Secret Pets Max Novels & Stories

I go back to her original question. “I’m loose, as you say, because I like penises. Different shapes and sizes.” “Esmerelda!” she shouts. “My name is Max, mom, now please leave, I’ve had enough of you today.” She stands there, glaring at me. I feel bad for making her upset, but I refuse to apologize. She finally walks away, muttering under her breath. “Try to do something nice, like visit your only child and get thrown out in the streets.” “Tell the congregation they would love to hear all about it.”

"Well go shower again!." "Bossy!." He turned to his little niece."Right Mae?." "Mommy bossy." She giggled from pulling Bear's ears and nose. Max made a face at them, Mae had become his best friend after Breanna left, he would just sit there and let her pound, pull and scratch everything. His own Dog never let him get close if he didn't have a treat to give. Things were different this time, he was finally able to let go of all the guilt that bound his heart. That was what Petra had meant by dealing with residual feelings, but he had been too hot headed.

he asked. “Nothing,” both Whitney and Jimmy chorused. Maverick whined to himself, “We are not even married yet and the two of them are already sharing secrets. They are even keeping it away from me!” Lena was the closest to him. So she heard his words and smiled.

I closed my eyes, humming, wishing to relive our passionate and long-anticipated moment all over again. But I'd settle for a text: Me: I can't stop thinking about you. Immediately three dots bounced up and down on my screen. His Pet: Go to sleep, Catalina. My lips tug downward. Was Malcolm going to act like our kissing didn't happen? Me: Bossy, much. His Pet: I need you well-rested. We have a busy day ahead of us. Me: Oh, do we now ;) I can still feel your lips on mine. His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

"In exchange for the most luxurious life you can imagine, you would become my companion or, rather should I say PET." "Excuse me," she shot me a skeptical look, "your pet!? Need I remind you that I'm not an object you can keep locked in a room." "I never mentioned locking you up, but we can discuss arrangements if that's your preference," I retorted, a faint smirk playing on my lips. "Relax, that was a joke, Hon. You will stay here, follow my lead, refer to me as master, and enjoy the best life that money and power can provide," I said seductively, approaching her and cupping her face in my palm.

“Perhaps Perez should be disqualified before the rematch. He cannot even control his… pet human.” Silence crashed down like a guillotine. Selene tilted her head, the picture of concern. “Ah, yes. The human. So loyal, so… fragile.” She let the word drip with derision. “Tell me, Perez, how long until you take more than you should?” The laughter this time was quieter, nervous — but it was there. My jaw locked. “You will not speak his name.” Selene’s eyes glittered. “And yet his name is all anyone whispers. That you’ve chained yourself to weakness. That you’ve tethered your strength to something mortal.” Her smile was knife-thin. “Chains snap, Perez. They always do.”

With a flash of speed, she shut her lips and shook her head in denial. “I might be the CEO’s secretary, but I know nothing about his private life, and also he might have a valid reason why he didn’t tell you that part. Why not wait for him to reveal it to you himself? It might not take that long, you know”, she tried persuading her, but Anita didn’t seem to believe her. The staring competition went on for a few seconds before Amber diverted her attention to their shopping. “You should see the new collection of bags that just came in, I can reserve one for you since it’s a limited edition”, she stated with a chuckle and a wink.

“They are not squirrels. They are Zlokha. Sacred creature raised by my kind to protect and became companion. Like dogs but they are more vicious.” “Why don’t you have one?” “I do. Mine was away when you visited.” He winked and move forward to calm the creature which responded to his whispers and left. “This your grandmother?” Maksim became dumbfounded. “Why, never met a 256-year-old forest witch before?” He smirked. He walks towards his grandmother and gently caress her hair. He touches her forehead to his and kiss them later. When he moved away, cold wind swirl inside the house causing everyone to shiver.

“Define ‘dumb.’ Like, Nicolas-Cage-stealing-the-Declaration-of-Independence dumb, or talking-dog-solves-crimes dumb?” “…Talking dog,” she mumbled. Max let out a low laugh. “Okay, then.” He sat up and grabbed the remote from the nightstand. The glow of the TV illuminated the room in soft blues and grays as he sailed through to the streaming apps. “Alright, let’s see… we’ve got golden retrievers with badges, chihuahuas with sunglasses, or this one where I swear a poodle might be doing taxes.” “That one.” Max paused, blinking at her. “You want the one with the tax fraud poodle?”