“Legs wider, Little pet,” he demands, moving closer to my…pussy. With the black object in one palm, he brings his other fingers to my core. He gently strokes my naked folds.
I whimper at the renewed contact, concerned by the look in his eyes. Devious, narrowed, ominous. What is he going to do with that thing?
I can’t bring myself to part my knees as far as he undoubtedly wants. Self-preservation. They are wide enough for him to lift his free hand and swat my pussy.
I yelp, lifting my head and back clear off the table as the air is knocked out of my lungs.
“Knees as wide as you can part them unless you want me to swat your naughty pussy again, Little pet,” he admonishes.
I jerk my legs as far as I can, my private parts pulsing from the sting.
Lasim sets a palm on my tummy. “That’s better. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it. It’s obvious that you’re at least intelligent enough to be disobedient and argumentative. I won’t tolerate either. The sooner you learn to follow my rules, the happier your life will be.”
My lips tremble. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. There’s something odd about our interaction. He’s holding my gaze, and I can’t seem to look away. In addition, tears are welling in the corners of my eyes, not from the pain but from disappointing him.
I like it better when he smiles and praises me. Something inside me craves his positive attention. Is it from the shot they gave me? Yamal said it caused me to feel connected to Lasim.I think he’s right. I’m furious to find out I was forced into this predicament, but I can tell it’s a powerful draw.
Lasim slides his hand from my stomach to my breasts. He cups one of them and thumbs my nipple. Tingles race down my body. This happens every time he strokes me there.
“That’s a good Little pet,” he says gently. “You’ll learn. I know you will. I can tell you’re strong-willed, but I suspect you aren’t usually so blatantly defiant. I bet there was order on your space station. Am I right, Little pet?”
I nod, my mouth dry. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do they have rules everyone must abide by?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Were you frequently punished for misbehaving?”
“No, Daddy.” I was never punished, nor did I ever disobey. He’s right. I am strong-willed, but it stems from necessity. I was one of the older children brought on board the space station, so I was forced at the age of four to help raise the babies. I’m a leader, not a follower. And Lasim is demanding that I submit.
He holds my gaze while plucking my nipple over and over before switching to treat the other to the same sort of torment. It’s maddening because I have all these feelings inside me, and I don’t understand any of them. I can’t process the growing need.
It’s not the first time he’s made me feel this way, and I doubt it will be the last. What’s going to happen to me?
His voice is husky when he speaks. “I chose you from a database, Little pet. Did you know the guards on your space station have entered the details of every single female into a program that allows Venkorians to make a selection?”
I shake my head because I had no idea. Is that why the guards took me from the potato patch? Because Lasim had already selected me? Something about that makes me feel special. He chose me.
Granted, heboughtme. He selected me like one would a pet, and that’s how he sees me. I’m not free. I’m his slave. His pet. Same difference. In my mind, I know I should be more infuriated, shouting and screaming, but the umph has leaked out of me, probably as a result of the shot I was given.
“Ofallthe humans on your ship, I selectedyou, Little pet. Something about your pictures and description called to me. I felt drawn to select you even though I hadn’t met you. Now you’re mine, and I will be strict to help you learn your place. I know it’s going to be hard at first. You’re not used to being owned, but this is your life now. You have no other options. You’re my Little pet. You’ll be much happier if you make an effort to behave.”
The tears that have been gathering finally slide down my temples. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life owned by this man? I’m worried about what all that entails. Scared out of my mind.
He gives my nipple a pinch and twists it, making me arch my chest and moan. The sharp pain shifts my attention from my new lot in life to my current plight. I suspect something is about to happen with that square, and I’m not at all sure I’m going to like it.
Lasim moves his hand between my legs. He turns his head to look at Yamal. “Is there someone who can come assist?”
Yamal gives a quick nod. “Of course.” He hurries toward the door, opens it, and leans out into the hallway. His voice is muffled, so I can’t hear what he says, but a moment later, one of the men in white is back.
Lasim looks me in the eyes as he says, “Please hold her knees open for me. It’s too difficult for her to obey that command at the moment, and I don’t want to have to punish her again right now.”
My breath hitches as Yamal and the other man each take a side and press my knees outward, exposing me to them all further.
Now I realize, if I could have obeyed the order to assume this position in the first place, I wouldn’t be lying here now with an extra witness to whatever Lasim intends to do to me. In a way, my disobedience has put me in this humiliating position.
Lasim lowers his gaze, letting it linger on my breasts for a long time. My nipples pucker further from the indirect attention. Finally, he bends his head lower to watch himself stroke my folds so lightly I barely feel it.