“Your name is Daddy?” I ask.
He chuckles. “No, pet. My name is Lasim. But you will call me Daddy. It’s respectful. You will address all other men as Sir, but I won’t have you speaking out of turn. Hold your tongue unless I ask you a question.”
I scowl at him. “My name is Isla. I’m a human being. I’m not a pet.”
He smirks. “On this planet, you’re a pet. I’ve heard through the grapevine that the first two humans brought to Venkoria have proven to have more intelligence than expected. So far, you seem rather feral to me.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Feral? You haven’t seen feral yet. How do you expect me to behave under the circumstances? I was drugged and brought to your planet against my will. I was put in a cage and manhandled by your brutish guards. The drugs I was injected with made me sick to my stomach, and no one let me out of the cage to use the bathroom, so I peed myself. Four giant aliens restrained me and cut off my clothes. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is? I’m handcuffed to this strange basin, and to top it off, you just put a collar on me like I’m an animal. I’mbeyondfurious. If that looks like feral to you, it’s for a good reason.”
Lasim narrows his gaze, cocking his head to one side. He’s not pleased. “You have a naughty tongue, Little human. I suggest you purse your lips and remain quiet unless you want to feel the sting of my palm on your bottom. If you’re as intelligent as you and the other human females claim, it shouldn’t be difficult to train you to obey me.”
I’m infuriated, but I don’t utter a single syllable.
He lifts a brow. “My first rule is no speaking out of turn. I’ve heard enough complaining out of you. The next time you behave so disrespectfully, I will take you over my knees and paddle your little white bottom until the tears you cry are well-earned.”
My face heats to a million degrees. Fury consumes me, but it doesn’t seem wise to argue further with him at this time.
“Are you done misbehaving, Little pet?”
I swallow.
He grips my chin tighter again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Good. You should feel gratitude instead of ire. I have saved you from eventual death on that failing space station. You’re safe on this planet. I will feed and protect you. In return, you will treat me with respect and learn to obey me like a good Little pet.” He lifts a brow again.
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy.” I hate myself for caving to his will, but I don’t have any other options right now. I’m well and truly stuck.
“That’s a good Little pet. You’ll earn privileges through good behavior. You’ll lose those privileges every time you argue or misbehave.”
I don’t respond, but I’m fuming angry. I’m afraid that if I were to speak, my words would contain venom, and I’d end up over his lap.
What a ridiculous method of punishment. Humans do not treat other humans that way. I suppose in some households on Earth, the young were swatted on the butt to correct their behavior, but not adults. I’m twenty-four, way too old to be spanked.
He’s so condescending. It’s infuriating.
After releasing my chin, he reaches for the spigot and turns the water back on. I’m not sure when it was turned off, but now I realize it’s stopped rising, and it’s cold again.
He squirts soap in his palm next and rubs his hands together. “Lean your head forward, Little pet. Let me wash your hair.”
I do as I’m told, but it’s awkward. My face is tipped down, forcing me to stare at my naked body. My breasts seem heavy,my pink nipples hard points. My private parts between my legs feel swollen and tingly. I don’t understand the sensation, but it grows the longer he massages soap into my scalp.
It seems like every time I inhale, I draw more of Lasim into my lungs, into my body. It makes no sense. I’m finding this man more and more attractive by the minute. Even though he’s rude and arrogant, I can’t seem to resist him.
I hate that I’m naked. I abhor that the two men in white are still staring at me. At least they aren’t the ones washing me now. I can marginally tolerate Lasim’s hands on me and only because I’m magnetically drawn to him. I might scream loud enough to earn a spanking if those other men touch me intimately.
Lasim grips the back of my neck, tips my head back, and washes my face. He’s marginally careful, but I can’t keep from whimpering. When he’s satisfied with my hair and face, he holds the nozzle up and lets the water cascade down my head, rinsing off the soap. At least it’s warm now.
As expected, the next thing he does is gather more soap and reach for my shoulders.
I’m mesmerized as he washes my arms, my back, and finally my chest. When he palms my breasts, my breath hitches.
He chuckles. “I’ve also heard Little humans are easy to pleasure. I was glad to hear that. It makes training you easier.”
I don’t know what he means. His words make no sense.
Lasim squats lower, cupping my breasts and stroking my nipples over and over with his thumbs. They grow larger, and something inside me builds. A tightness in my stomach. My private parts are pulsing. I don’t understand why.