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)
It’s difficult to rationalize what’s happening and come to terms with my new position. I don’t want to be someone’s pet. I’m a human being with autonomy. Or I was until Lasim bought me.
On the other hand, he’s giving me experiences I never imagined I would have in my entire life. He’s literally saved me from certain death aboard that space station. He feeds me, changes me, and shows me pleasures I’ve never even read about in books.
After only a few days, I’m so deeply attached to him that I’m not sure I could break the bond even if I wanted to. If he disappeared, I suspect I would whither and die from the loss. That’s how strong it is.
What if something happens to him? What if something happens to me?
Eventually, he’s going to take me out of this apartment, and I’ll feel vulnerable. He’s addressed his own fears about my safety. Those fears have transferred to me, making me slightly agoraphobic.
My days of leading and taking care of others are over. I’m a slave. A pet. A belonging. Is it enough to know that I’m also loved? At some point will I stop yearning for freedom and accept the fact that this is my fate?
I don’t have the answers, but as I nuzzle against Daddy’s cock—which has not reduced in size after his release—I try to focus on the positives. I need to learn to embrace this life, or I will die a miserable person.
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.