Please Note: After this point, I do update some of the character models such as Sara, Steph, Jordan, etc., and the environment such as Sara’s bedroom. So while visually they may be slightly different canonically they are the same. This was done to better fit some of the characters to how they were supposed to appear in the story and some of the environments such as Sara’s room changed as the original was very resource heavy for an area that is used often.
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“No, no, no. I’m sorry.” Jordan said as he sat down on her knee finding it safer than balancing precariously.
“Sorry for what?” Sara said as she raised her eyebrow a bit looking down at Jordan in a way that made him feel vulnerable.
“Sorry that I acted the way I did with Tamara. I shouldn’t have bet her or instigated an argument with her like that. I really didn’t mean for you to get into trouble for my actions.” Jordan said hoping that his voice sounded sincere to her.
“I see, and is that all?” Sara said using the phrase her mother had used on her so many times over the years.
“I should be more thankful to you for what you’ve done for me. You did take me in and you didn’t have to. I don’t know what being in a government facility entails but I’m sure it’s not as good as I have it here.” Jordan added. He was hoping she wouldn’t have forced him to go this far. But, she was quite shrewd despite her age.
“Okay then, is that all you have to be sorry for?” Sara asked as she watched Jordan squirm. She now understood why her mother did this. Being on the other side of this is a lot more entertaining than when you are having it done to you.
“What more…” Jordan started to say with a bit of edge to his tone before he thought better of it. He knew he needed to check his tone. He no longer held any authority here. “I mean, what more is there Sara, ma’am?” Jordan said correcting himself to show her the proper authority.
“I was just asking, but just because I ask doesn’t mean there is anything else you need to be sorry for,” Sara said with a bit of a smirk. “But, it sounds like you’ve learned a lesson,” Sara said while Jordan nodded in agreeance.
“So that we can close this chapter completely. I’ve thought long and hard about this. You need to accept that you’re my pet person. I promise that means I will still listen to your concerns and you still have a seat at the table. However, I’m going to need you to demonstrate to me that you understand this.” Sara said as she stretched her arms up and yawned before her eyes settled on Jordan.
Jordan hated this. As he eyed Sara he understood that she held all the power in this situation. Lowering his head he already knew what he had to say.
“I’m your little man,” Jordan said begrudgingly to Sara.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you body hottie. It sounded like put me back in my little habitat.” Sara said
“I said I’m your little man. I’m your pet.” Jordan said frantically in his speaking voice. As the words left his mouth Jordan saw a smile form on Sara’s face as she looked down at Jordan with a degree of happiness he hadn’t seen on her face in quite some time.
“Aww, that’s a good wittle man. Now was that so hard to admit?” Sara said as Jordan felt her fingers grasp him off her knee and lay him down flat in the palm of her hand. Jordan started to look up when he felt her other hand come down on top of him and Sara start to pet him. Jordan tried to stand up on his hands and knees but he was overpowered by her girl power as she gently stroked him.
Jordan heard the next episode of the anime show Sara was watching start as she continued to pet Jordan who was helpless to do anything to stop her. What bothered Jordan the most was that a part of him found the gentle strokes of Sara relaxing. She was applying enough pressure that it felt like a massage. Jordan felt his body finally betray him as his muscles relaxed to Sara’s soothing touch as the heat from her hand radiated up.
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