Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I can’t breathe as he clips it to the ring in front of my throat. He lets out an odd breath and spreads his hand around my neck over the collar. “The weight will be good for you, Little pet. It will remind you who you belong to.”
I shudder. I don’t want to be owned by anyone. It’s not something I ever imagined.
He strokes my neck and runs his finger under the edge of the collar before settling the chain between my naked breasts. “Yes. I like this. You’ll wear it most of the time. Sometimes I will use the leash to keep you close, but when I’m not, it will drag between your hands and knees when you crawl. It will remind you to stay on all fours and keep your head lowered.”
I whimper. There’s something about his words… No. It’s his tone. His words are all wrong. I should be shouting at him, fighting against him. But his tone lulls me. It makes me feel cherished. He’s telling me that I’m important to him. He doesn’t understand yet that humans are not pets. He thinks he’s doing the right thing.
The leash rests heavy down my torso, and when he gives it a slight tug, my breath hitches.
He smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet?”
I shake my head, too nervous to speak.
He holds my gaze as he lifts the end of the chain and dangles it above my chest, letting it graze over one of my nipples. His smile grows. “Yes, my Little pet. You are going to enjoy the leash very much. It will make you feel safe. It will make you feel owned. Soon, you will learn that being owned by me is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You might fight me on this, but eventually, you will get used to the leash and feel lost without it. I will train you to crave it.”
I start trembling. I suspect he might be right. He probably can train me to crave just about anything. I never would have thought so, but that was before he pleasured me with his finger inside my bottom. The memory makes my face heat.
Daddy moves the leash over to my other breast and lets the last link tap the bud. “Precious. Your little nipples are so pretty. I love it when they get hard.” He draws in a breath. “Your pussy weeps at the same time. You crave my touch. You can’t stop thinking about the pleasure I gave you.”
He’s not asking questions. He’s telling me facts.
“Are you warm enough in my arms, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m almost too warm when he’s teasing me like this.
“If you take your bottle like a good girl, I’ll let you have a blanket in your kennel.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.” I hope I don’t hate the formula. It sounds like I’ll be living off it for a while. And that’s probably good. I don’t have any idea what they eat on this planet. What if I don’t like the food?
Daddy shifts the leash to his other hand, the one wrapped around me. He settles the cool metal against my inner thigh.
I arch and moan. How am I aroused by the simple act of the chain touching me?
“Bend your knees, Little pet. I want your legs open wider so your pussy feels vulnerable.”
I whimper as I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl. I know you can obey Daddy. You’ve proven you’re an intelligent being, which means you can be trained.” He bends forward and kisses my forehead.
Trained…
I shiver inside. I don’t want to be trained.
But I do want to obey him. I want him to look at me like he is now and speak to me in soothing tones. His voice is like a caress. Oddly, it matches the stroke of his fingers. When he speaks, I think about his finger inside my bottom and the one he touched my pussy with. That makes no sense, and yet it’s true.
Daddy picks up the bottle and holds the nipple to my mouth. “Open, Little pet.”
I part my lips for him and take the nipple.
“Good girl. Suckle for me.” He’s so genuinely enthralled, staring at me like I’m all the suns, moons, and planets. He’s absently dragging the leash along my inner thigh. I doubt it’s an accident. Somehow, he knows I’m growing more aroused by the minute.
I hold his gaze and suck. The taste is more than pleasant. I really like it. I swallow and suck again. I’m relieved it’s not disgusting.
“Such a good girl,” he praises.
I moan around the nipple, confused by my body’s reaction to him. Why is my pussy so wet and needy? Swollen and throbbing. How can that be while I’m being kept against my will? Collared and leashed. Diapered with the promise of a blanket in my kennel. I don’t understand, but I think it has something to do with the injection they gave me before he picked me up. The doctor mentioned it’s Daddy’s essence, whatever that means. It’s making me crave his attention. It’s making him smell so good that I want to bury my nose in him. I’ve felt this way from the moment he picked me up.