Yozef rises from the table, bends over my body, grips my inner thigh, and sets his lips on that odd bundle of nerves.
I scream behind the pacifier, sucking furiously because Ineed to do something.Anything. The pressure building in my body feels like it’s about to explode.
When I jerk my gaze around, I discover that we’re alone. The doctor must have left the room at some point. Perhaps he only came in to help secure me, or maybe Yozef told him to leave. Either way, I’m glad. The thought of someone here while I’m getting so thoroughly debauched makes my skin crawl.
It’s bad enough that a man I just met is taking such liberties with me. I don’t need an audience.
“You’re so sensitive. I wonder how much of that is your nature, how much is from the injection, and how much is because you enjoy being restrained. We’ll never know.” He smiles. “It works both ways, Little pet. I’m as drawn to you as you are to me. The shot is forcing you to bond with me, but every inhale of your pheromones is causing my body to react toward yours in the same way.”
I’m panting. Nothing makes sense.
“I gather you have zero experience with intimate relationships, so I’m going to give you a taste of what to expect between us.”
I suck harder, tugging on my restraints. I’m going to implode.
Yozef slides a hand up and cups one of my breasts. “Your tits are so sexy, Little pet.” He lightly pinches one of my nipples. “These ripe buds make my mouth water.”
Now I’m writhing. I can’t lie still, but I can’t move, either. I’m on fire.
Yozef leans over and sets his lips on my nipple. He flicks it with his tongue, and I nearly fly off the table when he sucks.
Holy criminy. What’s happening to me?
Yozef groans as he switches to my other nipple, sucking and flicking it, too. When he releases it, he’s breathing heavily. “I didn’t mean to devour you so soon, Little pet.”
Is he apologizing?
“I can’t resist. You’re so unbelievably pretty. I didn’t expect you to be so attractive, nor did I expect the bond between us to be so sexual in nature. Usually, when we inject a small furry animal, it simply follows us around, and we feel the urge to pick it up and pet it. But it’s very different with you.”
Ya think?Again, I want to slap him. I’m not a furry animal. He keeps driving me between two extremes: wanting to murder him in his sleep for purchasing me as a pet, and wanting him to make me feel all the things he’s already begun. I know there’s more, and my curiosity is beyond piqued.
Yozef continues to speak casually while he circles my nipple with his finger. “The first few owners didn’t give their pets clothes because, again, they weren’t expecting as much resistance and intelligence as humans possess.”
My breath hitches. He’s so matter of fact as he speaks about me and my friends as if we have no ability to think on our own.
“But… The first owner realized his pet was constantly cold. Apparently, your body temperature runs lower than ours. You’ll be shivering all the time if I don’t bundle you up appropriately.”
He pauses, lifting a brow. “It’s actually a good deterrent. One of your punishments for bad behavior will be leaving you naked in your kennel until you can convince me you’re legitimately remorseful for your naughty actions.”
My nostrils flare. I’m not an infant. I hate the way he’s speaking to and about me. At the same time, I want to scream because he’s driving me mad with his finger. The entire time he’s talking, he’s playing absently with my nipples. Back and forth. Not even watching what he’s doing.
“I have the temperature in this exam room raised, so you won’t freeze to death on the table. I was stunned by how hot you wanted the bath water. That’s going to take some getting used to.”
I’m beyond grateful that I can understand him. That was so frustrating. But it’s difficult to focus on his words because he keeps touching me in places that make my heart race.
I’m wide-eyed as he moves to the end of the table. He sets his palms on my knees and gives a squeeze before sliding his huge hands up my thighs. “Your skin is so soft and pale. It’s stunning. So are your eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that shade of green.”
I’ve lifted my head the few inches I’m able to, but the moment he uses his thumbs to part my folds, I drop down and stare at the ceiling, panting again.
“I know you enjoy having your nipples stimulated, but you’ll learn to crave my attention between your legs, too, Little pet.” He inhales deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating. I want to push my tongue into your pussy and lap up your juices.”
What? My face heats. It’s not cold in here. It’sfartoo hot.
I’m shocked by how wet my private parts are when he drags a finger over the sensitive skin. “Have you ever been this aroused?”
I’m lucky I know the word aroused. I’ve read it in books. Scientific books about the way men and women on Earth procreated before our planet’s demise. What I know is clinical. A man put his penis inside a woman’s body and emptied his seed inside her—his semen. Sometimes that substance would get her pregnant, and she would give birth to another human in nine months.
My lessons don’t extend much beyond that. They certainly didn’t describe how enjoyable it would be. Arousal is what happens to a woman’s body to prepare her to take a man’s shaft inside her. I assumed it was simply a natural lubricant, and that is still true, but my stupid books did not mention how good it would feel.
