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)
We’ve been discovered by another planet. That’s for sure. But is it in our best interest or not? I’m not certain which direction I lean on this issue yet. On the one hand, it’s obvious that every human who is brought here will be held in captivity for the rest of their life. Is that better than death?
On the other hand, the man smiling at me makes my body hum in ways I never expected or dreamed of. I’m constantly tingling. My heart beats erratically for him all the time. I crave his touch. I don’t even mind when he spanks me. Even negative contact is titillating.
I’m falling under his spell, and it’s disconcerting. I wonder if Luna and Adryn are experiencing something similar? Are they in a sexual relationship with their owners? What about the other women who were in the cage room? Have they been purchased? Are they scared?
“That’s kind of sad,” I murmur in response to finding out men and women on this planet do not have emotional connections.
He shrugs. “Until you arrived, I didn’t know I was missing out on anything.” A slow smile grows on his face.
I shiver under the intensity of his gaze. Sometimes, he looks like he’s going to devour me whole. And I’m not opposed to that. When he looks at me like he’s doing now, all I can think about is how good it feels to have his giant vibrating tongue inside me.
“I didn’t know, either.” I’m not the same person I was before Daddy bought me. I know things I never would have discovered. Would I have accidentally realized I could pleasure myself with my fingers in time? I’m not sure. It’s not something we discussed on the space station.
Now I’m constantly itching to do so. Even if he has recently given me intense pleasure, I want it again soon afterward. I’m addicted to something I never knew existed.
“Come, Little pet.” He motions for me to crawl toward him.
I eagerly do so, even though it’s really unlikely he’s going to pleasure me. For one thing, he already did only a few minutes ago when he changed my diaper before bringing me in here. For another thing, he’s about to start working. I’ve never known him to touch me intimately while we’re in his office. He may look at me as though he’d like to, but he doesn’t act on it during business hours.
I’m confused as he points under his desk. “Crawl between my legs, Little pet,” he orders.
A soft moan escapes me as I do his bidding, mostly because every time I move, I’m aware of the chain he keeps secured against my pussy. It rubs me in all the right places, distracting me. Ever since the first time he attached my leash from my neck, between my legs, and up my back, he’s done so every day. He doesn’t make me wear it at night while I’m in my crib, but he reattaches it each morning.
Daddy opens a drawer on his desk and removes two more lengths of chain. I swear this man has a variety of leashes in every corner of the apartment. They come in all lengths and widths. The two he’s holding right now are short and relatively narrow.
“Tip your head back, Little pet.”
I do as I’m told. If this were a desk on the space station, I would be very cramped in this small, boxed area. But Venkorians are much larger, and their furniture is proportionately bigger, too. I’m so small that I can easily kneel without hitting my head on the desktop.
My pulse picks up as Daddy snaps one of the leashes to the hoop under my chin. Even though I can’t see the rings, I’ve touched them, and I’m well aware that they’re large enough to accommodate more than one clasp.
Daddy attaches both new chains, adding them to the one that runs between my breasts. The moment he releases each clasp, I whimper. He has definitely conditioned me to associate that tiny pop with arousal.
My breath hitches as he takes the two lengths in his palms and pulls me closer to him, forcing me to inch forward on my knees. I’m lodged between his thighs, my face level with the zipper of his pants and what lies beneath.
“It’s time for you to get familiar with my cock, Little pet.”
I’m breathing heavily now. Am I ready for this? Do I have a choice? Doubtful. I never have options. Questioning him is off-limits, too. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I’m curious to see his shaft finally, but I’m also nervous about how large it will be and what his intentions are at this moment.
Daddy extends one chain around his right hip and clasps the other end to the side of his desk chair. He repeats the process on the other side, forcing my face an inch from his cock.