Chale

Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

Guilt eats me from the inside out as I lie in the kennel. Daddy left the room after trying to talk to me for a little while. I ignored him. I just can’t get over him calling me Little pet and treating me like an actual pet who has to crawl around and eat when told.

I love that he takes care of me, but him treating me like a dog makes me so annoyed.

I toss and turn once again as I try to settle in the kennel and fall asleep.

I should be sleeping by now, fast asleep and having good dreams, but I can’t seem to.

I shouldn’t have been as harsh as I was and ignored Daddy, but I couldn’t help it.

I’ve told him that I don’t like it when he calls me Little pet, yet he still does it.

Does he still see me as a pet and not a human being?

Will he ever see me as the woman I am?

“Little pet?” Daddy softly says as I hear his footsteps into the living room. “Are you okay?”

Tears pool in my eyes, and I quickly cover them with my hands. I was horrible to him, but he is still checking in on me.

“I don’t like that nickname,” I mumble.

“What was that?” Daddy opens the kennel door.

Is he really going to make me say it all over again? I said it to him last night, and this is how we got into this situation. Or does he really want to start it again so he can tell me it’s my fault?

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out without saying anything to him. If he wants to play at this, then I can as well.

“Little pet?” Daddy gently touches my shoulder.

I move my shoulder out of his grip, but Daddy just does it again.

“Talk to me,” he begins. “Communication is key in a relationship. We need to talk about misunderstandings so they don’t become even greater and cause more harm.”

My heart aches as he speaks. I know I should talk to him about it like the adult I am, but it’s so hard when he does everything that I don’t like.

“Can you turn around and talk to me?” Daddy asks. “I promise to listen.”

I turn my head slightly to look at him.

“Promise.” He smiles. “You can tell me what got you so mad last night, and we can talk it through.”

Before I can say anything, Daddy picks me up and carefully pulls me out of the kennel, holding me close as he walks over to the couch.

“After we talk, you can have a bottle,” he tells me.

Right then, my stomach grumbles ferociously, and my cheeks start turning red. I’ve gotten so used to him feeding me on a schedule that any deviation shows that I am hungry.

Daddy chuckles and runs his hands through my hair. “We’ll talk first, and then I’ll feed you. I don’t want to risk you getting tired after eating and not being able to talk. This is important, and it has to come first.”

I push my bottom lip out as I stare at him. Yet again, he is showing just how much he cares for me.

Why do I keep doubting him?

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to muster up the courage to tell him I don’t like the nickname.

But I can’t bring myself to do it. Every single time we have, we get into an argument, and I don’t want that right now.

Especially not when I’m on his lap, and there really isn’t any way for me to escape.

“I want you to talk freely but respectfully. I will listen to you,” he gently says. “Don’t be afraid to say something to me. Just say it respectfully, and we will be okay.”

Right. I can do that, can’t I?

“I’m all ears. Just tell me what you want to tell me.” He leans back on the couch, his hands still underneath my bottom to make sure I don’t fall.

Even when he looks so relaxed, he still tries to make sure I am safe.

I definitely don’t deserve him.

“Little pet?” Daddy calls out, his hand rubbing my bottom to gain my attention.

I glare at him. “I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Because I am not a pet. I am not a dog but a human being who…” I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I need to calm down. He has been calm so far, and I am the one getting worked up.

“Human being who?” Daddy prompts me.

“I’m a human being who has feelings,” I whisper. “Being called a pet is an insult. Pets are below humans, even if they are cute. It doesn’t make me feel good. It makes me feel like I am not worthy to be here since I am just a pet.”

I look at the ceiling and take another deep breath. This time, I try to keep the tears from coming. Now is not the time to cry in front of him. We need to have this conversation. If I start crying, he is going to want to take care of me.

“I didn’t know it made you feel like that,” Daddy mumbles. “Can I tell you why I call you that?”

I look at him. “Because you think that I am a pet you can order around, and I will do whatever you want me to?” I say before I can stop myself.

I sigh and lightly tap my lips a couple of times.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I whisper and look down at my hands.

Daddy lifts his hands and gently touches my chin, raising my head so we make eye contact again.

“Our first impression of humans was that they were going to be pets for us. We didn’t know anything about you and thought we would be able to teach you tricks, which we will still do.

That you’d be a companion for the rest of our lives.

We didn’t expect you to be so intelligent,” Daddy explains.

“I quite like the idea of you being my Little pet who follows me around everywhere I go and is always near. I know you are intelligent with feelings. Little pet is just a nickname, a term of endearment, since I like you so much. I don’t mean it as an insult… never.”

“Then?”

“I can find a different nickname if you want. But any other name may not be any better.” He cracks a smile. “I am quite fond of Little pet, though.”

I glare at him and shake my head. “I don’t like it, though. It makes me feel like I am nothing.”

He hums and cups my face with his hands. “Then I will find another name for you.”

“I don’t like you using my name, either,” I mumble and look away from him, partially embarrassed by that.

“Why?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders and continue not to look at him.

“Little one,” he gently says. “Talk to me. The only way for me to know why is if you tell me. I can’t read your mind, sadly.”

“You can’t?” I push my bottom lip out. “It would make things a lot easier if you could.”

Then I wouldn’t have to explain everything to him. But at the same time, then he would be able to hear my thoughts all the time and know if I wasn’t happy with him… and if I called him names in my head.

Yeah… I think it’s best that he can’t read my mind.

Saves my bottom from many spankings.

“Unfortunately, I can’t, so I need you to be a good girl and tell me what you are thinking and why you don’t like something.

While telling me that you don’t like something is enough, I want to know the reason.

Because sometimes the reason could be silly, and you might regret it later if we don’t talk it out,” Daddy explains.

I take a deep breath and nod.

“It just feels like you are scolding me or are going to be mad with me,” I honestly tell him.

“I don’t like it because it makes me feel like I am back on the space station and getting told to do my least favorite thing as a punishment because I didn’t eat all of my food or because another girl told on me for something that I did not do. ”

Daddy rubs his thumb against my cheek and smiles. “Then I won’t call you by your name unless you are in trouble. Then you’ll know.”

Nodding again, I lean into his right hand. Maybe talking things through isn’t such a bad thing after all. Maybe it really can solve anything, and we’ll be okay.

“Did they really punish you for not eating? And listening to someone else complain about something you didn’t do?” Daddy asks.

“They did.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “I don’t know about the meals. Maybe they thought I was wasting food, but I always gave it to someone else who was hungry.

I wasn’t ever hungry, and it didn’t sit well with me.

As for the other reason, she was the daughter of some high and mighty person from Earth, and I’m not so they believe her over me. ”

Which is not fair when you think about it, but there were a lot of things that weren’t right on the space station. There was a hierarchy, and I wasn’t at the top.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You have delicious food. And we have cameras and talk to each other. I won’t just blindly believe them. No one will on Venkoria.” Daddy kisses my forehead. “You are mine and I will believe you over others.”

“Really?”

Daddy nods. I relax even more, knowing that I won’t get wrongfully punished. It was something I had to constantly worry about on the space station. I had to be the best that I could be so the punishments wouldn’t be as severe. But even then, it didn’t matter much.

“Let’s feed you, and then we can snuggle all you want.” Daddy sets me on the couch and walks over to the kitchen.

I lean forward, wanting to be close to Daddy.

“Don’t you even think about getting off the couch,” Daddy scolds me.

“How did you know?” I whisper.

“Daddy has eyes in the back of his head. He knows whenever you are trying to do something naughty, and it isn’t going to work. Sit still for a couple more seconds, and I will be right back.” Daddy chuckles.

I rub my chest as I wait for Daddy. “Why do I not like being away from you?” I ask. “Why do I want to always be right next to you? Why do I have this connection with you?”

I always forget to ask these questions.

“Because we have a bond together. They injected you with my essence, which formed a bond between us, and you don’t like being away from me because the bond gets strained.

I don’t like it either. I want to always be close to you.

It’s something that we are going to have to live with the rest of our lives,” Daddy explains.

“Okay,” I reply.

Daddy comes and sits next to me, placing the bottle to the side and moving me so I’m lying down, my head in the crook of his arm.

“Such a beautiful Little one,” he whispers as he puts the nipple in my mouth.

I can’t be mad at him for having this done to me because he feels the exact same way as me.

“Just relax and suckle.” He smiles down at me.

I close my eyes and drink, enjoying being with Daddy.