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I gasp. He’s so perceptive. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Maybe my shock isn’t due to the fact that he recognizes the nature of our odd dynamic. Of course he would realize that. I’m stunned that he’s willing to admit it out loud. He knows I’m intelligent enough to have figured that out, too.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

Daddy laughs. It’s the best sound in the world. “Maybe?” He reaches under the edge of the blanket, cups my breast, and pinches my nipple. It happens so fast that his wicked fingers trap me before I can retreat.

He rolls the swollen bud, holding my gaze. He also inhales deeply, drawing in my scent.

Darn him. I can’t hide my arousal. I’ll never be able to.

“Mmm, my girl’s wet pussy is the sweetest scent in the universe.”

I purse my lips, embarrassed by his words. I should be used to them by now, but I’m still stunned every time he says something so blatantly crude about my pussy or my nipples.

“When we get home, I’m going to punish you until you beg me to fuck you. Then I’m going to take your cunt.”

“Why are you going to punish me, Daddy? Did I do something naughty?” A week ago, I might have taken his words seriously and cowered at the prospect of being disciplined, but a lot has changed since he bought me.

For one thing, I can recognize when he’s playing. This would be one of those times. I didn’t do anything to warrant a punishment. He’s going to dole one out anyway because it will make me horny. The thought of being disciplined makes me squirm on his lap.

He gives me a slow smile. “You don’t have to do something naughty to earn my palm or my paddle, Little pet. Sometimes you might even intentionally goad me. It’s okay. I’ll be happy to take you over my knees before I thrust my cock into your sweet-scented cunt.”

I shudder at his dirty words and the promise of what’s to come.

I’m nervous. I know his shaft will be far too big for me, but he’s been preparing me, and he’ll do so again. I know he doesn’t mean to hurt me. He doesn’t even like it when I have the smallest of accidents.

The man comes running when I bonk my knee or even my funny bone. He’s protective. And I love him.

TWENTY-TWO

“Daddy, I’m fine,” I whine as he sits me on the table in the exam room.

We’ve been back at the shelter for a while, but Daddy has been dealing with securing the front entrance. The bad men used explosives to blow up the doors.

There’s significant damage to the frame and the surrounding walls. A dozen giant Venkorians were already here clearing away the debris and rebuilding when we arrived. Next, Daddy had lengthy conversations with his staff about the safety of the animals.

I learned that Longi isn’t just a pet groomer. He’s a bodyguard. His job is to ensure the shelter is safe, especially since I arrived.

I worried Daddy might be mad at Longi or himself for what happened, but he’s explained it was out of their control. The two of them and Kalvo were in the conference room meeting with prospective investors when all hell broke loose.

The investors served as a decoy. When they entered the conference room with Daddy, they overpowered him, restrained him, and ultimately locked him in his own room. Meanwhile, the kidnappers blew out the side of the building, shot through the concrete under my chain, and loaded me into their vehicle. It all happened so fast.

I’m relieved to learn that my kidnappers are dead, and the fake investors were apprehended at the warehouse.

I’m so relieved that Trobu wasn’t injured. He might wince for a few days, but he has no broken bones or lacerations. His pride will hurt more than his body. And I’m certain now that Trobu has enough intelligence to be furious about his inability to protect me.

Chinz is also uninjured. They were both unleashed and in no way secured when the incident happened, but they were waiting outside the conference room door, barking loudly and incessantly until the authorities managed to get the door open.

I’m grateful for both shorgs, but no one has seen Suzy yet, and that makes me so very sad. The last thing I want to do is sit on this table and let a doctor poke and prod at me. I’d rather be on my hands and knees, scouring the shelter for the tiny marn. What if she went out the door and we never see her again? My heart hurts at the prospect.

Daddy removes my harness, which has abraded my skin in several places from all the jostling around I did in that kennel.

Yamal arrives while Daddy is exploring my naked body. I know the two of them spoke on the phone already, so Yamal is aware of my situation.

He kindly meets my gaze. “I’m so sorry this happened, Little pet.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He shifts his attention to my forehead, gently feeling around the area. “Any pain, Little pet?”