Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I’m infuriated with his assessment. I’m not incontinent. I was forced to go heaven-only-knows-how-long without using a bathroom, and then giant aliens nearly scared me to death. Anyone would have peed themselves.
FIVE
It seems Yamal is finally done when he steps away.
I’m too nervous and curious not to twist my head and watch him head to the cabinets lining one wall. He opens one, removes something, and returns, holding it out for Lasim.
“What’s this?” Lasim asks as he takes the odd item from the doctor.
As far as I can tell, it’s nothing but a black, vinyl-covered square. It’s about four inches across and two inches thick. On closer inspection, I realize it has an elastic band on one side. Yamal helps Lasim slip his fingers under the elastic so that the square rests in his palm. I think it’s padded, like a small pillow.
“It’s a powerful vibrator,” Yamal informs Lasim. “It will activate with pressure from your palm. It’s helpful, no matter what your Little pet is capable of without it. If she’s extremely sensitive, you can use it to punish her. On the flip side, if she has trouble reaching orgasm, you can use it to help her. Sometimes you might use it for edging or denial, or because you don’t have time for any other options. The possibilities are endless.”
Lasim slowly smiles.
I, on the other hand, have not one single clue what the doctor said. It’s like the translator was broken. I didn’t pick up on many of the words, no matter how hard I strained. Vibrator? Orgasm? Edging?
Lasim steps between my legs. They’re still awkwardly restrained so that my ankles are pushed close to my hips, though I’ve pulled my knees closer together since Lasim released me.
“Legs wider, Little pet,” he demands, moving closer to my…pussy. With the black object in one palm, he brings his other fingers to my core. He gently strokes my naked folds.
I whimper at the renewed contact, concerned by the look in his eyes. Devious, narrowed, ominous. What is he going to do with that thing?
I can’t bring myself to part my knees as far as he undoubtedly wants. Self-preservation. They are wide enough for him to lift his free hand and swat my pussy.
I yelp, lifting my head and back clear off the table as the air is knocked out of my lungs.
“Knees as wide as you can part them unless you want me to swat your naughty pussy again, Little pet,” he admonishes.
I jerk my legs as far as I can, my private parts pulsing from the sting.
Lasim sets a palm on my tummy. “That’s better. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it. It’s obvious that you’re at least intelligent enough to be disobedient and argumentative. I won’t tolerate either. The sooner you learn to follow my rules, the happier your life will be.”
My lips tremble. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. There’s something odd about our interaction. He’s holding my gaze, and I can’t seem to look away. In addition, tears are welling in the corners of my eyes, not from the pain but from disappointing him.
I like it better when he smiles and praises me. Something inside me craves his positive attention. Is it from the shot they gave me? Yamal said it caused me to feel connected to Lasim. I think he’s right. I’m furious to find out I was forced into this predicament, but I can tell it’s a powerful draw.
Lasim slides his hand from my stomach to my breasts. He cups one of them and thumbs my nipple. Tingles race down my body. This happens every time he strokes me there.
“That’s a good Little pet,” he says gently. “You’ll learn. I know you will. I can tell you’re strong-willed, but I suspect you aren’t usually so blatantly defiant. I bet there was order on your space station. Am I right, Little pet?”
I nod, my mouth dry. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do they have rules everyone must abide by?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Were you frequently punished for misbehaving?”
“No, Daddy.” I was never punished, nor did I ever disobey. He’s right. I am strong-willed, but it stems from necessity. I was one of the older children brought on board the space station, so I was forced at the age of four to help raise the babies. I’m a leader, not a follower. And Lasim is demanding that I submit.
He holds my gaze while plucking my nipple over and over before switching to treat the other to the same sort of torment. It’s maddening because I have all these feelings inside me, and I don’t understand any of them. I can’t process the growing need.
It’s not the first time he’s made me feel this way, and I doubt it will be the last. What’s going to happen to me?
His voice is husky when he speaks. “I chose you from a database, Little pet. Did you know the guards on your space station have entered the details of every single female into a program that allows Venkorians to make a selection?”