Chapter 7
SEVEN
Yozef leans me back and sits me upright on his lap, adjusting me so my legs are nestled between his thighs. He keeps the blanket wrapped around me but uncovers my head.
“You can open your eyes now, Zoey. The windows are tinted. No one can see in, and the glass will protect you from the sun.”
The moment I blink my eyes open, I gasp. My first thought is that we’re moving so fast. It gives me vertigo, and I grab on to Yozef’s forearm.
He chuckles. “I guess you’ve never been in a car before. You’ve never been outside of the space station, have you?”
I shake my head.
He reaches for the clasp on the side of my pacifier. “I’ll take this out and let you speak. But if you’re disrespectful, I will put it back, and it will be a long time before I give you another opportunity to show me you can behave.” He lifts a brow.
Nodding, I let my gaze move past him to the window. We are whizzing past buildings. I can barely make anything out. Relief fills me when he finally eases the pacifier out of my mouth.
I lick my lips and wipe them on the blanket. When I glance at the front of the car, I notice that there’s a partition. I can’t see whoever is in the front. Yozef and I are alone in the back.
He rubs my back. “I’m sure you feel heavy.
That’s because the gravitational pull on Venkoria is stronger than what you’re used to on the space station.
You’ll adjust over time. That’s also why I had the guards lower the top of your kennel.
I didn’t want to risk you sitting up, falling over, and hitting your head. ”
Kennel? He’s referring to that cage as a kennel? I know what kennels are. They were used on Earth to keep pets locked up. Same as a cage. I guess it doesn’t really matter what term I use for that jail I was in. My stomach twists into knots.
“You may speak when we’re alone or with my trusted employees, Little pet. I don’t want strangers to hear your voice. Understood?”
I nod. I’m afraid to utter a word.
“You will always address me respectfully, as Sir or Daddy. I’m aware you’re more intelligent than I originally expected when I purchased you, but I still expect you to obey me at all times.”
When he lifts that brow in the way that tells me he expects compliance, I mutter, “Yes, Sir.” Mostly because I don’t want to talk to him right now. I want to look out the window. And I shift my gaze in that direction as soon as I utter those two words.
Yozef surprises me by turning and readjusting me a bit so I can see outside. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and brings his lips so close to my neck that I can feel his breath. “Good girl, and your voice is pretty. I can’t wait to hear more of it.”
His voice is deep this time, and I quiver all over from the tone and his breath hitting my neck.
I’m wrapped up like a burrito again, but Yozef slides one of his hands into my cocoon so he can touch my bare skin.
I clamp my thighs as close as I can around the bulk of the diaper and lean toward the window, trying not to look my owner in the eyes. He’s doing things to me. My body responds to him in ways that I don’t understand.
When he nibbles on my earlobe, I whimper.
“I can smell your arousal, Little pet. You like my mouth on your neck, don’t you?” He sets his lips on my skin and makes a smacking noise. I think he’s kissing me. I think he kissed my nipples and my pussy earlier, too. I barely know what kissing is, but I assume this is it.
I don’t reply, but he’s making it difficult to focus on the outside world. I want to see everything. I’m blocking out the bulk of my reality in order to take in this new planet. I have no recollection of Earth, and that’s the only planet I’ve ever been on. This is exciting.
Yozef moves his hand from my waist to my chest. He cups one of my breasts and thumbs the nipple.
I arch my back and moan before catching myself and shoving at his hand.
He chuckles. “Don’t fight it, Little pet. You can’t stop the bond that’s growing between us.”
I like the sound of his laughter. It vibrates through my body. I wish he would do that all the time instead of barking orders at me.
Yozef switches his attention to my other breast and treats it the same, rubbing my nipple until it’s swollen and hard.
Wetness gathers between my legs, and my pussy clenches. It’s a frustrating sensation that I’ve experienced several times since I met Yozef. Each time, I’m left oddly hanging as if there’s more, and I’ve been cut off.
“Put your hands on the windowsill, Zoey,” he orders in a deep voice.
When I hesitate, he bites down on my earlobe just enough to make me wince. “Be a good girl. Do as you’re told.”
He’s so bossy. I want to defy him. My instinct is to tell him no. But my body disagrees. Something inside me points out that my obedience will earn me something amazing. That side of me is winning. My curiosity is driving me to behave.
The problem with setting my palms on the windowsill is that the blanket falls away, exposing me. It’s warm enough in the car, so I’m not instantly freezing, but I have goosebumps. I think Yozef is causing them.
“That’s a good girl. Do not move your hands until I say so,” he murmurs as he slides his palm up and down my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.
More wetness floods from me at his words of praise. I can’t keep from whimpering. There’s a tight knot inside me, threatening to uncoil and explode.
“Straighten your spine, Little pet.” He pushes the blanket down, totally revealing my body.
I have to remind myself that he said no one can see into the car. I hope to the heavens that’s true. It’s bad enough that I’ve been exposed to so many people, but I can’t handle that extending to the entire planet.
Every inhale draws more of his essence into my body. It seems as though the strange bond between us is growing by the second. I can’t stop it. It’s on its own trajectory. Out of my control.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers when I obey him once again. “Lean forward a bit more. I like the way your tits hang in front of you.” He cups one and then the other so lightly his touch is almost imperceptible.
My arousal grows from his fingers and his words. His suggestive tone is dirty. His actions are even filthier.
When he grips one of my nipples, my eyes flutter closed, and I tip my head back.
It almost seems too difficult to hold my head upright.
It feels heavy. Yozef said it was because of the gravitational pull.
It’s stronger here than on the space station.
But I think my head is also heavy because Yozef is distracting me.
“Your scent is intoxicating, Little pet. I heard it would be, but I couldn’t fully imagine how drawn to you I would be. You’re stunning. So delicate and small. So pretty. I’m going to enjoy you very much.”
The idea both frightens and intrigues me. I’m already enjoying him. He’s making me feel things I never knew possible. But at what cost? Will I spend my entire life as this man’s slave?
That’s what it feels like. I spent a few days in a cage, assuming I was a captive slave. Now I discover I’m actually meant to be a pet. Is there a difference?
He’s stroking my breasts and nibbling on my neck. It’s so maddening that I can’t focus on the outside I so desperately want to see.
With another whimper, I lift one of my hands from the windowsill. My only thought is to do anything to slow my racing heart.
But Yozef stops me by flattening my palm back into place. “I didn’t give you permission to move your hands, Little pet,” he murmurs close to my ear.
I tremble, wondering if he’s going to punish me. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He kisses my neck again. “I expect you to obey me, Zoey. I know you’re confused, and everything is new, but I will train you to obey me. I will punish you when you don’t and reward you when you do.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“It will set a very bad precedent if I don’t enforce my rules from the start. You need to know I will not be a pushover, Little pet.”
I turn my head toward him. “I’ll be good,” I promise. Is he going to punish me now? I don’t like the firm look in his eyes or his furrowed brow that suggests he’s already made his decision.
He tugs the blanket off me completely and tosses it on the seat. “Lie over Daddy’s lap, face down.”
Tears fall. I don’t know what he’s going to do. “I’ll be good,” I repeat.
He cups my face. “I suspect you will, in the long run, Little pet. You don’t strike me as someone who will enjoy being punished.
Time will tell.” He grabs my hips and lifts me a few inches.
“Turn over, Zoey. I want you on your tummy over my thighs. If you’re not quick about it, I’ll add to your punishment. ”
My movements are awkward, but I scramble to obey him. I’m scared. The unknown is heavy in the air. Why does he want me to lie over his lap?
Yozef surprises me when he removes the tabs from the sides of my diaper. He sets one enormous hand on the small of my back. “Fold your arms under your cheek, Zoey.”
A sob escapes me as I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl. Do not move them while I spank you.”
Spank me? No. No, no, no, no, no.
He pulls the back of my diaper all the way off and stuffs it between my thighs, exposing my butt. Gripping my entire bottom with one hand, he says, “I’m going to give you six swats for your first spanking. They will hurt. You will remember this and think twice about misbehaving next time.”
I hold my breath. Tears run down to land on my forearms. I don’t dare move. It’s just six swats. Surely, I can endure this. But I’m fuming.
The first slap of his palm against my tender skin takes my breath away. My entire body tenses as I absorb the pain. My butt throbs, and I grit my teeth.
After a few seconds, he does it again. I think this one is harder. Huge tears run out of my eyes. This is so humiliating. I don’t know if I can tolerate four more.
But I do. I lie very still, not daring to move an inch, while Yozef—Daddy—finishes my punishment.
I’m not the sort of person who gets in trouble. I haven’t been spanked since I was a toddler, and that’s more of an assumption. I can’t remember that far back. I’m furious, but at the same time, my sobbing is causing me to suck in his essence with every breath.
It’s as though he’s filling me with his pheromones, and I’ve been conditioned to crave him. My bottom is on fire, but the space between my legs is swollen and needy.
Instinctually, I rock my hips, trying to rub the tender nub against his thigh.
Yozef moves so fast, I don’t have a chance to pull in a breath before I’m on my back on the seat next to him. He grabs my knees, pushes them toward my chest, and spreads them open.
My eyes bug out. Fear consumes me, but I don’t have time to say a word or beg for forgiveness before Yozef lifts his hand and lands a hard swat to my pussy.
All the air leaves my lungs. I can’t draw in a breath. My private parts are pulsing from the intensity of the slap and something else. Need. Desperation. For something elusive.
Yozef grips both my wrists above my head with one giant hand and leans over me. “You do not rub your clit against anything ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I swallow hard and nod.
“Words, Zoey. ‘I will not masturbate my pussy, Daddy.’”
My lips are trembling. More tears fall.
He waits.
I’m not sure what his words mean, but I repeat them. “I will not masturbate my pussy, Daddy,” I mutter.
“Good. Do you know what masturbate means, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“It means take your own pleasure. You will keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy and your nipples. If I catch you playing with them, I will swat them. You’ve already found that out, but it would seem you forgot because you’ve tried again to grind your pussy against my leg. Hard rule, Zoey.”
I nod, sniffling. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he demands.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better. I’ve told you that you will earn your pleasure. You will not take it. I decide when you’ve pleased me enough to grant you an orgasm. Not you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t have the first clue what an orgasm is, but I suspect it has something to do with the giant ball of need building inside me.
Even his spanking and the swat to my pussy have not quelled the desire.
If anything, it’s grown. But I don’t dare mention this fact.
There’s something terribly wrong with me.
Yozef inhales deeply and gives me a slow smile. “My girl is desperate for release.”
I purse my lips. I suspect he’s telling the truth, even though I don’t know what that release is.
“Yamal was probably right. I’ll be able to use edging as a form of discipline.”
I frown because I still don’t know what edging is. But I am sure I don’t want to know.