What was going on? Why was I hearing my Doberman’s thoughts in my head? Why was I…
Oh God! This is sick! Wrong! Filthy!
Still, I obeyed.
Come to me. Atlas's thoughts sang through Stella's dreams.
Without waking, the young 19-year-old woman slipped from her bed, leaving her slumbering boyfriend and padded downstairs.
Atlas, the large doberman, waited in his crate, knowing she'd come. When she entered the kitchen in only her see through nightie, he smiled.
Dutifully, she opened his crate and lowered her head, greeting her lord and master.
He smiled. Good girl. He strutted out of the dog kennel.
He'd finally taken control of her mind. No longer would he have to sleep in the kennel or go to obedience school. She was his bitch now.
Kiss me. He ordered.
Her long, slender fingers brushed over his face, then she pressed her lips against his, peppering his muzzle with searing, hot passionate kisses.
Stella tickled his chest with her long fingernails. He groaned and tapped his paw on the kitchen floor.
"What do you want, master?" Her scalding breath washed down his ear, sending tingles through his powerful frame.
Why do you think I called you, my bitch?