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I shudder in his arms, letting him touch me. I don’t understand why I don’t stop him.

Finally, I’m able to find a brain cell, and I lift my limp arms to shove at his wrists.

Vabar calmly smiles and kisses my forehead before pulling me closer to him. He flattens my chest against his and holds me there with a hand splayed on my back.

My body relaxes. His warmth soothes me. It also makes me hyper-aware of my nipples and clit.

Vabar reaches for something on the end table, but I don’t see it, so I’m stunned when he lifts my hands above my head and clasps something around my wrists.

I jerk my gaze upward to see that he has cuffed me. My hands are attached together by soft material that won’t injure me, much like the cuffs he used on my ankles and wrists in the exam room.

I gasp as he lowers my arms behind my head and clips my wrists to the back of my collar.

The sound of the clasp being fastened makes me jump. Suddenly, my pussy is pulsing inside the stupid diaper.

Vabar grins as he leans me back again. He easily supports me with one hand between my shoulder blades, cupping my neck. He inhales deeply. “My Little pet likes to be restrained.”

My eyes widen. No, I don’t. Why would he say that?

“Your arousal fills the room, Little pet. You’ll never be able to hide it from me. I’ll keep a mental list of the things that make your body hum. It could be a combination of being secured and having your arms above your head.”

He sets his other palm on my torso and slides it up until he’s fingering one of my nipples.

I arch my chest toward him, moaning.

“When your arms are stretched high, you feel more exposed. I’m fascinated that humans are so modest. It embarrasses you greatly to have your tits on display.”

I whimper. I want to tell him he’s wrong. I want to kick him or yell at him, but I do nothing. I won’t give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice.

“My girl is so stubborn.” He thumbs my nipple again, driving me out of my head. The sensation is heightened in this position. He’s right. Even though he touched me intimately several times before—including on the exam table—I feel more vulnerable in this position.

And darn him, but he’s going to use this knowledge as ammunition against me. I can’t hide my reactions.

Vabar switches to the other nipple. He taps it, pinches it, and twists it until I cry out.

My eyes roll back. I’m consumed with pleasure, but something is missing. I need something I can’t put into words.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, Little pet. You’ve exceeded my wildest dreams. I’d heard it would be like this, but I couldn’t fully believe it. Did you know you’re the first living being who’s made my cock so hard it’s about to tear through the front of my jeans?”

My breath hitches. His words are so dirty.

“It’s true. We don’t have deep relationships or attractions to our Venkorian females. We don’t need each other to survive, so we’ve evolved to the point that we don’t interact often. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had sex, and it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as what I’m experiencing with you now.”

He’s flicking my nipple rapidly now, and I’m so caught up in the sensation that it’s difficult to listen. What he’s telling me is so odd. Venkorians don’t have relationships with their females?

He continues, “Now I fully understand why it’s necessary to keep our human pets well-secured. Rumors are spreading. Men who do not have a pet will do anything to get one, especially if they learn how deeply the bond works.”

I start trembling. He keeps reminding me that someone might try to take me away from him. I’ve only known him a few hours, and the thought of being separated from him for any reason makes my chest tight.

Or maybe my chest feels like this because something is coiled inside me, threatening to burst.

Vabar cups one of my breasts. It feels heavy. I’m aware that my boobs are bigger than some of the other women. They grew at a younger age and got fuller as I got older, but I suspect they’re nothing but tiny bug bites compared to the breasts Venkorian women have, especially if the women are as large as the men.

Apparently, Vabar is attracted to me, anyway. More than he is to his own women. How odd. I’m so petite next to him.

“You’ve never experienced the rush of pleasure that comes from an orgasm, have you, Little pet?”

I don’t know what he’s referring to, and I’m not inclined to answer. He’s probably right. Whatever intensity is building inside me is foreign.