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)
My shoulder is sore from lying on one side for so long. And I wince when I move even a few inches because I need to pee. Tears well up in my eyes. Sadness overwhelms me. I’m lonely.
I realize I haven’t been alone in twenty years. I’m never even by myself when I’m with Daddy. He doesn’t leave me. He talks to me a lot when I’m awake, too. This is the first time I’ve been totally alone for more than two minutes. I’d say it’s been hours.
I hear a door snick shut, and then the cloth is lifted from my kennel.
I frown and pull into a tighter ball.
Daddy reaches through the bars of my cage and taps my collar. I presume he turns my translator back on. I didn’t even know it could be turned off.
He opens the door to the cage next, letting it swing wide. “Come, Little pet,” he encourages in a soft voice.
When I don’t react, he drops to his knees, reaches into the enclosure, and scoops me out.
I whimper, sniffling back my stupid tears. I hate that he’s decided to let me out at the exact moment my emotions got the best of me. I don’t like looking weak, even to him.
Daddy settles me on his lap, pulls me in close to his body, and rubs my back. “My Little pet is having a rough time,” he says gently, rocking me in his arms.
His office has a window that faces outside, and another that faces the inner office. He has closed the blinds on that one. No one can see us.
For long minutes, he simply holds me, gently stroking my cheek and my neck with his fingers. “I know you’re frustrated, Little pet, but you need to make peace with your new life. It’s not going to change. There is nothing you can say or do that will alter the course you’re on.”
His words don’t make me feel better.
“We’ve discussed this at length. I don’t need to remind you why things are the way they are. I’m a patient man, Little pet. I had no idea how much joy you would bring into my life when I bought you. It was a gamble. Now that I have you, I know my life is going to be much more colorful and exciting. I can’t stop smiling. My heart is so full.”
My heart is a tight ball of muscle that doesn’t have enough space to beat properly.
“It makes me sad to see you in such distress, and I don’t like it when you misbehave. I can’t let your disobedience go unpunished. You know that.”
I whimper. I don’t want to react, but the soft sound slips out.
I suck my pacifier harder and squeeze my eyes closed as Daddy stands, keeping me cradled to his chest. He opens the office door and steps out.
Confused, I don’t move as he seems to stride out the way we came. Next, we’re in the elevator. I recognize the sounds it makes. In moments, we’re exiting again, and Daddy is walking with purpose.
I’m surprised when he knocks on a door. Moments later, it opens, and a voice I know greets Daddy. “Lasim. Come on in.”
Shoot. It’s Yamal. The doctor. This can’t be good.
“Let’s go back to my exam room.”
I stiffen. What’s going to happen next?
I refuse to open my eyes, but I grow panicky when Daddy lowers me onto what I assume is an exam table. He silently removes my jammies and then my diaper.
It’s chilly in this room. I start shivering, mortified that the doctor is now seeing the leash my Daddy leaves tucked between my breasts and my pussy lips.
Daddy smiles as he removes it before rolling me to one side and holding me firmly, parting my butt cheeks.
Neither man has spoken since we entered this room. The only sound is my whining when Yamal pushes a thermometer into my bottom. They must have spoken on the phone and ganged up on me. This visit to the doctor is my punishment. I wonder what it will entail.
“You say she’s been despondent all morning?”
“Yes. She hasn’t eaten or had anything to drink. She’s been lying on her side, having a silent tantrum.”
I bite down on my pacifier guard. I hate that they’re discussing me as though I’m not present. I also hate how accurate Daddy is. I’m definitely having a tantrum.
When the thermometer is removed, someone pushes a lubed finger deep in my bottom without warning.
I cry out around the pacifier, but Daddy has a firm grip on my hip. I can’t escape whatever they are doing to me. And I quickly realize they’ve put medicine inside me that makes me go limp. It might be the same thing Daddy gave me the first several days I was in his apartment.
On second thoughts, this one is different. I’m not falling asleep, but I can’t control my body either. I’m limp as Daddy rolls me onto my back. My heart races as I finally look at him. I’ve stopped sucking. I don’t think I can. I can’t even push the pacifier out of my mouth.