Chapter 5
FIVE
Yozef dances his fingers down my stomach and then to my thighs. My legs are spread open enough for him to reach between them, and he taps some part of me that makes the room spin.
A strange sound fills the silence, and I suddenly realize it’s coming from me. I’m moaning. My face heats with humiliation. And what did he touch? Until my bath, I had no idea I had a tiny body part that would light me on fire when stroked.
“They tell me there were only females on your space station. Is that true?”
I nod. There’s no reason to be obstinate. I want to be, but I can’t bring myself to be so defiant while he’s stroking me so intimately. So casually.
“Did you never touch yourself right here, Little pet?” He taps me again in that mysterious spot.
I groan louder and tip my head back. My hips are so firmly restrained that I can’t escape his fingers.
Yozef rises from the table, bends over my body, grips my inner thigh, and sets his lips on that odd bundle of nerves.
I scream behind the pacifier, sucking furiously because I need to do something. Anything. The pressure building in my body feels like it’s about to explode.
When I jerk my gaze around, I discover that we’re alone. The doctor must have left the room at some point. Perhaps he only came in to help secure me, or maybe Yozef told him to leave. Either way, I’m glad. The thought of someone here while I’m getting so thoroughly debauched makes my skin crawl.
It’s bad enough that a man I just met is taking such liberties with me. I don’t need an audience.
“You’re so sensitive. I wonder how much of that is your nature, how much is from the injection, and how much is because you enjoy being restrained.
We’ll never know.” He smiles. “It works both ways, Little pet. I’m as drawn to you as you are to me.
The shot is forcing you to bond with me, but every inhale of your pheromones is causing my body to react toward yours in the same way. ”
I’m panting. Nothing makes sense.
“I gather you have zero experience with intimate relationships, so I’m going to give you a taste of what to expect between us.”
I suck harder, tugging on my restraints. I’m going to implode.
Yozef slides a hand up and cups one of my breasts. “Your tits are so sexy, Little pet.” He lightly pinches one of my nipples. “These ripe buds make my mouth water.”
Now I’m writhing. I can’t lie still, but I can’t move, either. I’m on fire.
Yozef leans over and sets his lips on my nipple. He flicks it with his tongue, and I nearly fly off the table when he sucks.
Holy criminy. What’s happening to me?
Yozef groans as he switches to my other nipple, sucking and flicking it, too. When he releases it, he’s breathing heavily. “I didn’t mean to devour you so soon, Little pet.”
Is he apologizing?
“I can’t resist. You’re so unbelievably pretty.
I didn’t expect you to be so attractive, nor did I expect the bond between us to be so sexual in nature.
Usually, when we inject a small furry animal, it simply follows us around, and we feel the urge to pick it up and pet it. But it’s very different with you.”
Ya think? Again, I want to slap him. I’m not a furry animal. He keeps driving me between two extremes: wanting to murder him in his sleep for purchasing me as a pet, and wanting him to make me feel all the things he’s already begun. I know there’s more, and my curiosity is beyond piqued.
Yozef continues to speak casually while he circles my nipple with his finger. “The first few owners didn’t give their pets clothes because, again, they weren’t expecting as much resistance and intelligence as humans possess.”
My breath hitches. He’s so matter of fact as he speaks about me and my friends as if we have no ability to think on our own.
“But… The first owner realized his pet was constantly cold. Apparently, your body temperature runs lower than ours. You’ll be shivering all the time if I don’t bundle you up appropriately.”
He pauses, lifting a brow. “It’s actually a good deterrent. One of your punishments for bad behavior will be leaving you naked in your kennel until you can convince me you’re legitimately remorseful for your naughty actions.”
My nostrils flare. I’m not an infant. I hate the way he’s speaking to and about me. At the same time, I want to scream because he’s driving me mad with his finger. The entire time he’s talking, he’s playing absently with my nipples. Back and forth. Not even watching what he’s doing.
“I have the temperature in this exam room raised, so you won’t freeze to death on the table. I was stunned by how hot you wanted the bath water. That’s going to take some getting used to.”
I’m beyond grateful that I can understand him. That was so frustrating. But it’s difficult to focus on his words because he keeps touching me in places that make my heart race.
I’m wide-eyed as he moves to the end of the table. He sets his palms on my knees and gives a squeeze before sliding his huge hands up my thighs. “Your skin is so soft and pale. It’s stunning. So are your eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that shade of green.”
I’ve lifted my head the few inches I’m able to, but the moment he uses his thumbs to part my folds, I drop down and stare at the ceiling, panting again.
“I know you enjoy having your nipples stimulated, but you’ll learn to crave my attention between your legs, too, Little pet.” He inhales deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating. I want to push my tongue into your pussy and lap up your juices.”
What? My face heats. It’s not cold in here. It’s far too hot.
I’m shocked by how wet my private parts are when he drags a finger over the sensitive skin. “Have you ever been this aroused?”
I’m lucky I know the word aroused. I’ve read it in books.
Scientific books about the way men and women on Earth procreated before our planet’s demise.
What I know is clinical. A man put his penis inside a woman’s body and emptied his seed inside her—his semen.
Sometimes that substance would get her pregnant, and she would give birth to another human in nine months.
My lessons don’t extend much beyond that.
They certainly didn’t describe how enjoyable it would be.
Arousal is what happens to a woman’s body to prepare her to take a man’s shaft inside her.
I assumed it was simply a natural lubricant, and that is still true, but my stupid books did not mention how good it would feel.
Yozef pushes his fingers against my pelvis and uses his other hand to directly touch the bundle of nerves that he’s grazed several times.
I whimper. My vision blurs.
“This little nub is called your clitoris—clit for short. Most of your pleasure will come from me stroking it. Sometimes I will suckle it.”
What is the deep rumbling sound I’m making?
He gives it a light pinch.
I scream behind the pacifier.
He chuckles as he releases the firm grip on my pelvis.
“It has a tiny hood that protects it from rubbing against your diapers. When your clit is swollen, the hood will retract. If I catch you rocking in your diapers in order to masturbate, I will punish you. And let me tell you, Little pet, the two swats I gave your nipples will be nothing compared to what it will feel like when I spank your pussy.”
All the air leaves my lungs.
I’m staring at him, my private parts swell at the mention of him swatting me there. Would he really?
I don’t want to find out, but I suspect that will be unavoidable. I’ll never be able to hold my tongue with this man. When he finally removes the stupid pacifier from my mouth, he’s going to get a tongue lashing.
As I’m planning all the things I want to say to him, he drags a finger through my wet folds. “This pussy is mine. You don’t touch it. Not with your hands or any other object. Understood?”
I’d do just about anything he asks as long as he intends to make me feel this good. And every inhale draws more of him into me, bonding us together tighter. I can feel it, smell it, taste it.
When I realize he’s waiting for me to respond, I nod. I’ve never touched myself in my life, other than to wipe after I use the bathroom. Why would I start now?
“I’m going to ask the doctor to come back into the room now.
I want him to make sure you’re healthy. He will examine every inch of your body, Little pet, and you will be cooperative.
If you’re good, I’ll reward you after he’s done.
” He smiles as if he’s promised to buy me my own planet, but I suspect whatever reward he has in mind will not come close to resembling anything I could conjure on my own.