The Mailboy's Unexpected Submissive

Returning to Work

- Ripley's POV -

Today was Monday, the start of a new work week, and also the end of what started as a great weekend that dipped down to a shit one, and then returned to a good weekend after the shit show.

All I wanted was to retreat home and relax either in bed or on the couch with Jules as we'd done for the vast majority of the weekend. But, duty calls, and I love my job.

There's no doubt in my mind though that Jules would gladly stay home, however, I also know that he will be swamped with manuscripts and such since he didn't take anything home with him, or if he did they remained untouched the entire weekend. He essentially embraced his inner house cat as he laid on me, demanding me to either pet or run my fingers through his hair with soft noises of disapproval when I didn't comply with those demands.

I loved it regardless and wouldn't have traded my oversized house cat for anything else in the world.

"Sir, do we have to go? Can't we stay home together?" He whined from his spot in my passenger seat, his eyes trained on me as a pout was placed on his lips from what I could see from my peripheral as I turned into the driveway that led to the parking for Quill and Script Publishing.

"Jules, we have been over this," I stated simply as I pulled into an empty spot that wasn't too far away from the building.

"But, Sir, I'm the boss! I don't have to come in every day, just most of them!" He argued back.

I didn't look at him until after I had parked my Jeep and cut the engine, and when I did he flinched slightly and looked down showing me his submission.

"Stop arguing with me, and get out of the car. I'm not trying to be difficult or cold with you, I'm just trying to get you to get your work done. You seem to forget that the sooner you finish the work, the sooner and more time we can spend together when we're not exceptionally busy," I explained, speaking to him softly as I reached across the center console to clasp his hand in mine.

His face began to burn with shame from his previous actions, knowing my words to be true.

"I know, Sir. I just like spending time with you and I like when you hold me," he said in an equally soft voice as his words turned shy towards the end of his sentence.

"Yes, I know you do my overgrown house cat, now come one, let's head in early so that we can get a headstart on things and possibly leave early," I said as I squeezed his hand before releasing it.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed out of the car, a whiny 'Hey!' sounding from Jules as I shut the car door, making me chuckle as I rounded my car to his side, opening the door for him. He exited the car with a huff as he looked down at me, his lip jutted slightly in the barest hint of another one of his pouts.

"I'm not a house cat!" He said as he adjusted his grip on his briefcase with one hand, and the coat of his suit with his other, both of which we'd gone over to his place for prior to heading to QSP. There is no possible way for him to wear any of my clothes, and he needed his briefcase that contained some of his most important documents for work that he had been reviewing.

"Sure you aren't," I chuckled softly as I took his hand that he extended to me, locking our fingers together as we walked through the parking lot, looking around for any cars coming or going. "It isn't like you didn't lay on me or have me pet you for the majority of the weekend or anything of that sort. Right, my precious jewel?"

Again he gave a huff - though this one much quieter than his last - as he made sure to not look at me as he sulked to himself, his cheeks that beautifully familiar shade of pink.