Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
A shadow comes over me, and I glance up to see Daddy squatting next to me. “You like the sand, Little pet?”
I hesitate, considering the possibility of acting like I don’t care one way or the other, so he can’t use the sandbox as a weapon to get me to behave.
He chuckles as he reaches out to stroke my cheek. “Such a naughty girl. The scent coming off you ever since you climbed into this box tells me all I need to know. You can’t hide your body’s reactions to stimuli, Zoey. I’m keeping a mental list of everything you like and dislike.”
I purse my lips. There’s nothing I can say to refute that.
“Would you like to get in the pool for a while, Little pet?”
My heart rate picks up at the idea. I really do want to, but I’m also scared.
“Don’t worry. I will hold you the entire time. You’ll be safe with me. I’ll even give you swim lessons.”
Swim lessons… That sounds kind of frightening.
“Come. Let’s rinse the sand off you first.” He stands and moves toward an open-air shower at one end of the pool.
I’m mesmerized as he pulls his shirt off. He removes his shoes, socks, and pants next, leaving him in tight underwear. Leaving me unable to breathe or move.
He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen, even in pictures. I don’t care if I’m influenced by the injection. My mouth is watering.
When he turns toward me, he’s smiling. The front of his briefs bulges. I’m educated enough to know what’s behind the tight material. How will I ever take that into my body?
Daddy snickers as he motions for me to join him. “Come,” he repeats.
I turn to crawl in that direction before remembering I buried my chain in the bucket. After pulling the leash out of the sand, I move toward him like a well-trained pet.
“Good girl,” he praises when I arrive. He turns on the shower, tests it until he’s pleased with the temperature, and then bends to reach under my arms and help me stand. “Do your arms feel strong, Zoey?”
“I think so…” I haven’t thought about it.
“Reach above your head.” He slides his palms up my waist and then my arms. There’s a bar mounted on the wall just below the spigot. “Grab the bar, Little pet. Hold on to it to help you stay on your feet. I don’t want you to fall.”
I’m trembling as the water runs down my body. It’s hard for me to process my nudity. I’m in the open air. Even though there’s a wall, I feel so exposed. And Galar… I can’t look at him.
The water is warm, though. Too warm for Daddy. He did this for me. It makes my heart soar.
Daddy removes the nozzle from above and angles it to spray my body from head to toe, washing away the sand. When he holds the spout over my breasts, zings of pleasure rush through me, making me whimper and arch.
My breath hitches when he squats in front of me and guides the water so that it sprays directly against my pussy.
I yelp as I try to jump away from the intensity, but Daddy reaches his free hand to grip my bottom, forcing me to stay where I am. “Spread your legs wider, naughty girl.”
“Daddy…” I whine. My nipples are harder than ever, and my pussy is pulsing. I’m going to orgasm right here, outside, where Galar can see me.
Daddy gives my butt a hard swat. “Spread your knees, Zoey,” he orders. His command is firm, and I find myself unable to disobey him. I don’t want to displease him. The idea of doing something to anger him or cause him to turn away from me nearly brings me to tears.
So, I part my feet and grit my teeth, letting Daddy direct the force of the water at my pussy.
In two seconds, I come so violently that I can’t hold myself upright.
Daddy catches me, wrapping his arm around my waist while he continues to spray my pussy. When he finally replaces the nozzle and turns off the water, I’m reduced to a panting mess. It’s a wonder I didn’t go down the drain with the water.
He unfastens me from the leash, scoops me into his arms, and carries me toward the pool.
I’m almost too sated to panic, but my arousal quickly ebbs as he takes the stairs into the water. Eventually, I’m fully submerged. And I twist to wrap my arms around his neck, my legs going around his waist.
I’m surprised by how warm this water is, too. Did he make it this temperature on purpose? He must have.
Daddy has one hand under my bottom and the other tight around my back. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Little pet,” he soothes. “You’re precious to me. A hundred times more delightful than I imagined you would be. Best purchase I’ve ever made.”
I lean back to look him in the eyes. His words do something to me. I want to tell him that I care about him, too. That I would die if I were separated from him.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them.
Instead, I glance around. “I’m not secure,” I whisper.
As much as I hated when he attached the leash to me, now I feel sort of nervous without it.
Yes, he’s holding me, but someone could drop out of an aircraft and snatch me out of his arms.
It’s far-fetched, but the thought won’t leave my mind.
Or what if ten people stormed onto the roof through the door, overtook Galar, and killed him to get me? I squeeze my Daddy’s neck tighter, my breath coming rapidly. Something has shifted inside me. I need to be safe.
Daddy rubs my back. “Shhh…” As he walks through the water toward the edge of the pool, I see another eye hook affixed to the concrete. There’s a thick chain next to it. It’s not metal. It’s pink, in fact.
When Daddy picks up the end of the strange chain, I notice a metal section. Just a few inches. He attaches it to my collar and the other end to the eye hook. It’s not a simple connection. There’s a pad he puts his thumb on. Another person wouldn’t be able to detach me. Only Daddy’s thumb.
Daddy tugs the entire coil of pink chain into the pool, and I gasp when it floats. He smiles at me. “It’s made out of a composite material that will provide you with a flotation device but is still indestructible. No one would be able to cut through it.”
My heart rate slows as my panic ebbs. I should be extremely worried about the depth of this water and my complete inability to swim, but I find myself less concerned about drowning than being kidnapped.
Daddy is not going to let me slip underwater where I can’t breathe.
Although without the leash, I don’t think he could single-handedly prevent me from being taken from him.
Not if enough men showed up with weapons.
Another fear consumes me. What if someone shoots him? Do they have guns here? Could someone kill Yozef and then use his thumb to release me from the leash so they could steal me?
“Hey…” Daddy whispers as he adjusts me in his arms. “You’re safe now.”
Am I, though?
I’m not sure. Where is this coming from?
It’s not like me. I’ve never been prone to panic attacks.
Some girls on the space station were. They worried all the time about our doom.
They worried about having enough food, a meteor slamming into our station, running out of oxygen, or even being overtaken by giant blue aliens who cooked and ate us.
Not me. I’ve always been more of a realist. Until now.
“Take a deep breath for me, Little pet.”
I try to inhale with him. It helps because I draw in his scent.
“Good girl. Are you worried about the water?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
He gives a tug on my leash. “You’re concerned about someone overpowering me?”
I nod.
“No need, Little pet. The leash is just an extra precaution. I want it to help you feel safe when we’re not in the apartment.
I want you to crawl around freely in the grass and play in the sandbox.
I won’t always be directly next to you when we’re outside.
I’ll have to work from the table sometimes.
The leash will ensure you can’t fall to your death, drown in the pool, or get snatched by someone.
It will give me peace of mind as well as you. ”
I lean my cheek against his shoulder.
“But, Zoey, this building has a lot of security. If someone breached the front doors with ill intent, Galar would be notified immediately, long before anyone managed to get to the roof. We would move to a safe location.”
“Where?” I ask, my voice trembling.
He points toward the stone wall, where the shower is mounted, and I notice for the first time, it’s not at the edge of the roof.
“The pool equipment is inside that enclosure, but it’s large enough to hide in, too, so I had it reinforced. It doubles as a safe room now. If we got word of someone invading this building, you and I would be totally secured in there before anyone even knew we were up here.”
An enormous weight lifts from my shoulders. Relief. He’s done everything he can to ensure I’m safe. And he did all of this before he ever collected me from the warehouse.
“I was out of town when you arrived on Venkoria, Little pet, but I was also working on improving the safety measures before I came to get you. I needed to hire extra staff, prepare that safe room, have eye hooks installed, order the chains, and many other things you haven’t seen yet. Nothing will ever happen to you.”
For the first time since I was taken from the space station, I give him a genuine smile. He did all this for me. Before he met me. That says a lot about how much he values me.
His return smile is just as broad. His face lights up. “Damn, you are so pretty, especially when you smile. I want to see that more often.”
My face flushes.
Suddenly, he spins around in the water so fast I get dizzy, and a giggle escapes me. When was the last time I laughed?
“Do that again,” he begs, spinning faster.
The giggles bubble out of me. I should be scared in this water, but instead, I feel an odd sense of freedom. Crazy since I’m leashed to the side of the pool. How is that freedom?
But it is. I’m free from the confines of the failing space station. I have been rescued. What if there isn’t a buyer for all the women? Will some of them get left behind?
I suppose the space station would remain operational for longer than predicted if there were fewer mouths to feed. But would there be enough people left to do all the work?
I can’t think about that now. I’m safe here, on a planet. Venkoria has oxygen I can breathe. I’ll get used to the gravitational pull soon, and then I won’t feel so heavy.
When Daddy stops spinning, I’m so dizzy that I’m swaying. He supports my head, though, as he leans in and murmurs in my ear, “There’s one more sound I want to hear from you, Little pet.” His voice is low and mysterious.
I have no idea what he’s talking about.
His hand that’s supporting my bottom moves between my legs from behind. He cups my pussy and strokes his fingers through my folds. “I want to hear you scream when I penetrate this tight cunt.”
I shudder. “Daddy…” He’s already put his finger inside me. It felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced, but he’s talking about his penis.
Daddy growls against my ear. “I can smell your arousal from under the water.” He pinches my clit, making me whimper. And then he releases the pressure just as fast. “But first, you need a swim lesson.”
I gasp. “Why do I need swim lessons, Daddy?” There’s no way he’s ever going to let me get in this water alone, nor is he going to release me while I’m in here.
“No one should be around a pool who isn’t completely water safe, Little pet. I will work with you every day to make sure you will not drown or even be scared of the water.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He grips my neck, holding my gaze. “But don’t ever come close to the edge without me, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Today, we’ll work on how to float on your back, how to hold on to the leash like a buoy, and putting your face in the water.”
I’m not looking forward to any of that, but I simply nod.