I definitely don’t deserve him.
“Little pet?” Daddy calls out, his hand rubbing my bottom to gain my attention.
I glare at him. “I don’t like it when you call me that.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because I am not a pet. I am not a dog but a human being who…” I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I need to calm down. He has been calm so far, and I am the one getting worked up.
“Human being who?” Daddy prompts me.
“I’m a human being who has feelings,” I whisper. “Being called a pet is an insult. Pets are below humans, even if they are cute. It doesn’t make me feel good. It makes me feel like I am not worthy to be here since I amjusta pet.”
I look at the ceiling and take another deep breath. This time, I try to keep the tears from coming. Now is not the time to cry in front of him. We need to have this conversation. If I start crying, he is going to want to take care of me.
“I didn’t know it made you feel like that,” Daddy mumbles. “Can I tell you why I call you that?”
I look at him. “Because you think that I am a pet you can order around, and I will do whatever you want me to?” I say before I can stop myself.
I sigh and lightly tap my lips a couple of times.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I whisper and look down at my hands.
Daddy lifts his hands and gently touches my chin, raising my head so we make eye contact again.
“Our first impression of humans was that they were going to be pets for us. We didn’t know anything about you and thought we would be able to teach you tricks, which we will still do. That you’d be a companion for the rest of our lives. We didn’t expect you to be so intelligent,” Daddy explains. “I quite like the idea of you being my Little pet who follows me around everywhere I go and is always near. I know you are intelligent with feelings. Little pet is just a nickname, a term of endearment, since I like you so much. I don’t mean it as an insult… never.”
“Then?”
“I can find a different nickname if you want. But any other name may not be any better.” He cracks a smile. “I am quite fond of Little pet, though.”
I glare at him and shake my head. “Idon’tlike it, though. It makes me feel like I am nothing.”
He hums and cups my face with his hands. “Then I will find another name for you.”
“I don’t like you using my name, either,” I mumble and look away from him, partially embarrassed by that.
“Why?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders and continue not to look at him.
“Little one,” he gently says. “Talk to me. The only way for me to know why is if you tell me. I can’t read your mind, sadly.”
“You can’t?” I push my bottom lip out. “It would make things a lot easier if you could.”
Then I wouldn’t have to explain everything to him. But at the same time, then he would be able to hear my thoughts all the time and know if I wasn’t happy with him… and if I called him names in my head.
Yeah… I think it’s best that he can’t read my mind.
Saves my bottom from many spankings.
“Unfortunately, I can’t, so I need you to be a good girl and tell me what you are thinking and why you don’t like something. While telling me that you don’t like something is enough, I want to know the reason. Because sometimes the reason could be silly, and you might regret it later if we don’t talk it out,” Daddy explains.
I take a deep breath and nod.
“It just feels like you are scolding me or are going to be mad with me,” I honestly tell him. “I don’t like it because it makes me feel like I am back on the space station and getting told to do my least favorite thing as a punishment because I didn’t eat all of my food or because another girl told on me for something that I did not do.”
Daddy rubs his thumb against my cheek and smiles. “Then I won’t call you by your name unless you are in trouble. Then you’ll know.”
