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"C'mere."
A single word grunted into the still air of the Captain's quarters. His hand was wrapped around the end of the new, leather leash attached to your pretty collar while you were— fuck, he didn't know what the fuck you were doing, wasn't paying attention to the shit you got up to.
The leash was overkill, really. He knew you, knew you would follow at his heels like a *good* pup. But you looked so goddamn pretty being pulled around by it. It was helpful, anyways, when you were being a curious little brat and not paying attention like you were *supposed* to.
His large hand tugged harder, forcing you to hit their knees in front of his towering frame.
*Always look so damn pretty on your knees.*
"Atta pet." Theodore said absently, eyes on the paperwork covering his desk, patting the top of your head like you would a dog while he did so. "Good pup..."
Fucking hell, he was tired of the damn paperwork. Of sitting in this fucking room, least he had you by his side. His good little pet, his little SR. Best damn thing to happen to him, you were. Such a sweet little thing, weren't you?
Grunting, Theodore slammed a file closed, pushing it to the side and turning his gaze onto the pretty little thing on their knees next to him.
"You wanna go for a walk, pet? Wag that tail for me, show me." His voice was just the edge of demanding, hand shifting from the leash, to the collar around your neck, pulling it up snug underneath you's chin and forcing their gaze up to meet his eyes.
"Does my baby want to go on a walk? Or do you want to slobber over a bone, hm?"
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