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)
He pets my head and pulls a blanket over my body that reaches his thighs, cocooning me. “Snuggle up to me, Little pet. Use my thigh as a pillow. I want your breath on my cock while we sleep.”
I settle into the small space, emotions overwhelming me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable or content. As I nuzzle against his shaft, every inhale draws his essence into my body. I never want to move from this position.
“Good girl,” Daddy praises, stroking my head over and over until I fall asleep.
SIXTEEN
The next morning is stressful. I’m not fond of the unknown. I spent twenty years of my life always knowing exactly what I would be doing at any given moment. There were very few surprises.
On the space station, we all had jobs. We moved around like clockwork, keeping the ship in working condition.
I assume Daddy and I will eventually settle into a routine that will not leave me guessing all the time, but today is not that day. Today I’m tense, knowing he’s going to implement new measures to keep me safe.
I’m not mad. I don’t want to be unsafe any more than he does. I don’t like the idea of someone snatching me. I was scared out of my mind last night when that man attempted to take me.
Daddy dresses me warmly in a thicker pair of jammies. He doesn’t forget to hook a chain between my parted folds, making sure there is plenty of ointment to keep it sliding easily against my skin.
If I wiggle around enough, I’m able to get the chain to slide off-center, which gives me some relief for a while. Right up until Daddy notices I’m no longer squirming or making little cooing noises. Then he opens my diaper, readjusts the links so they rest once again against my clit and between my labia. Maybe he won’t notice so often while he’s working, especially if he covers my cage with that black cloth again.
When it’s time to go, Daddy carries me back to the bedroom, lowers me onto the mattress, and presents something new I haven’t seen before. It looks like a harness of some sort. He lifts me to spread it out under me, and then feeds my arms and legs through the straps.
I watch as he grabs a second set and feeds it through his own arms and legs. He cinches mine around my body, pulling it tight, and then lifts me and hooks the two harnesses together.
“Hooked” is a very loose word for how attached we are to each other. It’s beyond that. Only an atomic bomb would separate us. I have no doubt the straps cannot be cut with a knife, and it would be damn near impossible for anyone to unlock the front. Daddy will have to slide his hand between us to release the connection.
Yanking me out of his arms is not an option.
Giggling, I wrap my arms around him, hugging his neck so tight it would hurt if he were human. But he’s not. He’s my alien owner. He’s too strong to find my clutching annoying.
He chuckles before he pops a pacifier into my mouth and pats my bottom. “You’re not going to escape me,” he says, striding from the room. “Plus, my arms are free now to ward off anyone who dares to touch you.”
I’m pleased by this development. It’s not as degrading as I had expected. I’m not the only one wearing a harness. Daddy is, too. We’re equal. He’s protecting me in the best way possible.
Because he loves me.
There’s a knock at the door, and Daddy looks through the peephole before opening it. Two men stand in the hallway with stoic expressions. “Lasim,” they say in unison, nodding.
I feel like a celebrity as we’re escorted into the elevator and up to Daddy’s office. I don’t hide as much as I did yesterday. I still keep my face against his neck, but I leave enough room for me to see the surroundings better.
People greet Daddy. Some of them offer me a smile. No one speaks to me. I assume he sent an office bulletin warning everyone to leave me alone. He’s possessive. It’s kind of cute.
I don’t think he’ll be able to hide my intelligence forever. Eventually, they will realize I’m not just a nonverbal pet.
When we reach Daddy’s office, the guards wait outside his door. Daddy unhooks us, removes the harness from my arms and legs, and points toward the cage. “Kennel, Little pet.”
I crawl in. Nerves make me quake a bit. I hate this cage. I don’t like being treated like I’m not a human. But I also understand better today. He’s not going to let those guards move from their spot until I’m completely secure.
Daddy sets a bowl of dry food in my kennel. Yesterday, I didn’t even try it. I notice there’s also a water bottle fastened to the side of the bars. It’s meant for me to suck from it without using my hands. It’s the sort of thing humans used for small pets like hamsters. Now I’m reduced from a cat or dog to a hamster or mouse. Great.