Chapter 10
TEN
“Have the other women I saw caged in that hideous, cold room been purchased?” I ask Daddy several days later. I’m sitting in his lap. He’s just finished feeding me a bottle. I fiddle with the front of his shirt as I ask, hoping I won’t displease him.
It’s not that he’s quick to anger. He’s mild-mannered.
But he doesn’t like me nagging him or posing questions out of turn.
If he doesn’t like my queries, he’ll give me a warning look and verbal reprimand.
If I persist, he’ll spank me. At least he gives me the opportunity to change my tune or apologize.
He narrows his gaze. “I assume so, Little pet, but it’s none of our business. I won’t be inquiring about them or arranging for you to see them, so get that out of your head now. You’re mine. The sooner you accept that you belong right here with me, the easier your life will be.”
I sigh. I have no idea how far I can push this topic, but I need to assert myself. If I let him steamroll me all the time, I’ll eventually feel resentful.
I decide to be brave and lift my gaze to his.
“I know you desperately want me to be a docile pet who obeys your every command, but I’m an intelligent being, Daddy.
I have thoughts and feelings and emotions.
I spent almost my entire life on that space station with those women.
I was rudely yanked from my home, drugged, and sold into slavery.
It’s human nature for me to be concerned about my friends.
I’ll never stop worrying about them. I was a leader among them.
I was one of the older girls shipped away from Earth.
At four years old, I took care of newborn babies, day in and day out.
There were no other options. They’re my family.
I miss them. I just want to know what has happened to them, Daddy. ”
I try to say all of that calmly but with enough emotion that he’ll understand how I’m feeling.
He turns me slightly toward him, leans me into a cradling position, and pops a pacifier in my mouth. It’s his way of telling me to shut up.
I’m kind of surprised when he rolls me against his chest and starts rocking me. He pats my bottom as if it’s time for a nap, but I woke up an hour ago.
For a long time, he rocks me in silence, and I begin to think he will totally ignore my request. Denying me information about my friends would be devastating in the long run, but pretending I didn’t ask about them would do a lot more damage to our relationship.
Lasim needs to understand that he’s going to have to give a little in this.
I’m not meek enough to take what he’s offering me for a lifetime and pretend everything is just great.
It doesn’t matter how many orgasms he gives me.
I can experience pleasure if I’m forced to and still boil deep inside as my resentment grows.
I can’t see his face from this position. He has rolled me so my cheek is against his neck, and he uses one hand to press my head in close.
Eventually, he clears his throat. “I’m not ignoring your feelings, Little pet. I’m simply processing them.”
I sniffle, relieved. This is a big step.
“Venkorians do not have the kind of relationships humans seem to have. We aren’t emotionally invested in each other.
We simply weren’t created that way. So I have no reference point.
It’s partly why our women live in separate communities.
We have no particular attachments that draw us to one another. ”
But he has that with me. I know he does. Good thing he plugged my mouth. It’s keeping me from speaking out of turn.
Luckily, he either reads my mind or recognizes our bond because he acknowledges that as he continues, “You’re the first being I’ve ever felt connected to.
Even though I met Luna when I visited Julan’s apartment, I couldn’t possibly have understood their dynamic.
She was simply an obedient Little pet sitting next to her Master while I talked with him.
Now that I have you, I’m going to assume that Julan and Luna have a bond similar to the one we have. ”
He keeps rocking me and patting my bottom. I remain still and quiet, letting him speak.
“You’ve blindsided me to a certain extent, Little pet. You’re far more intelligent than I anticipated. I find that I like it when you sass me or defy me. It gives me an excuse to put my palm on your naughty bottom. I suspect you like when I spank you, too; that’s why you tend to misbehave.”
I squirm at his inference. He’s not wrong. It’s possible I defy him in order to earn a spanking. It happens about once a day. It’s not a conscious effort, but almost.
“Our scientists developed the idea of injecting our pets with a serum of our own essence to help with the bonding process. I assume if you were a furry pet with limited cognitive abilities, you would trail along behind me and want to sit in my lap and have me stroke your fur all day. That’s what the serum was intended for. ”
His words are bone-chilling because, even though I’m not a furry house pet, I find myself wanting to trail along behind him. I don’t like us to be separated, and I would be content sitting in his lap while he petted me. The serum has done its job.
“What our scientists didn’t do was research the intelligence of your species before injecting several of you and proceeding as normal.
Another side effect is that the bond goes both ways.
Even though I was not injected with your essence, the serum you received that causes you to feel drawn to me is ensuring the opposite is also true.
I’m just as magnetically connected to you as you are to me. ”
Is he? It seems like it, but I can’t be sure.
He chuckles and lowers me into the crook of his arm to meet my gaze.
“I hate leaving you in a room, even to use the bathroom. I find myself having difficulty focusing on my work because my attention is on you all the time. I don’t care if all you’re doing is reading; I want to watch. I’m mesmerized by your every move.”
Wow. It’s huge that he’s willing to share this with me. I’m surprised. I’m also grateful. He’s showing me a tender emotional side I wasn’t entirely sure existed. I suspect he wasn’t aware of it before I arrived, either. This is huge.
“Then there’s the sexual aspect of our relationship. It wasn’t altogether unexpected. I saw the way Julan looked at Luna. His expression mirrored the way I now look at you. Like he wanted to devour her.”
I blush, smiling behind my pacifier.
“Your scent drives me crazy. I want to lick your cunt all the time. I love the power I have to make you scream with pleasure. It’s so satisfying.”
My pussy creams at his words. Granted, I’m always living with a low-level arousal, but sometimes it’s more intense than others. Right now, his words are making me very horny.
He chuckles. “You like it when I eat your pussy, too, don’t you, Little pet?”
I nod my agreement, but he doesn’t need me to. He knows.
“I suspect your pussy is ready to accept my cock at any time. I’ve been stretching you more every day.
One day soon, I’ll fully claim your body, and it will change everything between us.
I can feel it in my soul. It will bond us deeper than we already feel.
It’s hard to imagine what that could possibly look like.
A deeper connection than we have now? I’ll admit it almost frightens me. ”
I stop sucking and simply stare at him. I didn’t think anything scared him. My Daddy’s always so firm and in control. He’s never shown me this side of him.
He cups my face gently with one hand, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “You’re so pretty. Every inch of your precious body. I think you were made for me. Our bond is so powerful that I don’t want to share you. I don’t ever want to leave this apartment.”
I swallow at his intensity. I can’t believe he’s admitting all of this to me.
“We’ll have to, of course. I have responsibilities. Soon, we’ll need to go to my office. I’m glad it’s in this building and that I can take you with me, but I’m still not looking forward to it. The thought of taking you out of these rooms gives me anxiety.”
Stunned is too mild a word to describe how I’m feeling.
“I say all of this because I need you to understand why I hate the idea of exposing you to other people. I can’t avoid the doctor, but other than Yamal, I’d rather not introduce you to another living soul.
I don’t want them to see what we have. I don’t want anyone to take one look at us and decide they want what belongs to me.
I’m worried that people will recognize our connection and pay too close attention to you. ”
He thinks someone might try to kidnap me, and that thought is disturbing. His level of concern on that topic makes me tremble.
“To get back to your question, I’m not inclined to share you with anyone, including your friends.
I won’t say I will never change my mind.
I might. But for now, you will accept my answer.
No. No meeting up with other pets. No interactions at all.
I won’t even inquire about them on your behalf because if I were to provide you with a few details, one question would lead to two and then a hundred. ”
I try not to let his response upset me. He didn’t say never. But it’s hard to remain impassive while he turns down my request.
“You will focus on being a good Little pet. I want your energy to go toward pleasing me. I don’t want your thoughts straying to your human friends. Your focus should be on me.”
He’s being very self-centered, but I can’t deny that I understand. After all, I also want his focus on me. It’s like I’m now wired to crave his constant affection. Every hour of the day.
I try to picture what it would be like if we had a guest over and he diverted his attention to the other person. Already, I feel stressed when he’s on the phone or focused for a while on his computer. I find myself jealous of whoever has his attention. Apparently, he feels similarly.
“There may come a day when I lighten up on my demands, but for now, they are firm. When we go to my office, I will put you in a kennel next to my desk. I’ve received word that Julan goes to extreme measures to ensure his Little pet’s safety, and I will put some of those into play for you.
We will use leashes that are not easily removable and attach you to me.
You’ll spend most of your time locked inside your kennel.
I won’t take risks with your safety, Little pet. ”
The blood drains from my face. A kennel?
Like a cage? Granted, the bed he makes me sleep in is pretty much a cage.
It’s like a crib, but with slats on the top and sides.
In a way, it’s also a cage. I try not to think about it.
He only puts me in there to sleep. When he does, he always locks me inside.
I tend to block that out of my mind because it’s too much to process. Instead, I think of it as my bed, a place where I’m secure, where no one can get to me. It’s my safe place.
But it is a cage. Just because he’s lined it with a mattress and blankets doesn’t make it less of a prison cell.
“Don’t worry, Little pet. I’ll fill your kennel with all kinds of entertaining toys and plenty to read.” He strokes my cheek, but I’m close to hyperventilating.
Luna stays in a cage at her owner’s office? This is what’s expected of me, too?
“It’s for your safety and my peace of mind, Little pet,” he continues as if further explanation will calm me down. It won’t.
How will I survive this new twist?