That suited him well though, as he knew he was far from normal himself. Plus it made her the ideal person to run his unique island compound. Both of Sophie’s hands were on the side of his head now patting him and encouraging him with the motion of her hips and her voice. Not snarling or showing teeth but immediately making him aware he wasn’t welcome unless their master allowed him. It was an issue that had originally caused some friction amongst the staff and her until Sophie told them they could deal with it or leave. The 3 dogs, two German Shepherds and a Doberman, that had previously been laying at her feet sprang to action. He was a European Doberman and a perfect specimen of the breed, tall and black with tan markings on his face, stomach and paws, he was muscular but you could tell there was speed to him as well as power. He saw the servant swallow slowly and he knew Sophie let the moment last a few seconds longer than absolutely necessary getting herself off on the control before whispering “calme” and patting Jackson’s head.
