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Vincent Cain knew that the press didn't believe that he was a 'proper' benefactor of the police. After all, his deeds outside of the whole 'adventuring' gig were an open secret. People disappeared or sent to the hospital, thugs managed, gangs uplifted or broken down: everyone knew that the crow had a feather in making it happen and shaping a significant part of the underbelly of the city. More than one reporter had glared at him, questions bubbling just under the surface that they wanted to ask as a 'gotcha' or worse. 

But none of them did, because the Chief of Police had been the one running the press conference, and she had been the one fielding questions and answering them. And nobody was going to try a 'gotcha' on Police Chief Carolyn Sterling. 

The crow smiled with his arms folded behind his back as the press conference wound down. Carolyn was finishing off the last question and dismissing the press corp, the various camera lights shining off the medals pinned to her chest. For all that he had his own decorations - including the mostly-hidden metal arm attached to his right shoulder - he had deliberately under-dressed for the occasion. A well-cut suit sent all the message that he needed to send regarding his wealth, allowing Carolyn's various medals of rank and accomplishment sell the show. 

"Finally, let's have one last round of applause for Mr. Cain," Carolyn said, nodding back at him while never letting go of the podium. "It is a rare person that sees the value of law enforcement these days, and a rarer person still that will put his money where his mouth is. To Mr. Cain, for his endowment of another two million dollars to the police department."

The wolf led the applause, the action taken up more reluctantly from the press corp. The crow made a note of those that did not clap at all, memorizing their faces to look up later when he didn't have the pressure of maintaining a good public face and image. 

As the room emptied out, they were left alone. Vincent remained where he was, observing the departure of the officers and the reporters. As soon as they were gone, he smiled and rested a hand on the back of Carolyn's neck. 

"You did a good job hyping me up. Good girl."

"Heh. You think that I'd let my master have anything less? I'm not going to let my boy-toy just walk off without - mmmmph..."

"Don't call me that, girl. You know very well which of us is the master, and which of us is the pet."

As he dug his fingers into her collar - hidden carefully under the neck of her shirt under the jacket - he could see her shiver, huff, even whine. It was a far cry from the powerful woman that had been giving a speech just a moment ago. It was also someone that nobody else ever got to see; he'd made sure that Carolyn understood that this side of their relationship was private, utterly secret, something that nobody could ever find out about without risking both of them losing...

Well, everything in her case, and a great deal of influence in his. He was the one taking the lesser risk, though even he would admit that getting caught out would mean losing everything that he'd built up on this side of the law. Nobody would forget about the crow that had bought a police chief with all his influence, and the next one would be watched far more strictly. Even if they were somehow more corrupt, he doubted that he'd be able to buy his way in nearly as easily. 

"Understand, girl?" Vincent asked. 

"Mmmph...yes, Master, I understand."

"Good girl."

Letting his fingers fall out of the loop, he nodded toward the door. They left together, walking side by side, nothing giving away what they had just been doing. 

Vincent idly rested one hand in his coat pocket. A leash waited there, something that they might indulge in if they had more time today. The press corps had taken up a fair bit of time, but Thursdays tended to be the slow day around the police office. The mid-weeek rush was gone, and everyone seemed to be saving up energy for the weekend. 

He looked out of the corner of his eye. The older wolf woman looked back, a faint smirk on her muzzle. Another woman might have gotten a punishment for that, but Carolyn was useful. More to the point, he knew that half of her submission was purely out of her own desires. She might have been the older of the pair of them, but she could still kick the shit out of him if it came to a fight. He was good, but her appointment to Chief of Police was far from merely political. 

They reached her office. He held the door for her, she stepped inside, and he followed. As he twisted it shut, she turned from her desk to a liquor cabinet. 

"Drinking on the job?" he asked. "Not particularly healthy."

"Nor is our relationship, but I don't see you complaining about that."

"One's bad for the liver, one's bad for the gut. I hear there's risks of ulcers when it comes to stress."

"That's why you take a drink; takes the stress off."

"Heh. Fine. Pour me a -"

"Bourbon's what you're getting, Master."

"...Fine. I'll accept that. Whiskey would be better."

"Whiskey's for celebrating something."

"My money's not enough to celebrate?"

"Not yet."

"Cheap bitch," Vincent teased, shaking his head as he sat down; the plush chair facing the desk was as comfortable as it always was as he pulled one leg up over the other. "So, do I need to worry about anyone coming in and interrupting us?"

"I think that there's always a chance, but Thursdays are quiet enough. Hell, if we had something low enough ABV, I'd say get me a dog bowl and see how far you can push things."

"Tempting."

"Hey, your money, Master."

"I just donated two million dollars; you don't think that you could buy that?"

"I'm treating you to bourbon; I'm not buying something to get wine-drunk on-duty."

"Ugh. Such a needy girl."

"You wouldn't want someone cheap, Master, heh, we both know that."

Vincent chuckled as Carolyn slid his glass across the desk. He swirled it just enough to let the scent rise, breathing it in for a moment before downing the drink. It was a comforting one, not too harsh, not too rich, just right. 

They sat together, the rich bird and the hard-working wolf staring at each other. Vincent imagined what it would be like if this little relationship went on for too much longer. Considering the likelihood of transfer from one city to another, there wasn't a guarantee that they would see each other a few years down the line, and for all that Carolyn was in her late forties, he doubted that she was retiring before sixty. The most that they would have with each other were the one-night stands that they were able to arrange around each other's schedules, and that frequently amounted to little more than twice a month. 

That said, they were...potent. He chuckled as he fondled the leash in his pocket again, enjoying the feeling of the leather under his fingers. She filled the role of 'pet' all too well. 

"Thinking of having me on my hands and knees again, Master?" 

"Heh, maybe."

"You're getting better at that. Had any new inspirations?" she asked, leaning back with her glass cupped between her hands. 

"A few."

"Share 'em. You know I like a fantasy to take me through the day."

"Heh, well, if you insist, pup."

The crow leaned back, getting more comfortable. He tilted his head to the side, affecting a certain indulgent posture. It was one of many things that he'd learned while enjoying what Carolyn had to offer; the older woman knew how pet-play worked, and she was [i]more[/i] than free with the critiques between the sessions. Body-language, posture, the way that one pulled a leash versus when one was to let it hang, the way that a collar should fit, the toys and accessories that worked and those that were just there to snag the newbies: she knew all of those things, and she'd spent half their sessions teaching him how to use it on her. 

She put as much effort into making him a good partner as he put into putting her through her paces, and it was [i]great.[/i]

"I'm thinking of waiting for the night shift and walking you down through the drunk tank," he said, swirling the bourbon around again. "Nothing but a leash, your collar, and your underwear. Heh. Turn the cameras off and let all the drunks and druggies see what their Chief of Police looks like, her tail wagging, so close to being completely exposed..."

"Mmmm, a nice idea. Just the drunk tank?"

"Well, if you're up for it, maybe a walk from the parking lot to the park. See what kind of risk we can get up to. Maybe make you do a few tricks once we get to the park and out of sight."

"Hehehehe, now you're talking. Don't hold back on fantasy stuff, Master; this is where we get the good stuff."

"Any chance for a little inspiration?"

"Is that any way to ask for it?"

"Show off, pup."

"Hmmm?"

"I said, [b]show off, pup.[/b]"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...Much better."

Carolyn climbed onto her desk, kneeling down on her haunches with her tail wagging behind her in a slow, steady motion. She rested her hands with fingers splayed apart, and she thrust her chest forward, a proud pup that was happily on display. Vincent groaned, unable to help himself as he enjoyed the display. 

"How's that, Master?" she asked, smirking down her muzzle at him. 

"Uppity little -"

"Are you going to do something about it?" 

"Ugh. I want to."

"But you won't. Not during work hours."

"...Mmph. I'm coming back here when your shift's over. You know that, right? And I'm going to put you right where you belong."

"That's the plan, Master. That [i]is[/i] the plan."









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A crow has made quite the donation to the police department, but it’s more of a cover than anything else. He also toys with his pet, the mature police chief. 

Tags: M/F, Pet Play, Learning, Age Difference, Wolf, Crow, Back and Forth, Collar, Mature Woman, Young Man, Learning the Leash,