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)
“The kennel is for your safety. It’s non-negotiable. I need to know you’re safe while I’m working. I would be too distracted if you were crawling around in this space with so many of my fellow coworkers hovering close by.”
He’s not going to talk me into accepting this cage.
“You will go in there every single day while I’m working and entertain yourself politely and quietly. You will eat what I provide you and use your diapers. If not, I won’t hesitate to sedate you either by the method I used today or the one I used the first few days you were on Venkoria. If you enjoy being unconscious or immobilized, keep up your naughty behavior.”
Darn him. He’s so rigid. Would he really put that muscle relaxant in my bottom every day of my life if I defied him? Do I want to find out?
“The reason I covered your kennel with the black cloth was to keep people from looking at you. My coworkers and guests are very curious about you, and I don’t like it. I find I’m annoyed when people stare at you. You’re mine. My pet. They can keep their ogling eyes to themselves.”
That last little sentence is unexpected. He’s so possessive of me. It makes me feel oddly cherished. The fact that he doesn’t like anyone looking at me is kind of sweet. It’s not rational, but it’s sweet.
“The reason I turned off your translator was so that you could focus on your e-reader without being bored by any discussions I’m having with a coworker. It wasn’t meant to infuriate you, though I may at times turn it off so you won’t know what I’m saying.”
I manage to purse my lips. It was thoughtful of him not to bore me.
“There are a lot of non-negotiables in your new life, Little pet. Arguing with me will get you nowhere. I don’t mind spanking you every day if you insist. I also won’t hesitate to fondle your pretty pussy without letting you come. I enjoy the scent of your arousal filling the room. In addition, it pleases me that I’m the only one who finds your essence so intoxicating. No one else seems to notice it. I assume the injection you were given caused that. It has had powerful effects that I enjoy.”
I’m glad he’s so pleased, I think in the most sarcastic tone I’ve ever used, even in my head.
“It’s late. Most of my coworkers have gone home. We’re going to do the same. When we get home, you can spend some time on the floor in the living room, where I can keep an eye on you while you regain your strength. Eventually, you’ll be able to roll over and then crawl.”
Daddy is very careful once again as he lifts me from the cage and cradles me in his arms. He takes extra care to support my head, which is good since I don’t have the strength back to hold it up on my own yet.
When he clasps the leash to my neck, I flinch. Even in my limp state, my body reacts to the pop. My reflexes activate again when he pops the leash onto his wrist.
Daddy smiles smugly and kisses my forehead.
I’m grateful he didn’t put the other leash between my legs before we left Yamal’s. I didn’t need the added stimulation this afternoon. I had enough physical issues to deal with without adding a chain between my folds.
Daddy bundles me against him, holding me securely against his chest, even including a blanket, which he wraps around my body.
I’m snug and comforted as we leave the office. I like being covered like this. I’m not a fan of everyone staring at me any more than he is. I prefer the security of having my face buried against his chest, where I can inhale his scent with every breath.
Even though I’m currently being disciplined for my behavior this morning, my heart beats wildly for this alien man who adores me.
He speaks to a few people on our way out of the office, and I breathe easier when we step into the hallway. I wish he could work from home every day and we didn’t have to go to his office, where other people look at me and speculate about my abilities.
I’m in my head as Daddy steps into the elevator, and I pay no attention when it stops, thinking we’ve arrived on our floor. But that’s not the case. Daddy doesn’t move.
When I tip my head back, I see someone else joining us. We must have stopped on another floor. I’m lucky I have even this much control over my head.
Daddy is frowning, and he grips me tighter, slowly wrapping the leash around his wrist under the blanket. I can hear the chains and feel his hand twisting. I know that’s what he’s doing.