Chapter 6
SIX
What did Yamal do to me?
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers in my ear. “Daddy’s got you. Nothing is going to happen. Yamal just gave you something to calm down. You may not be able to move much, but you are safe.”
What is he talking about that I may not be able to move much? I can’t move at all. Is this some type of sick torture? Is he going to bring me to the window and force me to look out?
“I’m going to hold you and let your mind calm down some more, and then we’ll go through with the check-up.” Daddy holds me impossibly closer to him. “And that will never be a punishment. You throwing up because you are so scared is not good, and we are not going to make that a habit at all.”
My mind slowly starts to relax with that information. I would not have been able to survive this if he had put it as a punishment.
“Has she been this nervous the whole time?” Yamal asks. “Or was it just about heights?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him pulling out a notepad. What is he doing?
“She was nervous when I set her down to do something. But it hasn’t been this bad. I think she was nervous that it would be a punishment, like you saw, and needed reassurance that it wouldn’t be. I’ll be keeping the curtains closed so she doesn’t have to see,” Daddy explains.
“She won’t get her sun or get accustomed to the brightness,” Yamal points out.
“Then we will go outside more often where we are closer to the ground,” Daddy replies. “I will not have her throwing up every single time we are close to the window. She is already small to begin with. I will not have my Little companion losing weight and getting sick.”
“I wasn’t implying that.” Yamal raises his hands in the air. “I was just trying to figure out if I needed to prescribe anti-anxiety suppositories.”
“We will take some. Just in case you aren’t in the building and I need to calm her down,” Daddy nods.
“They will take several minutes to work, but they are pretty fast-acting. Put one into her and keep your finger in there for a couple of minutes to make sure that she doesn’t push it out.
If one doesn’t work, you can give her a second one.
If two don’t work, call me and we will figure something else out,” Yamal explains as he writes something on the pad.
“I’ll have the suppositories delivered this afternoon.
The shot should work for another several hours. ”
Suppositories? What is Yamal talking about? He can’t mean…
“Yes, Little companion. These pills will go up your bottom. it is the only way you will be taking medicine. Unless it’s an emergency like now.” Daddy pulls me back slightly and holds my head up.
“Are you ready to put her down for her exam?” Yamal asks.
I try to struggle in Daddy’s arms as he walks over to the table. I don’t want to be on the table. I don’t want to be looked over.
“No,” I mumble, but my arms are limp.
Daddy sets me on the cold table, and my body immediately starts to shake as the chill seeps into my skin. Teeth chattering, I look at Daddy, begging him with my eyes to pick me up again.
“You’re okay,” he whispers as he places a hand on my chest, warming me slightly. “Daddy is right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
That isn’t the problem, though. Well, it is part of it, but I am freezing cold.
“We’ll place a blanket over her and move it whenever I need to look at something,” Yamal offers. “Do you have a blanket close by?”
“Yes, we used one while we were walking here,” Daddy replies, his hand leaving my chest. “I’ll go get it.”
Whimpering, I cry out to Daddy, but he doesn’t stop. He continues out of my line of sight, leaving me alone with Yamal who I don’t know.
“You’re okay. Your owner is going to come back soon with a blanket,” Yamal murmurs. “Everything is going to be okay.”
But everything isn’t okay. Daddy isn’t with me, and I feel this pull toward him that I need him close to me at all points.
“Here you are.” Daddy places a blanket across my body. My body starts to slowly warm up with the soft material over me.
“I’ve never seen a connection this strong between human and Venkorian,” Yamal points out.
“There are only two of us.” Daddy rolls his eyes.
“Yes, but Luna didn’t seem as deeply connected with Julan as your girl is with you. She was whimpering and crying out for you. She had tears in her eyes, and her body started to shake more,” Yamal lists off.
I hadn’t even realized I was shaking. My mind was on Daddy and wanting him back. I shouldn’t want this, not when I don’t even know him or what he really wants with me. I should try to get away from him and everyone on this planet.
But where would I go?
I have nowhere to run to and no clothes to wear. I will freeze if I try to leave the building by myself. Even with Daddy holding me close to him and a blanket around me, I was getting cold.
“Don’t even think about running away.” Yamal raises his eyebrow. “There is a GPS tracking device in your collar that will tell your Daddy wherever you are. You will be found and punished.”
I open and close my mouth several times before settling down. I didn’t realize there was a tracking device in the collar, and I have no way of getting it off. Daddy told me early on that there isn’t a way to get it off, that it’s staying on me forever.
Forever.
“My Little companion wouldn’t think of running from me. She knows she wouldn’t like the consequences. She knows I’ve paid for her, so she is mine and no one else’s,” Daddy squeezes my hand.
Right.
I want to bite back at Daddy and tell him I’m not his Little companion, but exhaustion weighs down on me even worse than before. I don’t remember a time when I’ve had this much going on in my life, and it’s taking a toll on me.
“Let’s get through this quickly. Then I’ll feed her and put her down for a nap.” Daddy runs his hands through my hair as he talks to Yamal. “She looks absolutely exhausted.”
“I’ll be taking a urine sample, taking her temperature, and checking other vitals,” Yamal tells Daddy. “Can you strap her down? The straps go under the blanket, so if I need to move it, I can do so easily.”
Straps?
Daddy takes the blanket away from me, and before I can say anything, Daddy and Yamal start pulling straps over my wrists and torso, keeping me in place. I clench my legs together as I look around, wide-eyed.
“What are you doing?” My voice even sounds exhausted.
“We are putting straps over you so you don’t move when Yamal is looking at you. We also don’t want you to fall off the table,” Daddy explains.
“I don’t like it,” I mumble.
“You are going to have to get used to it. This will be common practice whenever I change your diaper. I want you safe at all times, and this will guarantee that you are safe and won’t roll off.
” Daddy gives me a pointed look. “Continue to fight against them, and I will turn you over without a second thought and punish you.”
I stay silent as Yamal sits at the end of the table, right where my legs are.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Yamal asks.
I shake my head and close my eyes. Why is he asking me if I need to pee or not?
“Why don’t you feed her while I take her temperature and look over some other things. That will help her need to go pee, so I can collect a sample and see if anything is wrong.” Yamal talks to Daddy, ignoring me completely. “I’m going to take her diaper off.”
I clench my legs together as tightly as I can. They are not going to take my diaper off me.
“My mouth is up here,” I tell them. “You can take my temperature without taking my diaper off.”
“On Venkoria, the only way we take temperatures is through the bottom. It’s the most accurate way,” Yamal informs me. “Now, are you going to kick so I need to tie down your legs, or are you going to be a good girl and allow me to take it without a fuss?”
“You fight him and your bottom will be red while your legs are restrained so you can’t move them.” Daddy’s low voice rumbles.
I still and shake my head. “I won’t cause any problems,” I quietly whisper.
“Good girl.” Daddy leans down and kisses my forehead.
They should just knock me out so I’m not awake for this.
It’s going to take everything in me not to fight Yamal on this.
And Daddy. I want to demand that they let me out of this and, but I stay silent.
The small piece of me wants to please Daddy in everything I do, and this is one of those instances.
“Open your legs,” Yamal commands.
I take a deep breath and don’t move. Am I really going to do this?
“Little companion.” Daddy’s voice rumbles as he towers over me.
I open my legs slightly, and Yamal pushes them further apart. Even with the diaper on, I feel completely exposed.
Yamal starts to take the diaper off, and I bite my lip, not wanting to push my thighs together and get in trouble. Tears pool in my eyes as I feel the cold air hit my sex.
Whimpering, I look up at Daddy. “Please,” I push my lower lip out.
He grips my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he runs his other hand through my hair. “Everything is going to be okay. Yamal is going to check your temperature, and I’m going to feed you.”
Feed me?
“Can you hand me the bottle next to you?” Daddy asks Yamal.
My eyebrows bunch together as a bottle of cream looking liquid fills my vision. He expects me to drink out of that?
“This has everything you need in it.” Daddy smiles.
“I would give her that for a couple of days so she becomes more dependent on you and then you can introduce kibble.” Yamal touches my ankle and I jerk away, ignoring his words. “You are going to feel some my fingers on you now.”
I open and close my mouth several times before I decide to shut my legs. Daddy gives me a disapproving look, and silence fills the room.
“You have three seconds to open your legs before I turn you over and spank your bottom.” Daddy raises an eyebrow.
I don’t open my legs though.
“One.”
My eyes go wide. I didn’t actually think he was going to count.
“Two.”
I open my legs, giving Yamal a pleasant look at me. My face heats, and I close my eyes. Mortification. That is all I am feeling right now.
“You’re doing amazingly,” Yamal praises me.
“Next time, I won’t count,” Daddy whispers in my ear.
I suck in a breath and look at Daddy. His expression is serious. He is still holding the bottle in his free hand while his other hand is holding mine.
“Why don’t you start feeding her?” Yamal suggests. “It will help her keep everything off her mind.”
I highly doubt that.
“I want you to drink all of this. It is good for you.” Daddy smiles at me. “I’ll hold your head up a little. If you need to take a break, wrinkle your nose and I’ll pull the bottle away from you.”
As I open my mouth to tell him I don’t want it, he quickly pops the nipple in.