Chapter 4
FOUR
“What’s wrong, Little companion?” Daddy asks.
I cling on tighter, not daring to speak with the man behind Daddy. No. He will be able to understand me, and I don’t know who he is or what he wants. Is Daddy going to share me with him?
I pull away from, my eyes wide as saucers as I stare at him. “I don’t want to be shared. I don’t want to have anyone else touch me. I don’t want this.”
His eyebrows pull together. “What are you talking about?”
My mouth falls open. Is he just playing dumb, or does he really not know?
“Little companion, I suggest you tell me what you are talking about before I spank you right here and now.” His voice drops an octave.
“The man behind you!” I shout, not caring at this point. “I don’t want to be shared. I don’t want him to stick his tongue in me and give me pleasure. I just want it from you!”
My whole face heats as the Telerail goes quiet and everyone stares at me. Before Daddy can say anything, I dive back into his chest, pain exploding as I hit his chest really hard. Whimpering, I bring my right hand up and start massaging the area as I hide from everyone's eyes.
“You will not be shared,” Daddy replies. “No one else but I will put my tongue in your hole and give you pleasure. I’m glad you only want it from me.”
My whole body freezes when I realize I yelled that. I didn’t mean to give up that much information.
Mortification fills my body. I need to hide and never show my face again, especially to Daddy. Nope. I can’t do this anymore.
“As for everyone else on here, they are just curious as to who and what you are,” Daddy explains. “There are only two of you on our planet right now, and everyone wants to know what you are. But I won’t let them touch you.”
My body relaxes a little.
“I don’t want you to touch me,” I lie.
Daddy chuckles.
He actually chuckles.
“You are lying. We both know you want me to. Your body is practically begging me right now to touch you,” he purrs in my ear.
“It is not!” I pull away and glare at him.
“The way your hips are moving ever so slightly,” he gently says.
That’s when I realize that my hips are moving a little. His hand is placed on my bottom, and unknowingly, I’ve been grinding, wanting his hand to slip a little further down and bring me pleasure.
Mortification fills me as I stare at him. I didn’t even realize that I was subconsciously moving. So much is changing in a short amount of time, and I can’t keep up.
“What have you done to me?” I whisper.
He has to have done something to me for me to act like this. I’ve never in my life rubbed against someone. I’ve never given myself pleasure before. Didn’t know what it was before he came into my life.
He cocks his head to the side. “What have I done to you?”
Frustration grows inside of me as he repeats my question. Is this how it’s always going to be? Him repeating my questions to get out of answering them? I’m not going to allow him to get away with it.
“You look so cute all angry, Little companion,” he purrs.
“I’m not your Little companion,” I say through clenched teeth, feeling even more annoyed now. Does he not understand that I’m not a pet and will never be a pet? I’m a human being who can take care of myself.
Daddy cups my face with one hand, slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth, successfully calming me down. I hold onto that frustration, not wanting him to win, but with each rub, he slowly gets rid of everything but contentment.
“Shhh, good girl,” he praises.
I want to be mad at him, but he knows what he’s doing.
Has he done this before? But he said we are the only two on this planet, and everyone is curious about what and who we are.
Which means they haven’t had anyone like us, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t had another species that they’ve toyed with.
“What have you done to me?” I ask again, pulling back from his touch.
I can’t think when he is touching me. It’s like he has a spell over me, and I can’t think or do anything for myself. It scares me beyond belief, and I don’t know how I am going to survive when he is very adamant that he will touch me all the time.
Ever since he came into the room, he has been touching me somewhere. Does he know, or does he just want to keep me close since he bought me?
“I don’t like it when you pull away from me.” His voice is low, threatening.
Freezing on the spot, I stare at him as a shiver makes its way through me.
“When I touch you, you will not pull away. When I place you somewhere, you will not move from that spot. Do you understand?” he asks.
I don’t say anything. I want to disagree with him and tell him he can’t tell me what to do, but at the same time, everything in me wants to say, yes, Daddy, and move on. There is a part of me that wants to please him in every way.
That’s not like me.
I’ve never had this urge to go out of my way and please a man like this. Granted, I’ve never been around a male before, but even with the headmistresses, I’ve never wanted to please them like I want to him.
“Do you understand?” he repeats, grabbing hold of my chin and bringing my focus back to him.
“Or else what?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He eyes my face and his lip tugs up. I know it and he knows it. Hell, everyone in the Telerail probably knows that I am scared right now. Do I really want to know the answer to my own question?
“There will be consequences,” he replies.
“Like?” I ask, feeling a little more confident this time.
“Spanking, giving you pleasure but not letting you come, putting you in a corner, placing you in your kennel, turning off your collar so you can’t understand anything around you.” He lists several things.
My mouth hangs open as I look at him in horror. He’s spanked me before, and I didn’t like it one bit, but all those other things I’ve never experienced. And if it’s anything like getting spanked… I don’t want to go through them.
“That’s what I thought,” he hums. “When I tell you something, you do it. I am your Daddy, and you will do as I say.”
I open and close my mouth several times but ultimately keep it shut, not saying anything. My mind goes over all the punishments he said he would give me, and my eyes go wide.
Wait.
“Kennel?” I whisper.
He hums once again and cocks his head to the side. “That is where you will be sleeping. When you are bad, I will put you in there.”
I blink several times as I search his face, trying to see whether he is really telling the truth or not. But his face doesn’t even twitch as he looks right back at me.
“You can’t be serious,” I reply.
“I am. You will see in a couple of minutes.” He guides my head back to his chest.
I push against his hand, not wanting to miss anything.
“It is going to be far too bright for you,” he tells me. “You will keep your face in my neck so you don’t hurt your eyes. If you try and sneak a peek, you will get into trouble. Don’t think I won’t punish you. I’ve already spanked you.”
Grumbling under my breath, I feel us come to a stop and Da—, I have to stop saying that name. Raydn holding me starts to walk again. I will not call him Daddy in my head. That is another way for him to win, and I’m not going to allow that.
“We are going to take a short ride to the building and then you may look again,” he explains as he keeps his hand firmly against the back of my head, almost like he doesn’t trust me.
I can hear several different people talking, and all of a sudden, goosebumps litter my whole body. I snuggle closer to his body.
Why is it so cold here?
“We are almost to the vehicle,” he informs me. “Then you’ll be all warm.”
I shouldn’t have shown him that I was getting cold, but it came so suddenly and I had no time to prepare myself.
“Home,” Daddy said as he sits down and warmth envelopes me. “You may look a little. The windows are tinted, so your eyes will be okay.”
I pull my head back as he lets his hand drop to my back and look at the small box we are in. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Daddy runs his hands over my skin and hums. “No wonder you are so cold. Your skin is so thin, it doesn’t do anything for your body,” he says and shakes his head. “Daddy will have to keep a close eye on you.”
“I don’t need to be watched like a pet,” I retort.
“You do need watching. I will not have you harming yourself or trying to get away,” he replies.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, a deep voice rumbles.
“We are here.”
I look around, trying to find who it belongs to, but Daddy guides my head back to his neck before he gets out. He doesn’t push my head against his neck like last time, so I keep my eyes open and realize it’s darker than in the moving box.
“We are almost there,” he tells me.
He steps into another metal box, presses a button, and we move. I hold onto him tighter, squeezing my legs around his waist as we travel upward. What is this thing?
“Welcome home.”
After we leave the lifting box, I turn my head and take everything in.
It’s so spacious and clean. There isn’t anything on the walls and only a couple of different pieces of furniture in the big room.
I’ve never seen anything like it. Granted, I’ve only lived in the space station, but Luna told me some stories she heard about big cities around Earth.
“Luna?” I turn my head toward Daddy. I want to keep looking around, but I need to know whether she is okay or not.
“You will be able to see a lot of Venkoria through this window,” he tells me as he carries me farther into the room, ignoring what I said. “This is where you are going to live.”
My eyes follow his, and my mouth hangs open as I look outside. We are so far away from the ground. Gripping his neck tighter, I push my head into his chest and take a shaky deep breath in.
“What’s wrong, Little companion?” Daddy asks.
“No heights,” I mumble into his chest.
On the space station, I didn’t like looking out the few windows we had because we didn’t have anything around us. It scared me to know that at any moment we could fall and die. Now it’s even worse with how clear the window is.
Any time we walked close to one of the windows on the space station, I always took a deep breath and didn’t look.
I made sure that I was oblivious so I didn’t get all nauseous and vomit.
How did I become so scared of heights? I don’t know, but it’s been this way since the first time I looked outside the space station.
Daddy’s hands wraps around my body, holding me even closer to him as he walks away from the window.
“Are you afraid of heights?” he asks.
I nod and take a breath in. I don’t want to ever go back to that window. It’s almost like I could fall right through it, straight to my death.
“There is nothing to be scared of,” he gently says. “The glass is super strong and can hold my weight against it. See?”
Daddy moves once again, and my eyes go wide as he starts to lean back. Tears form in my eyes, rolling down my face.
“No!” I scream, pushing against his chest.