The Hunter's Pet by Loki Renard Page B

alright?” He asked the question when he regained the ability to speak, kissing along her neck to her cheek and cuddling her close, his cock still deep inside her.
    “Mm-hmm,” Sarah said, biting her lower lip to hide a cheeky smile. “I think I like shopping.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    As the days drew on and things became more settled, Sarah started exploring the house more and more. The city was off limits and she was happy for it to be that way, but there were all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies she’d not yet gotten into at home. William’s office was something like hallowed space. He’d never actually told her not to go in it, but she hardly ever had except when she was in trouble. Maybe that was why she avoided it, because it reminded her of being scolded and ending up with a very sore bottom.
    Eventually though her curiosity drew her into the room, which smelled like William at rest and where a great electronic book was laid out on the desk. What had he spent so many hours doing with that great tablet? He was always tapping away in his spare time, eschewing more engaging entertainment for what seemed to her to be a very repetitious and mind-numbing activity.
    There was something on the screen when she sat down in his chair. Sentences upon sentences, a veritable barrage of words. He must have put them all there one by one. Why, she could not imagine. She did know that there must be some meaning hidden in the text.
    Sitting down, Sarah tried to puzzle out the words. She saw what she knew was her name repeated several times. She realized that he must be writing about her.
    “Hello, you.” William’s deep drawl interrupted her investigation. “What are you doing there?”
    “Just looking,” she said, hoping she was not in trouble. She’d had her fill of trouble for a while.
    “Oh, yes, finding it interesting?”
    “This is my name,” she said, pointing to an instance of the word ‘Sarah.’ She could have pointed to almost any place in the text, it appeared there so often.
    “It is.”
    “Why are you writing about me?”
    “It’s not just about you,” he said, coming around behind her and putting a calming hand on her shoulder. “I write about the wilds. The animals that live there, and the humans who do too. City dwellers don’t know much about wildling culture. There has been a great deal of divergence between our two societies over the years.”
    “What did you write about me?”
    “I wrote that you’re a very unique creature, a civilian gone feral completely disconnected from existing wildling tribes.”
    “Did you write that I am pretty?”
    His lips twisted in amusement. “Why don’t you try reading what’s there?”
    “It’s faster if you tell me.”
    “It will be more rewarding if you read it yourself. Try this word.” He put his finger up to a word that seemed too long and too complex to be bothered working out. It started with a B, ended with an L, and had a whole lot of other letters in between.
    She looked up at him. “Just tell me.”
    “Just read it.”
    Concentrating, Sarah tried. There were vowels after the B. Three of them. E. A. U. She had no idea how one might even begin to sound out such a mess of round sounds, so she moved on to the more comfortable hard letter. T. T was good. She knew where she was with T. Then an I. Then an F.U.L. She knew what that sound was. Ful. Puzzling over the word for long seconds, she found it began to form in her mind. It was a nice word. A very nice word.
    “Beautiful?”
    “That’s right,” he said, kissing the back of her neck. “You’re beautiful. And now it’s a matter of public record.”
    “Public?”
    “Once I publish this, it will be added to the archives that are shared digitally between all the cities. Millions of people will know of you and your beauty.”
    A little smile spread across Sarah’s face. “What else did you say about me?” She scanned the text eagerly, suddenly interested in the art of reading.