“Then why are you embarrassed?” Daddy asks. “Is it because Yamal was talking about me giving you pleasure?”
“Stop,” I beg him.
“It’s a very normal thing.” Daddy chuckles. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure that you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Don’t touch me,” I force myself to say.
But I can’t help but be curious about what it will feel like. Will I crave more of it, or will I absolutely hate it? Is it something everyone goes through at least once in their life?
“I’ll change your mind.” Daddy runs his hands up and down my back. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you pleasure right now. First, we need to talk about rules.”
My eyes go wide. “Rules?”
“Yes, Little pet. There are rules that you will follow while you are here.”
“So I can go back to the space station?” I tilt my head to the side.
He shakes his head. “No, you are never going back to the space station. Once you come to Venkoria, there is no going back.”
“Oh.” I look down at his chest and let out a breath.
I was getting my hopes up for nothing, but the way he talked made it seem like he was only going to keep me for a short time.
“How are you feeling?” Daddy asks. “Be honest with Daddy.”
I open and close my mouth several times. Howdo Ifeel?
Exhausted. Violated. Touched out, but at the same time wanting Daddy to hold me close as I fall asleep.
“Exhausted,” I mumble as I settle on the word.
A knock on the door startles me, and I grip onto Daddy’s shirt tightly.
“Come in,” Daddy calls out.
Yamal peeks his head inside the apartment. “I forgot to mention that you shouldn’t let her walk on her own. She isn’t used to the gravity here, and she could get hurt if she walks by herself. Let her rest a lot, as the sedative is probably still in her body. Only allow her to crawl for the first week or two. It might take her longer since she was out for so long from the sedative they gave her earlier.”
“Thank you,” Daddy replies before Yamal leaves once again.
No walking for two weeks. Do they really think I’m going to take that long to get accustomed to everything on this planet?
“Let’s get you into your kennel,” Daddy says as he places me on the ground.
I look up at him and lift my hands, wanting to be in his arms. Does he not know how chilly it is on the ground, or that it would be faster for him to carry me?
“Crawl,” he commands. “Your kennel is over there.”
I just sit there, looking at Daddy. I don’t want to crawl all the way to the kennel. I’m already exhausted and cold, and now he wants me to be even more tired by the time I get there?
“Come on, crawl,” Daddy instructs once again.
Sighing, I push myself to all fours and start to crawl, like he wants me to. Before I can take the second step, he clips something onto my collar and gently tugs.
“Tired,” I mumble as I take a slow step.
How much longer is he going to make me crawl? I don’t know if I will be able to stay up the whole time.
“You are almost there, and then you can rest,” Daddy informs me. “Just a little more.”
