Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Yozef grips both my wrists above my head with one giant hand and leans over me. “You do not rub your clit against anything ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I swallow hard and nod.
“Words, Zoey. ‘I will not masturbate my pussy, Daddy.’”
My lips are trembling. More tears fall.
He waits.
I’m not sure what his words mean, but I repeat them. “I will not masturbate my pussy, Daddy,” I mutter.
“Good. Do you know what masturbate means, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“It means take your own pleasure. You will keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy and your nipples. If I catch you playing with them, I will swat them. You’ve already found that out, but it would seem you forgot because you’ve tried again to grind your pussy against my leg. Hard rule, Zoey.”
I nod, sniffling. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he demands.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better. I’ve told you that you will earn your pleasure. You will not take it. I decide when you’ve pleased me enough to grant you an orgasm. Not you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t have the first clue what an orgasm is, but I suspect it has something to do with the giant ball of need building inside me. Even his spanking and the swat to my pussy have not quelled the desire. If anything, it’s grown. But I don’t dare mention this fact. There’s something terribly wrong with me.
Yozef inhales deeply and gives me a slow smile. “My girl is desperate for release.”
I purse my lips. I suspect he’s telling the truth, even though I don’t know what that release is.
“Yamal was probably right. I’ll be able to use edging as a form of discipline.”
I frown because I still don’t know what edging is. But I am sure I don’t want to know.
EIGHT
I’m shocked speechless when we get to Yozef’s home. After he put my diaper back on and bundled me into the blanket, we pulled into an underground structure that I learned was a parking garage. I think they had these on Earth. I’ve heard of them in books. I’m actually rather surprised to find that this planet probably has a lot of similarities with Earth.
Yozef puts the pacifier back in my mouth, secures it behind my head, and completely covers me again. He holds me close as he exits the car. After a short walk, he stops, but a moment later, I feel the distinct lurch of an elevator.
I’m aware there are other Venkorians in this small cubicle because I can smell them. I assume they are guards, but they say nothing.
When the elevator stops, Yozef exits. He blows out a relieved breath as if our arrival has eliminated a mountain of stress. I wonder how serious he was about me possibly being kidnapped. What a joke. I was already kidnapped. That’s how I ended up with him as my jailer. Why would I care if another Venkorian takes me?
But I do. I don’t want another owner. I want this one. I can’t explain why, but I know it in my soul. The fact that he recently spanked both my bottom and my pussy has not made me as angry as I want to be. Heck, he also spanked my nipples. My fury was fleeting in both incidents. Remorse lingers. I didn’t like him disappointed in me, and I don’t want to see that disapproving look in his eyes again.
Yozef—Daddy—props me up, lowers the blanket from my head, unfastens the pacifier, and pops it out of my mouth. “We’re home, Little pet.”
I gasp as I look around. The place is huge. Again, I wonder who else lives here. “Do you have a wife?” I ask him.
He startles and looks at me. “No, Zoey. I don’t have a wife. We don’t practice that sort of custom on Venkoria.”
“You don’t live with women and have families?”
“No, Little pet, we don’t. Our males are amicable with our females, but we don’t develop strong feelings for each other. It’s not in our nature. Our females live in separate communities.”
“But how do you procreate?”
He smiles and settles me on his hip, still moving through the enormous open space toward a kitchen area. “You are going to surprise me with your intelligence. I can already tell. Apparently, the rumors are true. Humans are more sentient than expected.”
I frown. “We’re not animals.”
He chuckles. “Not the furry kind, at least.”
I growl. Maybe it’s not my finest decision, especially since I just insisted I’m not an animal, but I can’t stop myself. “I’m not an animal, Yozef. I’m not a pet. I am a human. I’m smart. I’m educated. I’m an adult. Probably not much younger than you. Stop treating me like a pet and answer my question. How do you procreate?”
It feels good to put my foot down, though I suspect I’m going to regret it in about five seconds.