I know he adores me. For one thing, he rarely takes his gaze off me for a minute. I can feel him looking at me while he’s on the phone. It’s like I have a new awareness. I can sense him, and every time I turn to look, I find him eyeing me speculatively with a slight smile. He’s pleased.
I haven’t been fighting him because it doesn’t seem wise. I’ve decided to bide my time, figure out what his long-term plans arefor me. I suspect I won’t be able to control my inner need to tell him to take a hike forever, but I’ve managed for several days.
Maybe my ire is simmering. It might reach a boiling point one of these days and come bursting out of me. But the longer I’m here, the more apparent it becomes that there’s no chance of escape.
Where would I go even if I could? I’m a tiny speck of a human compared to the giant alien men who live here. I can see them wandering around on the sidewalks when I look out the window.
Daddy has just set me on the floor when I come up with my first question of the day. I often have several.
“Hands and knees,” he reminds me, as if I could have forgotten that I’m not allowed to stand on two legs. That rule infuriates me, but like the others, I’m holding my tongue.
I quickly crawl over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at the street many stories below. “Where are your women?” I ask him. I don’t know why I haven’t thought to question him on this before.
“Most of the females on Venkoria live together in their own communities.”
I turn to look at him and frown. “Why? Do you not get married?”
He shakes his head as he lowers to his seat and turns on his computer. “We don’t have any particular bond with our females, like it seems humans did on your Earth. Occasionally, we interact with them, but there is no allure. Until I met you, I never expected to feel such a strong connection to another living being, especially not the sort that makes me want to strip your clothes off and thrust my cock into you until neither of us can remember our names.”
My body reacts to his blatant words. He’s made it clear that he intends to put his cock inside me. He’s explained the processand told me that every time he pushes his tongue into my pussy, he’s preparing me to take his shaft soon.
His wicked tongue… He penetrates me with it at least twice a day, stretching me wider each time, using the evil vibrations to force me to orgasm over and over. It’s hard to get mad at him since he spends so much time pleasuring me. But the reality is, no matter how good he treats me, I’m still a prisoner. I don’t like that fact.
Shaking thoughts of his vibrating tongue from my mind, I continue my line of questions. “How do you have babies if you don’t enter into relationships with your women?”
“Our females don’t need our sperm to procreate like humans do. They’ve evolved over time and can impregnate themselves.”
I gasp. That’s shocking. And kind of sad. No wonder he’s enamored with me. He’s spent his entire life without passionate companionship. But what am I thinking? So have I. I never expected to have any relationship with a man. Without any surviving males and no sperm, we’ve known for many years our species was destined to end within a few decades.
I’ve often wondered about the ill-conceived decision to fill the space station with only women. In theory, the plan had been for us to be inseminated with the many sperm specimens that were loaded onto the space station with us. The accidental destruction of that sperm meant the end of our line.
It would seem the governing body, which hastily sent female babies and toddlers to outer space, had two thoughts in mind. One was to fill the entire ship with only girls to maximize the likelihood of saving the species without diluting the gene pool. Two was the hope that eventually we would be able to return to Earth or be discovered by another planet where we could reproduce.
We’ve been discovered by another planet. That’s for sure. But is it in our best interest or not? I’m not certain which directionI lean on this issue yet. On the one hand, it’s obvious that every human who is brought here will be held in captivity for the rest of their life. Is that better than death?
On the other hand, the man smiling at me makes my body hum in ways I never expected or dreamed of. I’m constantly tingling. My heart beats erratically for him all the time. I crave his touch. I don’t even mind when he spanks me. Even negative contact is titillating.
I’m falling under his spell, and it’s disconcerting. I wonder if Luna and Adryn are experiencing something similar? Are they in a sexual relationship with their owners? What about the other women who were in the cage room? Have they been purchased? Are they scared?
“That’s kind of sad,” I murmur in response to finding out men and women on this planet do not have emotional connections.
He shrugs. “Until you arrived, I didn’t know I was missing out on anything.” A slow smile grows on his face.
I shiver under the intensity of his gaze. Sometimes, he looks like he’s going to devour me whole. And I’m not opposed to that. When he looks at me like he’s doing now, all I can think about is how good it feels to have his giant vibrating tongue inside me.
“I didn’t know, either.” I’m not the same person I was before Daddy bought me. I know things I never would have discovered. Would I have accidentally realized I could pleasure myself with my fingers in time? I’m not sure. It’s not something we discussed on the space station.
Now I’m constantly itching to do so. Even if he has recently given me intense pleasure, I want it again soon afterward. I’m addicted to something I never knew existed.
“Come, Little pet.” He motions for me to crawl toward him.
I eagerly do so, even though it’s really unlikely he’s going to pleasure me. For one thing, he already did only a few minutesago when he changed my diaper before bringing me in here. For another thing, he’s about to start working. I’ve never known him to touch me intimately while we’re in his office. He may look at me as though he’d like to, but he doesn’t act on it during business hours.
I’m confused as he points under his desk. “Crawl between my legs, Little pet,” he orders.
A soft moan escapes me as I do his bidding, mostly because every time I move, I’m aware of the chain he keeps secured against my pussy. It rubs me in all the right places, distracting me. Ever since the first time he attached my leash from my neck, between my legs, and up my back, he’s done so every day. He doesn’t make me wear it at night while I’m in my crib, but he reattaches it each morning.
Daddy opens a drawer on his desk and removes two more lengths of chain. I swear this man has a variety of leashes in every corner of the apartment. They come in all lengths and widths. The two he’s holding right now are short and relatively narrow.