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ꃴꀤꉓꀤꂦꀎꌗ ꌃꀤ꓄ꍟ, ꀭꍏꀸꍟꀸ ꃅꍟꍏꋪ꓄ (ꌗ꓄ꍏꀤꈤꍟ ꊼ ꌃꀎꈤꈤꌩ)

"Venom, or poison. I forget which is which, but I think it's venom. Very dragonish though." Tobias chuckled softly. "Do you...like dragons?" It wasn't the first time that it had occurred to him that he had no idea what Riley actually enjoyed, what interested her? In his defence he hadn't been in any position to actually ask her unless he'd planned to force the answers out of her but he'd be a fool not to take advantage of this cease-fire they had to inquire about it. "I don't know what things you enjoy and what you don't. Given what you've been through I'm honestly not sure if you know yourself, but should this go well then it's something you'll have to learn about yourself. If anything interests you, then it's something to explore. Happiness is hard enough to come by that it should be a priority, when able."

At least food would be easier. He wasn't surprised she didn't know what she wanted to eat, she probably hadn't had many options before but there was one comfort food that always seemed to make sense, at least to him. "Have you ever had pizza before?" He smiled at her question and made towards the corner of his room where a computer sat. It took him a few moments to let it boot up and he pulled up the website for Pizza Hut. "I like all kinds of food, chicken is always good, kievs, sandwiches, just fried, and there is always the simple pleasure of sausages, eggs and bacon. My tastes are pretty simple." He pointed to the screen and sat down on the chair, using the mouse to scroll. "Pizza is always a good place to start though. You can have any toppings you like on it, most go with pepperoni or just the cheese for their first time. How about we look through these and you choose one that looks good?" He started scrolling through the options and bought himself a simple four cheese pizza while waiting for her to choose.
 
Did she like dragons? She had never taken time to think about it. What she liked or didn’t had never been a concern to anyone else.. And so it had been so far down on the list of her concerns, that she honestly didn’t know. After a long moment of considering, she nodded. “Yes, I do.” There was the softest of smiles as she came to this realization. Looking at him she nodded some, though it wasn’t a happy nod. He was right, she knew so very little about herself, which when she thought about it was odd.

“Pizza?” She gave a small shake of her head. She knew what it was though.. But she had never had it. Watching him move to sit before his computer, she eyed it with envy. As it booted up, he told her of the things he liked. “Sometimes simple things are nice.” Well, she had ever only ever known simple, but it was still true. Freedom was simple. In theory at least and she liked it.

Padding closer, she stayed just out of arms reach, but she was far closer to him than she had ever been before, looking over his shoulder at the options. He scrolled slowly and Riley watched with rapt attention. Most of it was hard to imagine what it would taste like and in the end, she settled on.. “Can I try pepperoni?” Her voice was shy, unsure. It was something she’d seen on billboards. “Please,” she added after a moment.
 
Tobias had flashed her another smile when she'd said she liked dragons. "Dragons...I'll remember that, I'll probably ask you again though after you've read some of your books." As usual, it didn't surprise him to learn she had never had pizza and he nodded in agreement. Simple things were nice sometimes, he'd never really been one for the fancy frills. That probably wouldn't be readily apparent to anybody looking into his home. The computer he sat at was very expensive, top of the line with all the latest parts and 3 monitors, the main one of which was huge, but that to him was still simple. He'd wanted the best, he could afford the best so he'd bought it, fully built and delivered. His decorations were simple but elegant, his bed was large and sturdy with silken sheets and simple colours of black and a deep green, there was art on his walls but he hadn't really chosen that so much as paid a decorator to do it. Everything was convenient, paid for by the privilege he'd been afforded simply by the status of his birth and while it definitely wasn't lost on him that it was just plain luck and he could have easily been born into a situation like Riley's, that knowledge didn't stop him from enjoying what he had. In his mind, at least he wasn't as bad as his family or so many others, he gave to charity when he could, he didn't use his position to hurt anybody. Riley was really the first time he'd had close contact with somebody who had the opposite kind of life as his for an extended period of time though, and he felt guilty about it.

She moved closer and made her choice and he nodded, ordering a large pepperoni pizza for her with the basic, garlic dusted crust. Not sure what else she would like to try, he ordered some fries and garlic tear and share pieces and of course some cookie dough ice cream, and then shut the computer down. By this point she was closer to him than she had been at any point and he turned to face her with a smile. "Pizza is on it's way, and some dessert. You can eat it in your room if you like, I'll be in the main room watching a movie." He stood up, moving away from her rather than closer so as not to spook her. "Of course, you'd be welcome to join me if you'd like. I'd enjoy company, I'll even let you choose the movie." He grinned, flashing that smile at her again. "I mean you only get to try your first pizza once and I'd love to see how you like it." As he was leaving he didn't turn to see if she would follow, that was her choice and he wasn't going to try and pressure her into it any more than he already had, but he did speak still as he made his way to the front room. "I meant what I said earlier by the way, if you need or want anything then please let me know. It's not a bribe, no conditions, I just want you to be comfortable here. Happy. I don't see any reason why you have to have nothing, you live here just like I do."
 
Riley tilted her head. Dessert? Of course she knew what it was but that too would be a first. As he rose and moved away from her she shifted and started for the doorway. Staying in his room felt wrong and so she trailed after him slowly. His offer again. To get her anything she could need or want made her hug the two books, precious to her, to her chest tighter.

She could have said something, but for the moment she was going over everything they had talked about as she headed to her room. Some things had already been decided. She would watch a movie with him, though the pressure of deciding on a movie was a bit too much for her. Riley had also decided to try and come up with a list of things that she wanted.

That one made her feel far more uneasy than a choice of pizza or movie. She had never been allowed to really want for anything. Oh, she had wanted things in her life.. But they had never been obtainable. One of the first things she wanted was a stuffed animal. Anything else could be decided later, but she also made herself promise to not ask him for anything until after the visit. To have it given and potentially ripped away from her was too much for her. Without knowing it somehow Riley knew that would break her. Her spirit, her mind… To finally have enough hope for something only to have it taken away because she couldn’t pretend.

She laid the books on her nightstand, touching the cover of The philosopher's stone. “You first,” she said into the quietness of her room. Exhaling she turned to find him, following her nose. She found him in the living room, lingering in the doorway she watched him for a long moment. “Is it really okay if I watch the movie with you?”
 
At some point Riley had stopped following him and since she hadn't answered he didn't quite know if she was going to join him or not. Ultimately it didn't matter too much, it would make him a little disappointed if she didn't but not with her. So far she'd opened up to him a lot, at least for her, she'd started to talk to him and accept that he wasn't trying to hurt her. It was more than enough progress for one day especially when he hadn't expected any, she had come to him. That made it all the more surprising when after settling down on one end of the sofa he pressed the remote for the television. A large, flat wooden panel on the wall split into two halves, parting to reveal a very large television behind it. A few more presses of the remote and netflix was up on the screen and he was scrolling through to choose something to watch when he heard her voice from the doorway. Tobias turned to her with a smile and nodded. "Of course it is, come in, sit down." While he was on the sofa there were some comfortable chairs around and a table between them and the television so she wouldn't have to sit close to him and he even gestured to one of the chairs. He didn't know if he should say anything about the thought that crossed his mind but then he decided fuck it...she was more receptive than she'd ever been so he figured it would do no harm. "I understand why you feel like you need to ask, but Riley, please consider this as your home too. If you want to come in here, watch a movie, make food, you don't have to ask me. I don't think I'm any better than you are and in this home you have the same rights as I do, okay?"

It was likely she wouldn't get that, or believe him, but he believed that if he said it often enough then she would start to over time. No sooner had he finished saying it than the doorbell rang. Feeling it would be a bad idea to ask her to get the door, he got up to get it himself and took the pizza and other food from the delivery man. Bringing it back he laid the boxes down on the table then rushed to the kitchen to grab glasses and spoons. There was a large bottle of coke that came with it, and he poured himself a glass then placed it down on the table again and looked through to find his own pizza. Opening the first box, he saw it was the pepperoni and he placed it aside. "Here, this one's yours. Be careful, it's very hot, the cheese can burn a little if you aren't careful." Sitting back with a slice of his own cheese pizza he used the remote to flick through the movies. With Riley here he wanted to choose something more watchable and enjoyable so he swapped to Disney+ and started scrolling through the movies. "Do any of these look good to you?" He was trying his best not to suggest any, though he smiled slightly as he scrolled past Beauty and the Beast, knowing it was probably an excellent representation of his current life. When he stopped scrolling it was instead hovering over Frozen.
 
Her smile was uncertain and she moved into the room. There were plenty of choices for places for her to sit but after a moment she decided to sit on the couch. She left a cushion between them and while it might not have shown, it took a lot for her to sit so close to him. Unused to being so close to anyone, but with what was to come, she figured she might as well start her practicing..

The doorbell rang and she stiffened at the sudden intrusion. His words are still being considered. She didn't have to ask, this was her home.. “It may be, but isn’t yet..” He wouldn’t hear her, in the other room. Riley understood though, he was trying to bring her a sense of peace. But much like the stuffed animal she knew she wanted, until the visit with his father was settled, nothing was really hers.

Coming back she felt her stomach rumble as he sat down, laying the food down on the coffee table. He found her food and then his own setting them both up and she sniffed the air. It smelled.. Delicious. She watched him lift a piece of his own and she watched him for a moment mimicking him. A piece was selected and she curled up on the couch, her eyes drifting to the screen as she sniffed at the pizza.

Steam curled from the hot slice and she lifted it before her eyes watching it. A careful bit was taken as he asked her if anything looked good. Big eyes turned to him a string of cheese connecting her mouth to the slice and she blushed brightly, chewing quickly. The spicy, greasy tang of the pepperoni coating her mouth with the richness of the cheese. Swallowing, she looked to the TV and shrugged. “That looks nice..”
 
It was surprising that she chose to sit on the couch with him but Tobias wasn't about to bring that up, he'd rather let it play out, let her find her own comfort. To make it easier, he tried not to look at her too much too because he knew what she would be thinking if he did. She still wasn't wearing anything that covered her an awful lot, and it simply wasn't possible to not notice how pretty she was but there was no doubt that if he looked and she saw him looking, her mind would go to a bad place. Going to get the pizza was helpful for that, it gave him something to do, as did sorting out the food when he returned.

When she said it looked nice, that was good enough for him and he turned on the movie, letting Frozen play out. He wasn't a big Disney watcher so he hadn't seen it either, but he didn't mind, the few Disney movies he had seen he did like, he'd only gotten the service because it didn't really cost him anything he couldn't afford, and he had enjoyed some of the marvel movies. As it started he placed the remote down and looked to her, chuckling as he saw a piece of cheese still on her lip. He couldn't stop the small amount of laughter and the bright smile that appeared on his own as he took another bite of his own slice, chewed, swallowed and then finally spoke. "So? How is it? I told you it was hot! I get pepperoni sometimes too, I like just the cheese though, like this one. You can try a slice of that as well if you like."
 
She blushed and nodded. Licking her lips she looked at it, considering. "I didn't think it would be spicy." To most it wouldn't have been, but to Riley, it was. Nibbling at the cheese she made a happy little sound in her throat. "The cheese is creamy.. Salty." She gave him a break down of what she thought, though it was more like she was answering a question poised by a professor.

Her eyes shifted to the TV and she shifted in her seat as she watched the scenes of two little girls. It was lighthearted, sweet and she found herself giggling. Needless to say Disney had not been a part of her life. Riley was innocent of a lot of things in life and so as she sat curled on the couch, long swaths of her legs on display, she didn't know exactly what she might be doing to Tobias. "Have.. you seen this before?" She questioned awkwardly. Riley was trying, though it wasn't coming to her easily and after a moment she asked, "Is your pizza good?"
 
"Spicy? I suppose there is a little spice to it, though it isn't what I'd normally call spicy." He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not good with spicy food myself, the really hot stuff or even just medium but if it's something you'd want to try, that can be arranged. I think this is just right." He took another bite of his own pizza and watched the movie. "The cheese is probably the best part, right? Pizza is always a great comfort food, I get it when I can't decide on anything else I'd wanna eat so I thought it would be good for your first take-away. Next time I'll give you some more choices, or I can cook something." He didn't cook often but he didn't really mind it, most things he liked being pretty easy to make so as long as she didn't ask for anything too complex or involved he figured he would be fine making that offer.

He was taken aback when she started giggling at the movie and it made him laugh himself, grinning and chuckling as he looked over at her again and shook his head. "No, I've never seen this one. I don't watch Disney movies often but they are always fun when I do. I like the songs, at least." When she asked about his pizza he nodded and lifted up the box, holding it out to her. "It is, take a slice! The cheese is different, there are more different kinds on this, a little tangier and has more flavour but no pepperoni on it. It's my favourite, I think, nice and simple. There are some fries here too, and a garlic tear and share." The tear and share was a soft bread that pieces could be ripped off, coated in garlic and more cheese. "And the ice cream for dessert. Ice cream always goes well with a movie. Did you pour yourself a drink yet?"
 
She considered his words and after a moment nodded. “It isn’t anything like the cheese on a sandwich.” Her cheek heated and she felt like this was a stupid observation, but it was true. Melty, rich and greasy in the best way. “If this is spicy for men, but not for most, it might not be a good idea to try something more so.” This was sagely said and she nodded, as if to emphasize the point. She sneaked a glance at him and tilted her head. He’d cook for her? He had offered the first day.. Steak. “Maybe.. I could try steak?” She didn’t look at him now, but it was just one more brave attempt from her to relax around him, to connect.

He was so sweet in his attempt to make her feel comfortable but sadly he offered her too much too quickly and it made it hard for someone who had never had a choice to be given so much at once. She shook her head, shoulders tense. He hadn’t meant to overwhelm her and even Riley didn’t understand why she was suddenly anxious.

She opened her mouth a few times before being able to say “No, I didn’t” to his question. Though her voice was breathy and there was an underlying panic to her words. She was trying though. She knew he hadn’t meant to freak her out. Progress. Even if it didn’t seem like it. Her pizza lay forgotten on her lap and she bit her lower lip, eyes fixed on the TV.
 
Tobias couldn't stop himself from grinning. He was enjoying himself, there was really no other way to put it. The movie was enjoyable, he had some good pizza and he had company, company that he actually liked. It was strange, she was different from pretty much everybody he had ever brought back to his home. She wasn't confident, didn't know what she wanted, she had never tried anything he offered her or seen anything he could put on the screen. None of that was surprising, because of her upbringing and social status, if it could even be called that, there was absolutely no way she should but that in itself made her an interesting guest. He suddenly found himself wanting to show her everything, he wanted to watch her try sweets, chocolate, soda. He wanted to see how she would react to some of his favourite foods, an English breakfast, freshly roasted chicken sandwiches, a perfectly cooked steak, ramen noodles and the simple things. She mentioned the cheese and immediately he wondered how she would like a grilled cheese sandwich. Desserts were another thing entirely, would she like trifle, ice cream, cake? He didn't think she would have been given any of these things before and as sad as that seemed, it meant he had so much to show her.

He had chuckled and nodded. "Maybe in future some time, but yeah, no need to try anything spicy, lots of other things to enjoy. Of course you can have steak, I can cook for you again, you can even help if you like." He grinned, remembering the steak he'd cooked for her on her first day here. It had definitely been good, high quality beef and he'd eaten it himself the next day when she had avoided it. He offered so many more things in that moment and expected her to choose some, to take a slice of his pizza but something else happened instead that he didn't quite understand. She went quiet...it looked like she wanted to say something but she couldn't, she managed a few words but he didn't know what she was referring to and her eyes were fixated on the screen. He frowned and put his box down on the table, his eyes never leaving her. She was just staring forwards at the screen, her own pizza forgotten about. Had he done something wrong.

"Riley...are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Something had to have happened and since the only thing that had was him talking he had to have done something he shouldn't, right? That only made sense. He had the sudden, powerful urge to comfort her and didn't know exactly what he could do. He shuffled closer to her on the couch....this was a bad idea, his whole mind was telling him this was a bad idea, she would bite him, or run, or panic, but he felt she needed comfort, needed something and the only thing he knew was when he was younger and needed that, a hug always helped. Tentatively he reached out for her, his hand on her far shoulder, moving slowly so she could shove him away if she needed to and not feel like she was in danger. "Riley I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm not sure what's wrong but I'm sure I did something...can I help? Do you just need some space, should I back off?"
 
The panic attack wasn’t something she was used to. The feeling made her confused. She’d felt panic, fear and anger before but Tobias was opening her to a world of new things and Riley was fining not all of them pleasant. She knew enough to know whatever was happening, he hadn’t done on purpose. It would have been hard to force this reaction out of her when she herself didn’t quite understand what was wrong. She was trying to just focus on the movie, hoping it would help the building panic fade. Beneath her breast, her heart raced and it felt like she was struggling to breathe.

He hadn’t noticed yet, talking about the steak he could make, how she could help if she wanted. A small part of her wanted.. Needed help but she couldn’t voice it and she wasn’t sure in which form the help would come. Riley wasn't sure what he could do to help either.

She felt him move closer, rather than saw him. As he laid his hand on her shoulder she flinched and tried to remember hope to breathe. Being touched had never been pleasant for her. It had only ever ended in pain. The growl was reflexive, though it didn’t hold anger. She was unsure, confused and the largest part of that growl? Fear. Gently she pulled from his grasp.. She didn’t know if she could allow him to touch her on his terms. Turning some she held out a hand to him, trying to find a middle ground. She spoke too, though it was hard and she felt like she was going to pass out. “Can’t breathe.. Scared..”
 
Tobias wasn't understanding. One minute they had been happy, fine, laughing and enjoying the movie and now Riley seemed...off. She was just staring at the screen quietly, had stopped eating when earlier she had definitely been enjoying the food. He didn't recognize it as a panic attack at first...he'd had them before, of course he had, he assumed everybody had but they hadn't been frequent, he'd had maybe two in his entire life and it wasn't readily recognizable. Nothing he did seemed to help as me moved a little closer to her, ignoring all of the things he had promised to himself he wouldn't do. He'd been trying to give her space, trying to let her find her own way and not do anything to startle her and now all of that went out of the window as he wanted to know what was wrong and how he could help. As his hand touched her shoulder he felt her pull away and he heard the soft growl but he wasn't scared, and he definitely wasn't going to hurt her. "Riley, what's wrong?"

Even as she pulled away he could tell she was trying not to lash out, she even held her hand out to him and he took it in his own. It felt colder than he expected, and clammy. He clasped it tightly and he could feel her pulse against his finger...while he didn't know if it was meant to be faster he couldn't imagine her heart was meant to be beating this quickly, it was racing. She said she couldn't breathe, and she was scared, and while he knew she didn't like to be touched, didn't want to be held he also knew how this had felt for him when it had happened and he did the only thing he thought might help. He moved closer, used her own hand to pull her towards his body. "Shh, it's okay, there's nothing to be scared of here, you're safe here, Riley, I promise. Don't fight, just focus on breathing." He knew he could be making a big mistake here but he just wanted to hold her, he wanted to make her feel safe and he knew that she'd never been held...he pulled her closer and his arms wrapped around her, he squeezed a little, his hands rested one on her back and the other in her hair, his thumb around one of her ears as he pulled her head to his chest. It was awkward, it could go horribly wrong, but in that moment he just wanted to keep her safe.
 
He seemed to know something or understand something she didn't. The growling didn't deter him and Riley found herself pulled against his chest. His thumb stroked her ear, a hand along her lower back. He didn't touch her for anything other than comfort and though she tensed initially the rigidness slipped from her body a fraction at a time. Focus on breathing. So that is exactly what she did. In and out. His scent filled her senses and soon she was leaning into him, tears threatening to spill with this new wave of emotions.

She shifted, snuggling into his warmth, her face hiding against his shoulder. His scent stronger now than ever, she allowed it and his own steady breathing to comfort her, give her something to mimic. In and out.. It took her nearly five minutes to calm down. Her eyes closed and she blushed against his shoulder, unwilling to pull away. Riley couldn’t remember the last time she’d been comforted.. Her mother? Maybe? But that memory was fuzzy at best.

After a few more minutes she pulled back gently and looked up at him. “Thank you..” Her voice was soft and she gave him an uncertain smile. “I think.. You scared me.” She offered softly. “Too much at once.” She inhaled and exhaled. “Too many options. It.. is scary.”
 
If he was being honest with himself, Tobias expected to be bitten, or for her to pull away from him but he knew from his own past when the maid had held him during his own panic attack that somebody there, the pressure and warmth of the hug...it helped him. Surprisingly, Riley didn't immediately pull away from him and then she actually leaned in closer, he was able to hold her and just let her ride out whatever feelings she was having. Her head was on his shoulder, he could feel her breath on his neck and he could feel her body start to relax. Slowly his hand moved up and down on her back, trying to soothe her while his thumb did the same as it rubbed against one of her ears. It took a while, he wasn't sure how long but it felt like he was just sitting there holding her forever before she started to slowly pull away from him. She didn't seem to be having the attack any longer so he let her go, a look of concern on his face as she looked up into his eyes. When she spoke, it was with a soft and unsure sounding voice and she even smiled, causing him to smile back in return.

"You're welcome, you seemed like you were struggling for a moment there." He really didn't know what else to say, until she told him why she thought she had gotten like that in the first place. "Oh..." It was something he simply hadn't thought about but when she said it, it made sense. He was telling her constantly she could try this, and that, and asking her what she would like to eat, what movie she would want all when she had never had these options before. He felt so stupid...of course it would be overwhelming for her, how hadn't he realized that? "I'm sorry, I...I should have realized, I was just excited to share these things with you, happy you were talking to me, watching a movie with me, eating with me...I should have shown more restraint." He smiled softly. "Eat something, take a slice of my pizza, and we will watch the movie okay?" He pushed his pizza box closer to her and rewound the movie back to where it had been before she had her attack, then he poured a glass of coke for her himself instead of telling her to. She'd had a hard life, she didn't know what she wanted so he was going to do his best to help her by limiting the choices and choosing for her, unless she asked for something. Giving her instructions, while not orders he wasn't framing them like requests or questions anymore, was something he was good at and might help.
 
When she pulled away, Riley did not move away from him, staying close enough to feel the warmth of his body along her side. His words had been sweet, seeming to really understand and she had nodded, blushing slightly. He understood so quickly that it amazed her. Though as she sat back against the couch, now with a slice of his pizza, it came to her. He was honestly trying. She had known that he'd shown it in many small ways. She’d even thought about it before.. But this really seemed to drive the point home.

The rest of the night passed comfortably. They talked a little and enjoyed their food. Riley point blank refused to try the ice cream that night. Promising to try another time. It was too much for her still. Though the tear bread had been a favorite for the young woman.

The next day while he worked, Riley looked at the one outfit left in her closet. It was in the back, as if he was ashamed of her seeing it. Though, that had not been her first thought when she’d seen it originally. Her views though were changing when it came to Tobias. It was short, sinfully so. Made of a soft black fabric, it would barely cover her, though no doubt that was the point. A little white skirt echoed the small ruffles along the edge of the skirt. It would fit her like a second skin, she didn't even have to try it on to see that.

There was a knock on his door and though she felt incredibly uncomfortable in the pitiful strip of cloth that was the dress, she tried to not let it show. The top was molded to her breasts, small as they were, had she been bustier Riley was unsure if it would be lewder or not. The skirt barely flared along her hips, and the soft swell of her ass could feel the cold air. Her legs were a fraction warmer in the white thigh high stockings. Her arms crossed over her chest and she sore softly as the dress lifted and she pushed it back down. Her eyes met his and there was anger, but she swallowed it. “This is the most absurd ‘uniform’ ever…” She let out a soft growl padding into his office. “Master.” She choked on the word, but sighed and pouted, honest to god pouted at him. “I hate it..” her voice was soft, pitiful.

But Riley was trying for him.. For her..
 
The rest of the night seemed to pass far more comfortably. He didn't move away, and Riley didn't make any attempts to either. In his mind, he wanted to be there in case she needed him again but he also just enjoyed being close to her. It was hard to parse exactly how he was feeling, on the one hand he wanted to do everything he possibly could to show that he wasn't going to hurt or abuse her and that she wasn't a slave for him, she was her own person now, with choices and a future all her own. Part of that obviously meant it would be a bad idea to show any interest in her at all, he definitely didn't want to make her feel obligated to him. That, he was struggling with, because despite their low contact until now he was interested. She made him smile, even when she had bitten him he'd walked away to bandage himself smiling, he'd found it such an incredible change of pace and her aggressive personality had only ended up making him attracted to her. Now he felt both responsible for her, he had to protect her from people like his father but he also found himself wanting to show her and share with her all the things she'd never had. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this entirely for her sake or because he liked how it made him feel, but that was a problem for another time, that night he was just trying to deny his attraction. They shared the food, he put away the ice cream since she hadn't wanted to try it that night, and they watched the movie, sitting next to each other.

Eventually they had both gone to bed, and the next day things had continued as they often had. He made himself breakfast, just some toast, and then he had gone to his office to work. It was only a few hours in before he heard a knock at the door and this time it brought an immediate smile to his lips. He'd been wondering if she would come visit him again so soon and he happily looked up towards the door. "Come in, you don't need to knock you know." The door opened and his eyes visibly widened. She was wearing the uniform he had seen so many times back at his parents home, the one all of the female servants wore, at least the ones his father had been interested in. The skirt was incredibly short, so much so that he could clearly see her underwear beneath it and the stockings were all she had covering her legs. The corset like top pushed her breasts together and was molded to fit her...her measurements had been given when he'd purchased her and he'd had the outfit made just for this upcoming visit, he'd never force her to wear this but he felt himself stirring and his mouth hung open just a fraction of a second too long as his eyes roved over her body. She was beautiful, he'd known that, but to see her wearing this...he couldn't even try to pretend he didn't want her anymore, not to himself. He swore inwardly as he managed to gather himself after a couple of seconds, his eyes meeting hers to see the anger there. He immediately looked slightly abashed and even blushed slightly, rising from behind the desk and walking over to her...though he paused momentarily when she called him Master. Another look of shock, it seemed she wasn't the only one who needed the practice, if he behaved like this when his father would there it would be far more suspicious than her being a little angry.

"Yes, yes it is a little...short, erm, it fits though, that's good to see." He felt like he was being sinful just looking at her and he was confused why he felt this way. He'd seen it so many times before, he was a confident man, he'd had women in far less and in nothing over very frequently, had been planning to go out and pick one up to satiate his needs the following week once everything was secure and taken care of with his father again, but somehow seeing Riley like this was disarming him. He tentatively reached out his hands, one to each of her shoulders as he stepped closer. "I...I know, it's very revealing, I just figured that the best way to get my father's approval would be to use the same outfit that he has for his servants for you and we can act our way thought this, I'm sorry you have to wear it I..." He had to get it together, part of the practice would be that he would have to treat her like a servant, and this was definitely not that, especially when he reached to cup her chin with one hand, tilting her head up to look at him. "You won't have to wear it again, I promise, I know it's hard...thank you for doing this for me, and of your own accord too...I'm proud of you for taking this initiative." He was starting to gather himself, but that was why he'd moved so close, so he couldn't see the rest of her.
 
It was impossible to not see how he looked at her. Her eyes darkened and she crossed her arms over her stomach with a huff. When his hands came to rest on her shoulders she stilled and it was clear it took a lot to now growl at him. She didn’t say anything but her body vibrated with tension. It was very revealing, she knew her panties were easily seen and that her rear wasn’t hidden at all.”I see.” Riley hadn’t growled, but her voice was gravely as she spoke and she sighed, eyes closing.

Slowly those eyes opened and she looked at him. “You like this outfit too..” She accused him, her words were not friendly and she was fighting her own instincts. He was a man, she was a female and while Riley didn’t think she was particularly pretty.. She knew that she was someone’s type. Petite, small breasted. She didn’t look like a child. No, thankful of that.. But she also wasn’t what she thought most wanted. Big tits, big ass. She was delicate, fragile.. It made the fact that she had no choice worse..

His hand lifted her chin and her hostile eyes met his. The anger slowly leaking free and she nodded after a moment. “I am not the only one who needs practice..” She said stubbornly. She rubbed her arms, cold and sighed. She was regretting holding herself responsible and not asking for a stuffed animal. There was something else that would help her feel better, but she refused, down right refused to give into that desire while she was dressed like this.

Last night Tobias had made himself a source of comfort. His scent, his warmth. She wanted to cuddle closer and inhale his scent. Listen to his breathing until the desire to claw his eyes out or to shred this stupid outfit vanished.
 
It wasn't hard to see that Riley wasn't happy, crossing her arms over her stomach and giving him a look that almost dared him to say anything. When he moved closer to her he knew she was holding herself back from growling, though he no longer feared being bitten she felt tense as his hands found her shoulders. He didn't say much else for the moment, he felt that it would be better to let her work through her own feelings and process them, anything Tobias said wouldn't really be from a point of experience anyway, he'd never been in a situation where he had to wear something like that just to appease perverted men who wanted his body on display. "I knew you'd hate it. Don't worry, it won't be for long and then you'll be able to put it away again..." That was really all he could say, it wasn't exactly great that she had to wear it in the first place and her answer was dry and clearly had anger behind it.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him and her words then were accusatory...clearly his staring hadn't gone unnoticed, she had known and that made him feel defensive and guilty at the same time. He stammered only a little, he was at least managing to keep himself composed but he didn't think about what he was saying when he tried to rise to his own defence. "I don't care about the outfit, I've seen it a thousand times already on dozens of girls..." It was the truth, it had been chosen because all the female servants below the age of 30 wore that outfit in his father's home, he'd seen it so many times before. Their body types were different from Riley, they were often taller, with larger breasts and curvier bodies but they all wore the same thing. Tobias had stopped really caring about it years ago, the outfit itself wasn't what was appealing to him, it wasn't the thing that had taken his breath away for a moment.

He shook his head. "No, you're not the only one, I need practice too..." For the first time there was a look of negative emotion in his own eyes as they met hers, one of anger and frustration. "I can't act like that around him...and...I don't want him seeing you like this, it makes me feel..." He paused, trying to think of the right words. "It doesn't matter. It will be okay, we will both practice, and it will be a brief visit and then it will be over, alright?" He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried not to think about his father looking at her like that or trying to touch her, and how it wasn't the outfit that had stunned him. He'd chosen her, and it was fair to say he'd chosen her because despite not having those intentions he did find her beautiful, definitely a mistake since this would be so much easier if he wasn't attracted to her. He opened his eyes again and looked into hers, calming himself. "Are you okay? Same as last night, take deep breaths. There will be things that are expected...you'll have to continue calling me Master, and I may have to...touch you. I want you to be prepared for that, to not flinch away, to not glare at me or growl. If you do once or twice it can be explained away as you still being trained but if you attack because I touch you, he'll know that I haven't been trying to subdue you and it will all be over." He stepped closer, one hand moved down to her waist and his other on her back as he pulled her to him. "Take a few moments then tell me when you're ready, or if this is too much we can try again later, or tomorrow. Tomorrow is our last day to practice."
 
It wouldn’t be for long. That was what he said and Riley exhaled slowly. She couldn’t help but notice he said put it away, not throw it away. That wasn’t reassuring, but if his father visited again.. It made sense. She just hated it. Hated all of this. It was in part what made her lash out and his stammered answer was met with a snort. “I am young, not stupid, Master.” This time the word was weaponized. She was angry and while Riley could stop her from growling or worse, her anger was not so easily tamed.

“You could have seen it a million times.. You still gaped at me.” On some level, Riley understood. She liked the way he looked after all. The difference was he was not sexualized. She was. Her eyes were sharp as she looked up at him, his voice trailing off. Made him feel what? She growled now and then swore. Riley was angry at herself. Angry at him. Angry as his father. After a moment she nodded and sighed.

She gave a shake of her head when he asked if she was alright. In. Out. Riley met his eyes stubbornly. “I only bit you once..” Her words were defensive. “And you are touching me now.. It I didn’t growl at it.” What Riley didn’t realize she was asking for was praise.. For doing what she was meant to. But she was. She wanted.. Nay needed it.

Pulled into him she sighed and let his scent wash over her. She snuggled into his chest, letting his warmth and scent comfort her. She knew this wasn’t the purpose of the interaction, but if she had to be touched, she could enjoy it.. Her tail gave a few hesitant wags, and her cheeks heated. “You promise he will not touch me? Only you?” This was a small, almost childlike question. Riley sounded like she was asking him if there really was no monster under the bed.
 
Tobias could feel the sting of her words as she spoke, especially the way she'd said Master this time. He'd frowned then, looking down at her. "Yes, I did, I stared at you for a moment, you caught me by surprise entering dressed in...that. I'm sorry for how it makes you feel, I really am Riley but you gave me no warning and you're incredibly beautiful, it wasn't the outfit itself that stunned me, it was the girl wearing it..." He sighed softly himself and shook his head. His annoyance with the situation was bleeding in to his thoughts and had made it far too easy to tell her what eh felt about her when he had tried not to put that on her, to keep it to himself. "I shouldn't have stared, I wouldn't have if I'd had a little warning perhaps, but it is what it is. I'm not going to deny my attraction to you I'm just not going to act on it, I'm more than capable of that." He was getting a little annoyed himself...of course he understood her anger, he'd have been shocked if she wasn't angry and he would rather she didn't have to wear this ridiculously revealing outfit at all just like she would but he wasn't going to feel guilty about being attracted to her. He didn't push it, he didn't try to force his company on her, he didn't try to touch her inappropriately and he didn't make comments that could upset her, he was doing all he could to be decent and good here and to allow her to be herself. He felt it was unfair of her to suddenly be angry at him because she surprised him with this outfit out of nowhere and he took a couple of seconds to adjust.

She'd started to calm down a little bit, at least that was how it seemed and he nodded. "That's right, you did only bite me once, I've recognized that. You came and sought me out, you don't growl at me anymore when I get close, you came to watch a movie with me...it made me happy, you're trying and it shows, Riley..." He wanted to say something, something he would normally say except with her...with her he wanted to separate from it not because he wanted to but because he felt she would take it badly. He wanted to call her a good girl, but there was a high chance she would see that as him saying he owned her and it was the last thing he wanted. It frustrated him and he sighed as he pulled her closer to him. He felt her relax a little more, lean into him, when he looked down he even saw her tail was wagging just a little and it made him smile. It wasn't just her it was helping, he could feel his own tension leaving him and he ran his hand up and down her back as she questioned him. Immediately he made a growling sound all his own, it came unbidden at her question and he felt his body tense a little again. "I'd take his fucking hand off if he did...you're not his to touch..." He almost spat the word 'his' as he said it and his hold on her tightened possessively just a little. He didn't have the heart right then to tell her that when he said touch her, he hadn't meant just like this...his hand would have to find her rear sooner or later, a show like that was exactly what his father would be expecting and that was when he had expected she'd attack, not the simple touches he was doing now.
 
It was fair, she tried to reason that she’d ambushed him. She tried, honestly she did, but Riley struggled to overcome the fact that he’d liked the way she looked. If she was human, she might have liked the way he’d looked at her. The way his eyes had darkened, the spark of lust. Tobias had covered that reaction quickly but not fast enough to escape the judgment of a puppy girl who disliked being ogled. “You only wanted to prepare to hide how you feel..” The words were confused and slightly unhappy.

On some level Riley understood she was being unreasonable as hell but after a lifetime of worry and walking on eggshells, to suddenly not be punished for being a mouthy little brat? Though, he gave her balm of a sorts when he said it showed she was trying. He’d not said the words but Riley wouldn’t blame him for that. She’d just bitten off his head, to then follow that by calling her a good girl? Even she knew that was unlikely to happen.

Cuddled into his chest, she listened to the beat of his heart, its steady tempo helping soothe her. The growl he made had her peeking up at him in surprise. “I didn’t know humans could growl.” Her ears perked up and she wondered if she could get him to make that sound again, but Riley figured now was not the time. The tension ran down his body, taunt like a bowstring and ready to snap.

Carefully she pulled from his grasp and padded toward a small bar. After a moment she brought him back a drink. She had no idea what she’d poured him, it smelled like ass.. But it was from the lowest bottle. She handed it to him with a smile. “Drink?”

In part she was trying to play the servant. In part she was honestly trying to help. “Drinks help calm people down. So does exercise.. And sex. But as sex isn’t on the table and I don’t think you want to go for a run..” She lifted the drink again, swirling the contents in the crystal glass.
 
It was easier to think once he was holding her and he didn't have the option to look down, something he'd very much been trying to fight. Tobias might not be an abusive asshole like his parents but he definitely wasn't innocent or chaste, he liked his women and as he'd, whether consciously or sub-consciously, chosen a servant with his preferred body type and one he had started to develop affection towards he felt he could hardly be blamed for desiring her. Still, he was a proud man too, he was proud of his stances on matters and proud that he wasn't that kind of man so as much as he'd wanted to and been tempted, he hadn't looked down again since he had stood up. Her accusation made him laugh softly, it was something he couldn't deny and he nodded his head. "You're a clever girl, that's good...yes, I wanted to hide how I felt. I don't feel bad for being attracted to you, it's natural, I like women and I like you, but I wanted to hide it anyway and not stare. Do you know why that is?" He let his hand slide up into her hair and he ran his thumb along her ear again gently. He answered himself before really giving her the chance to answer. "It's because it's none of your concern, not really. Yes, I like how you look in that outfit, yes, I would very much like to be looking at you right now but I'm not. You're not my sex slave, you're not my possession to look at and to touch, and to take. I want you to have your freedoms and that includes from me, and hiding that attraction would let me collude with you in the facade that I wouldn't like to do with you...what I'd like to do..." He paused, inhaled, then exhaled slowly. "Something that is not an option. I'll find girls, willing girls, to satiate myself, don't worry about that, and I'm sorry that I looked at you in that way, Riley. I didn't want you to have to deal with that and feel like this."

He'd laughed a little louder when she commented on his growl. "Not like you can, but we can manage, if something upsets us." She pulled away from him and once again he fought to keep his eyes high on the back of her head as she poured him a glass of rather expensive whiskey. He took it and smiled back softly, before drinking the whole glass in one, smooth motion. "Ahh, thank you. Yeah...that will help." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to go for a run and the table is too cluttered for sex, it's where I was working." He kept a straight face, trying not to let the corners of his lips curl up into a smile at his own dumb comment and he took the bottle from her, pouring himself another glass and drinking it just as quickly. "Sorry, things got a little...strange, there. The uniform looks good on you, Riley, even if you don't like it. I promise, only I will touch you but...you might not like where I will have to touch you. You'll be expected to stand and bear it without making any fuss, no growling or anger. Other things, too...I may have to kiss you if he gets suspicious or I think it will help. I swear I'll try not to enjoy it, I'll keep it as brief and chaste as I can." He was feeling better, he'd gathered himself and was talking like it was a business transaction, that definitely helped him.
 
It was complicated, she found his answer. Riley had never wanted someone to find her attractive. It meant they’d take what they wanted but here, in this house, she found that was so far from the truth. Did.. she wanted him to find her attractive? Did she have a problem with it? The initial answer was yes. She didn’t want to just be a pussy for some stupid male. Tobias though made a real effort to not treat her like that was all he wanted. His words only helped confuse and comfort her. She wasn’t his sex slave. He wouldn't force himself on her. She was.. Free.

Then why was it when he mentioned finding others to share his bed did she feel a need to growl. It confused her. Jealousy. Riley didn’t know what was the reason for what she felt. She’d never felt jealous before. She had never wanted to have something another had.. They had masters, the attention of pigs in human clothing. Maybe when she was younger, she had been jealous of humans. She wasn’t a child though and such emotions had not been felt in a long time. Whatever the feeling was, it was confusing and not welcome.

Let him find someone else to warm his bed.

Anger flashed through her and she shifted to get him a drink. Needing something else to do. Something else to think about. He downed the glass and took the glass bottle from her, pouring himself another. “It smells icky.” The comment was almost childish, but it did. It was spiky, woody and burned a bit. His joke though made her roll her eyes. “I don’t see why you’d need to worry about how cluttered your desk is.. You have a chair and your hand. Seems like you are all set to go.”

Her voice was dry, but her eyes sparkled some as she spoke. And then he ruined it and she pushed the bottle into his hands and lifted a brow. “Right. You will not enjoy kissing me or touching me.” She crossed her arms again and stamped her foot on the floor. “You are both a terrible liar and insulting at the same time. That is quite impressive.”

She growled in frustration and stalked away from him, pacing. “If you don’t seem like you enjoy it though, he will know it is off. If I fight, he will know.” She felt like crying or breaking something. She hated this and told him so. “I hate everything about this, but you are offering me the chance at something unheard of.” Her words were angry and she still felt a swirl of emotions.

Riley like Tobias but she didn’t want him to fuck her. She also didn’t want him fucking others. She didn’t want to wear this outfit, but she’d liked the way he’d looked at her. Damnit. Daminit. Damnit. Stalking back to him a small hand curled in his shirt and she pulled him down by it. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. With the glass and bottle in his hands he couldn’t touch her. It had been intentional. She could also smell and taste that foul liquid..

And yet she lingered.. The kiss chaste but it lasted a heartbeat too long and she pulled back. “Practice over” She huffed out and pushed away from him..
 
Tobias laughed softly as she commented on how the whiskey smelled. "Icky, huh? I suppose it probably would, you have a better sense of smell don't you? It is strong, good flavour too. It might be an acquired taste." She seemed to be fluctuating between being upset and offended by every word he said and just his mere presence, and smiling, trying to soothe his obvious annoyance while taking care of her own and it was beginning to confuse him. Until now she had been so easy to read, he'd been able to tell when she'd been upset, she had growled at him, even bit him. He'd been able to tell when she'd been feeling curious with the food and the movie, he'd even been able to tell something had been wrong last night and he'd known how to help but this was giving him whiplash. The comment about the chair and his hand made him laugh, he knew how she meant it but in that moment he was thinking it was perfect, she could use a good spanking. His eyes flicked downwards towards her rear just for a moment. "Well if you're just going to tease me then that's no fun Riley." She shoved the bottle into his hands and he felt he'd angered her again. He sighed softly...this was going to be a rough day.

"I said I would try not to, not that I wouldn't. I'm not doing it for pleasure, Riley, this is not the way I'd like to touch you, I don't want to force this on you and it's frustrating me that I must. It sickens me that I'm going to be doing this when you don't want me to. It's worse for you, much worse, I know that but please don't think that I want to do this...I don't. I don't want him seeing you like this, I don't want him thinking about you like that, I don't want you hating me for what I have to do and I don't want to force my touch on you like some rapist asshole so please stop accusing me of wanting to do it, I..." He didn't get to finish his sentence. He'd been on a roll and hadn't been paying attention as she'd come back to him and grabbed his shirt, and then her lips were on his. It was a chaste kiss and his eyes widened in shock, he barely had time to realize it was happening before she had pulled away and he stared at her hungrily as she did so and he hadn't been able to do what his body naturally would, pull her closer to him because of what he was holding. He stared at her, stunned out of his sentence and completely unable to react for what felt like an eternity before he shook his head and laughed. "For fuck's sake why do you do these things without warning me? Are you trying to frustrate me?" His voice was raised and he angrily pushed the glass and bottle down onto the table.

"What do you want from me here? I've told you the situation, I'm doing all I can to prepare you for it so that you don't have to deal with any of this again and you're giving me very mixed signals here, what do you want Riley??"
 
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