Chapter 19
NINETEEN
It’s a long morning. I can’t focus, and who could blame me? Even when I try to lie on the giant, fluffy pillow Daddy put in the playpen, I can’t stop squirming. The glass dildo doesn’t let me forget it’s there.
I nearly died on the spot when he slid it inside me.
He said that since I wanted to stand so badly, I could do so while he thrust the dildo into my body.
And that’s exactly what he did. He made me suck it into my mouth to get it wet—as if that were necessary—and then pushed it inside me so far that I rose onto my toes.
I held my breath while he attached the straps to it, securing everything around my waist so it wouldn’t fall out.
I’ve never been so aroused, and though I’ll never tell him this, I’m the most horny when I pee while wearing the stupid fake cock.
Who am I kidding? He knows. He’s never smirked so much since I met him. I don’t know how he manages to get any work done. He sits at that giant desk all day, talking on the phone and doing things I don’t understand on his computer.
I’m not allowed to make a single noise while Daddy works. He impressed that upon me yesterday when he started back full-time. I don’t dare break that rule. I can’t imagine what he would do to punish me if I interrupted him on a call.
In order to help me remember to remain mute, he lets me have a pacifier all day. I’m beyond addicted to it now. He takes it away when he’s not working, but there’s no doubt I’m out of sorts without it.
Daddy takes a break at lunch to eat and feed me. He holds me on his lap, bouncing me intentionally, because he knows the dildo is driving me bonkers.
It’s midafternoon when a loud noise fills the room. An alarm.
My first instinct is to sit upright, panic racing through me. I heard this sort of warning on the space station. It happened whenever there was a potential crisis, so everyone would show up to fix the problem and avoid catastrophic failures.
My heart is racing as Daddy’s phone rings seconds after the alarm starts blaring. I can’t hear him, but I don’t like the look on his face.
I’m wondering if there’s a fire. The alarm on this planet obviously doesn’t signal the sort of possibilities we had on the space station.
There’s no concern for a hole in the building.
Even if a window blew out, we would still have oxygen.
There’s no fear of getting sucked into space.
No worry of cold or heat or drowning or anything I can think of, besides fire.
Daddy’s face is tight as he sets the phone down, leaps up, and grabs me from the playpen. I expect him to cover me and carry me from what must be a burning building, but instead, he sets me on the floor in front of his desk, reaches under the center, and touches something under the desktop.
I jump as the back of the crawlspace opens up. The place where his knees rest while he’s sitting at the computer. There’s a small door, and now it’s swinging out.
Daddy sets a hand on the back of my neck. “The siren is a breach in the building. You need to hide, Zoey. Climb inside and pull the door closed. No one will find you in there. Do not come out for any reason until I open the door. Understood?”
The pacifier falls out of my mouth as I gasp. “Daddy…” My voice wavers. I don’t want to crawl into that tiny cabinet. I’m scared.
He bends down and kisses me. “Go, Little pet. Now. I promise you’ll be safe.”
It’s the urgency in his expression and voice that propels me to crawl under the desk and into the small space. Small is the operative word. It’s just big enough for me if I pull my knees up to my chin and turn my shoulders slightly to one side.
I try not to panic as I grab the lever and pull the door closed, though it’s not necessary. Daddy is pushing it at the same time.
It’s a tight space. Ingenius. No one would ever look at this desk and suspect there could be a hidey-hole underneath it. A Venkorian would never fit in here. It was obviously designed for me.
Thankfully, there are tiny holes along the top of the back, which allow enough natural light in to keep me from completely losing my mind.
I cover my ears. The noise is still a constant screech. I’m grateful for the ribbon Daddy attached to my pacifier because the soothing nipple is dangling between my breasts, and I can pop it into my mouth.
So loud.
I hear voices. Daddy is talking to someone. They have to shout over the constant din, but I don’t think they are angry. It’s probably Galar. He would have been positioned outside the apartment in the hallway, as usual.
What does it mean that there was a breach in the building?
Someone got inside who might try to steal me?
What will that person do if they come to the apartment and can’t find me?
Obviously, I must be in here somewhere. Won’t they just keep searching until they find me? Will they kill Daddy before they do so?
I rock back and forth, concentrating on remaining completely quiet. I don’t think the wood is creaking. And besides, who could hear me over that piercing sound?
Tears fall silently down my face as the minutes tick by.
I tell myself not to panic over and over.
There’s no need. No one can get to me in here.
They will not find me. Even if they searched for a day, they would still be stymied.
Eventually, someone would come and take out the bad guys, and I would be rescued.
But Daddy… I’m so scared for him. Does he have any weapons?
Are there other men in the building who protect him?
I don’t know much about this building. I barely saw anything when we arrived.
Daddy covered me entirely until we were in this apartment.
All I’ve seen since I’ve been here is the world below me from out the window and the rooftop garden.
Minutes turn into an hour. I wet myself more than once because I’m so stressed. I wish someone could tell me what’s happening. But I understand why they can’t.
How often might something like this happen? It’s too stressful to contemplate.
After an interminable length of time, the alarm stops. For a moment, I think maybe I’m imagining it. My ears are still ringing. But a few minutes later, the door of my hideout opens.
At first, I’m scared someone else found me, but then I see Daddy on his knees, reaching for me, and I’m so relieved I start crying.
Everything hurts as I crawl out of the small space. My arms and legs don’t want to hold me as I get out from under the desk.
Daddy backs out and helps me, reaching for my trembling body.
As soon as I’m free, he snatches me off the floor, pulls me into his arms, and stands.
“I’m so sorry, Little pet.” He rushes from the main room and into his bedroom, where he lowers me gently onto his giant bed as if I’m fragile porcelain.
“Are you okay, Zoey? Does anything hurt?”
Wincing, I stretch out my arms and legs. I have to spit out the pacifier to answer him. “I’m okay, Daddy. Just sore.”
He leans over me, kissing my face in a million places. “I’m so proud of you. You did so well, Little pet. You were very quiet.”
“I was scared, Daddy. What happened?”
“Someone got into the building through the airshaft. One of the guards in the underground garage saw him on the surveillance camera and set off the alarm. It took a very long time to find him. He’s been caught now.”
“Was he here for me?” My voice is shaking.
“I don’t know yet, Little pet, but it doesn’t matter. He could have been here to rob someone or even attempt to kill someone. Anytime there’s a breach like that, we will not take any chances. You’ll go into the crawlspace immediately and wait.”
I shudder. “It was so small and tight and scary.”
His brows furrow deeply. “I know, Little pet. And I’m very sorry. The hiding place needs to be small, so it’s undetectable. Only an extremely astute person could guess that the space under my desk isn’t quite deep enough.” He rubs my arms and legs and then my shoulders.
I wince because my shoulders and neck were the most cramped.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “I’m so very proud of you,” he repeats several times.
“I know you don’t want something like that to happen very often.
I can assure you, measures are already being put into motion to seal off that entrance to the building.
No one will be getting in through the airshafts in the future. ”
There are so many other possibilities. If a person were determined enough, they could come in through the front door of the apartment complex, gun raised.
But I need to shake that thought out of my head.
It will do me no good to worry about being kidnapped all the time. The likelihood is so very slim.
“Do you need to go back to work, Daddy?” I hope not because I want him to hold me.
“No, Little pet. Not today.” He reaches for the zipper on the front of my jammies. “I’m all yours for the rest of the afternoon. And I think it’s time to show you how much I love you.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “You love me?” My lips quiver.
“More than anything in the world.”
“But… I’m just a pet,” I murmur.
He hesitates, holding the zipper in his fingers.
“Zoey, you are so much more than a pet. You are my life companion. My mate. I’m going to fill your womb with my seed, showing you how much I care for you.
I’m going to do so every day of your life to remind you that you’re loved.
Cherished. The most important being I’ve ever come into contact with. ”
Tears run down my temples. I’m so happy that I can’t even respond.
Daddy removes the rest of my clothes and diaper. He cleans me up before tossing everything aside and bending to reverently plant a kiss at the top of my pussy.
“You’re mine, Little pet. Mine to take care of.
Mine to worship. Mine to adore. I know you don’t understand the ways of my society, but you’ll learn to embrace our customs. Eventually, you’ll find comfort in being my pet.
You’ll forget your need for independence and rely on me to take care of all your needs.
And one of those needs will be having your pussy filled regularly. ”
I whimper at his announcement. I’m so looking forward to him being inside me.
I should be in a total panic. His erection is going to be much larger than my body was designed to take.
But I trust him to prepare me, and I look forward to the increased connection I know we will have once we’ve been intimate like that.
“I love you, Zoey,” he repeats before he claims my lips with his own.