Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
By the time Daddy finishes feeding me my last bottle for the night, I’m overheated from being snuggled against him, buried in the blanket. I don’t even have clothes on. Just a diaper. But he’s so warm and I’m cocooned.
“Daddy…” I whine.
He jerks his gaze to mine. “What’s the matter? Are you hurting anywhere?”
“No, Daddy. I’m too hot. Can you put me down?”
“Not a chance. Maybe not ever.” He shakes his head as he takes my bottle and carries me into the living room.
I can’t keep from giggling. “Daddy…”
“I’m serious. Do you have any idea how scared I was?” He sits in the middle of the couch, still cradling me.
“Yes, Daddy. I know you were scared, but it’s over now. I’m fine.”
“That fucker tasered you. He fucking tasered my girl.”
My breath hitches, and my eyes go wide. For one thing, Daddy never gets this upset, and he rarely cusses. I’ve learned a lot of new words since he purchased me, some of which are very colorful. Fucker is a strong one.
But what’s more important than his use of profanity is the fact that he called me his girl. Not his pet. His girl.
“Daddy…” I wriggle one arm free from the cocoon of blankets and cup his face.
He sets his hand over mine and slides my palm around to kiss it. “You’re my world, Isla. My entire life flashed before my eyes when I realized that man wanted to take you from me.”
“He couldn’t have. I was securely attached to you. He didn’t have a chance.” It doesn’t escape my notice that Daddy just called me by my name. My real name.
Daddy shakes his head. “He could have done something to knock me out or incapacitate me in some way.”
“I would have still been attached to you,” I point out.
“Until he cut off my hand,” Daddy growls.
I gasp. His imagery is not something I need.
His brow is furrowed, and his nostrils are flaring with every inhale. He’s upset, more than I’ve ever seen him. I’m not sure I’m capable of soothing him, but I have to try.
Before I can think of anything to say, he starts rambling.
“They’re going to increase security in the building, so those who don’t live here can’t get past the front desk without clearance.
My boss is arranging for two people to escort us from our apartment to work and back daily.
I’ll hire someone to increase the safety features inside our home. ”
I’m focused on the way he keeps indicating this apartment is “ours,” not just “his.” He’s never spoken like this before.
Suddenly, he’s giving me human qualities like “girl,” and including me in our relationship as an “us.” He even called me Isla.
It seems like there’s reason to hope he’ll stop constantly referring to me as a pet.
I’m now strong enough to push to sitting on his lap, and I shrug out of the tight blanket wrapped around me. I don’t even care that my chest is bare. In fact, I’m glad. I need more skin-on-skin contact with him.
I rise up and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, Daddy.” The words come out easily, even though the thought is a new one that has just snuck up on me.
Daddy tugs the blanket completely away from me and drops it onto the floor behind me, leaving me in nothing but my diaper. “I never in my life expected to understand the meaning of that emotion, but I love you, too, Isla.”
My heart soars. All my problems seem to fade into the background as this giant alien man holds me tight, rocking me, kissing my neck. Eventually, his lips make their way to mine, and I moan as he licks the seam of my mouth.
I part for him, letting his tongue in, wondering if it will grow in my mouth the way it grows when he puts it inside my pussy. He’s never kissed me on the lips before. It’s so much more intimate. I feel connected to him in a way I haven’t before.
I want more. I want to crawl inside him.
He’s demanding and overprotective. He keeps me collared and leashed. He forces me to use a diaper and take bottles. He treats me like a baby, or in this case, a pet.
But he adores me. I’ve never seen him so scared as he was when that man attacked us.
I doubt he’s ever been so frightened. His methods are unusual.
I don’t know how long it will take me to accept my fate.
Years probably. And I will always have lingering hopes that he will stop treating me like a pet.
I’m not a dog or a cat. I’m a human. But to him, an Earthling is a pet. From what I’ve read, the people on Earth had strong bonds with their pets. Sometimes, they loved them more than any other humans. They often treated them better than humans, too.
Is it like that for me with Daddy?
Does it matter?
Maybe I shouldn’t care why he loves me. It’s more important that he does. He can’t change that he thought he was buying a pet.
His huge hands roam up and down my back.
I press my breasts against his front, wishing he weren’t wearing a shirt. Squirming as he continues to kiss me as though our lives depend on it.
My full strength is back. I’m climbing him like a monkey, trying to wrap my arms and legs all the way around him, even though that’s not possible. He’s too big.
When his hands come to my diaper and remove it, I whimper.
He grabs my butt cheeks in his palms and hikes me closer to him, pushing my wet pussy against his shirt.
Suddenly, he growls low and deep, startling me as he turns to one side, breaks our kiss, and lowers me onto the couch cushion.
I’m panting as he yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it away. Then he’s lifting me again, careful to support my head out of what I know is an abundance of caution. It’s not necessary. I can hold my head up now.
And then I’m back in his arms, hauled into the same position, my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck. I rock my soaked folds against his abs, grinding my clit.
I’m so needy that I’m making unintelligible sounds into his mouth as he resumes kissing me. It’s me who breaks the kiss. “Daddy… Please…” I need him inside me. I’m ready.
He smiles and kisses my nose playfully. “What do you need, Little pet?”
I ignore the fact that he’s calling me a pet again. It’s okay. It’s a term of endearment, not an insult. He doesn’t mean it to demean me or make me feel inferior.
“Please, Daddy… I need your cock inside me.” My cheeks heat.
Having sex was not on my radar until I met this man.
Everything about my existence changed when the alien guards boarded my space station and kidnapped me from the only home I’d known for twenty years.
I hadn’t been outside that space station since the day I boarded it. None of us has.
And now I’m on a planet where there is natural gravity and solid ground. My anxiety should be reduced without having to worry about the ten million things that could have gone wrong on that space station to end my existence.
I’m safe here. Right? I’m at least safe from being sucked into space and disintegrating. I’m safe in this apartment because Daddy will never let anything happen to me.
I learned something else about him today. All the men I’ve seen have been giant, strong, and fit. But Daddy single-handedly took down that assailant while holding me with his other arm the entire time. He wasn’t just holding me. He was supporting my limp body and keeping my head from lolling back.
He’s in better shape than others. It’s difficult for me to see anything other than ginormous aliens, but they obviously have varying degrees of strength, and today, my Daddy’s came in handy.
Daddy tucks his hands under my arms and lifts me several inches so he can get his lips around one of my nipples. Moaning, he suckles as if I’m the tastiest treat he’s ever had.
I feel pretty. Sexy, even. Wanted. Adored. Cherished. Loved…
I’m trembling with need when he finally switches to the other nipple, treating it to the same sucking and flicking. He’s wicked with that tongue.
Suddenly, he flattens it against my breast, and it starts to vibrate.
I’m so incredibly aroused that I come instantly. My body jerks and pulses as I arch to grind my clit harder against his stomach.
Daddy switches sides, vibrating his tongue against my other nipple, forcing my orgasm to become two. I’m limp and weak when he releases me. The hard points are wet from his saliva and tingling.
My clit is throbbing, too. I came, but it wasn’t fully satisfying. I like it better when he thrusts into me with his tongue, and I’m going to like it even more when he fills me with his cock.
Daddy pulls me fiercely against him, rises, and strides from the room as if it’s on fire. The next thing I know, I’m on my back on his bed. He’s still standing, and he plants his hands on either side of me and stares into my eyes. “Are you fully in control of your body, Little pet?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” Between the taser, the adrenaline rush, and the orgasm, I’m back to my normal self.
“Are you ready to take my cock into your body?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I reach for him, needing him more than air.
“It will be tight, Little pet. It might hurt.”
I stroke his chest with my hands. “I know, Daddy. It’s okay.
” From what I understand, human women always experience some pain the first time they have sex.
I’m certain no man on Earth was as large as Lasim or any other Venkorian male, so this will be a tighter stretch than the human body was intended to endure, but I’ll survive.
I’ll do more than survive. It’s going to be euphoric. I already know this for sure.
I’m tingling with anticipation as I smooth my palms up to his shoulders. “Take your pants off, Daddy.”
He chuckles as he shoves back to standing, holding my gaze. “Such a bossy Little pet.”
I grin.
He removes the rest of his clothing before grabbing me under my arms and hauling me to the center of his giant bed.
“What if I get pregnant?” I don’t know why that thought popped into my mind. This is how women get pregnant. They have sex without protection. Am I ready for something like that? I remember Yamal mentioning that I couldn’t get pregnant on the first day I arrived, but I’m not sure what he meant.
“You can’t get pregnant from my seed, Little pet. Our species are not compatible enough. Probably because you’re far too small to carry my young. It would kill you.”
“Oh.” That’s a relief. The thought of having a baby doesn’t appeal to me.
It never has. I’ve never told a soul that.
At four years old, I was selected as a future incubator for the continuity of the human race.
I was meant to have as many babies as possible.
If the sperm on board the space station hadn’t been inadvertently destroyed, I would probably be pregnant right now.
There were a few flaws in the original plan, however. One of them was food supplies. The space station simply can’t support every adult on board for much longer, so how would it have sustained twice as many people or even four times as many once we all started giving birth?
The reality is that those who designed the space station had hoped that eventually the inhabitants would have been discovered and rescued or found a way to return to Earth.
Daddy holds my gaze with his intense one. “We’ll have each other for the rest of our lives, Little pet. It will be amazing.”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy, it will.” I believe him.
I also believe what we have will grow and evolve over time.
To some degree, I will always be his pet, but he already sees me as more of a sentient being than he originally did.
I’m capable of more than he gives me credit for, and that includes my feelings.
I’m deeply bonded to this man. I know it in my soul. I would wither and die if someone managed to take me away from him. If I were sent back to the space station, I would die. I don’t belong there anymore. I’m home, where I’m meant to be.