Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry about her,” I tell Drak. “She’s more under control than she’s ever been.”
She has stopped crying as intensely now that she has been comforted. I carry her back to the office, caressing her gently and helping her soothe herself back into a semblance of calm.
“Back to work,” I tell her.
“Really? After that?” She looks up at me with tearstained cheeks, and it is tempting to give her a little break. It is also tempting to take her home, strip her, and bed her thoroughly. She is such a naughty little creature. She is almost never doing what she is supposed to be doing, and keeping up with her is in itself a full-time job.
“You getting into trouble on your breaks and getting spanked for it doesn’t change our targets,” I tell her. “You still have work to do, and a lot of it.”
She pouts at me, which is cute and quite funny because this is barely the beginning of the consequences she is going to face for trying to steal things while on the job. I have no intention whatsoever of letting her get away with that.
I put her back into the machine, where she is strapped down and therefore not a theft or flight risk, and I make some preparations while her red-bottomed self is back at work.
CHAPTER 5
Evie
I get the sense I am still in trouble even as the workday ends. I want to hope that the spanking in front of that dickhead Drak was all that’s going to happen to me, but I have the feeling that Arkon is not going to let me off that easy.
He walks with me out of the building, one finger hooked in my collar. He doesn’t have a leash on me, but the constant light pressure from the collar means he doesn’t really have to. He has me right where he wants me, in his sight.
I say very little, hoping that my silence will somehow count as obedience. Kind of a silly hope, really. He knows what I was doing, and he knows why. It’s not as if the human desire for alien technology is a secret. There are literally intergalactic treaties stopping us getting our hands on any of it. My repeated ill-fated attempts to take anything are starting to be more embarrassing than anything. I’ve been caught every single time, and punished, too.
We get back to his place, step in the front door, and he turns me to face him.
“You’ve had a long day,” he says. His tone is gentle, almost kind. I don’t know why, but it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My senses think something is about to happen to me. Something I won’t like.
“Yes,” I say.
Long day is an understatement. I’m exhausted again, I’ve had the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced, my pussy and ass are both sore, I’m sensitive from all the orgasmic input, I’m a little mentally tired from the machine simulation, I’m feeling guilty and a little out of sorts and I know I fucked up, and I also know that I can’t even apologize in good faith because I am almost certainly, definitely going to do it again.
As we go further into his place, I note that there have been some changes made while we were out. He must have commissioned them almost instantly once I got caught stealing stuff. I guess Arkon doesn’t mess around.
There’s a new set of clothes in the living room when we get in. A different uniform for me. Kind of looks like it has a built-in collar in the top. Interesting. Looks kind of cute, actually.
If fashion were the only thing at stake, I’d not be complaining. But when he leads me into the bedroom, I see how fucked I truly am.
There’s a cage in here. It’s made of metal bars, has a carpeted floor with a soft pillow that’s as big as I am, and a throw blanket over it. It looks comfortable, but it is still a fucking cage.
“What…” I let the question trail off because it’s unnecessary. I know what it is. It’s a cage. For me. To be kept. Like a fucking beast.
“Are you really going to make me sleep in that? Like an animal?”
“After the day you’ve had, you’d be better off not arguing,” he says, his tone absolutely laced with warning. “I’m going to keep you safe, and right now, the biggest obstacle to your safety is the decisions you make. So yes, I will be putting you in there from time to time, and you better be a good girl when I do, or I will be putting you in there sore.”
I look down at the floor, somewhat crestfallen.
“Jeez,” I mutter to myself. “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”