Yozef moves his hand from my waist to my chest. He cups one of my breasts and thumbs the nipple.
I arch my back and moan before catching myself and shoving at his hand.
He chuckles. “Don’t fight it, Little pet. You can’t stop the bond that’s growing between us.”
I like the sound of his laughter. It vibrates through my body. I wish he would do that all the time instead of barking orders at me.
Yozef switches his attention to my other breast and treats it the same, rubbing my nipple until it’s swollen and hard.
Wetness gathers between my legs, and my pussy clenches. It’s a frustrating sensation that I’ve experienced several times since I met Yozef. Each time, I’m left oddly hanging as if there’s more, and I’ve been cut off.
“Put your hands on the windowsill, Zoey,” he orders in adeep voice.
When I hesitate, he bites down on my earlobe just enough to make me wince. “Be a good girl. Do as you’re told.”
He’s so bossy. I want to defy him. My instinct is to tell him no. But my body disagrees. Something inside me points out that my obedience will earn me something amazing. That side of me is winning. My curiosity is driving me to behave.
The problem with setting my palms on the windowsill is that the blanket falls away, exposing me. It’s warm enough in the car, so I’m not instantly freezing, but I have goosebumps. I think Yozef is causing them.
“That’s a good girl. Do not move your hands until I say so,” he murmurs as he slides his palm up and down my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.
More wetness floods from me at his words of praise. I can’t keep from whimpering. There’s a tight knot inside me, threatening to uncoil and explode.
“Straighten your spine, Little pet.” He pushes the blanket down, totally revealing my body.
I have to remind myself that he said no one can see into the car. I hope to the heavens that’s true. It’s bad enough that I’ve been exposed to so many people, but I can’t handle that extending to the entire planet.
Every inhale draws more of his essence into my body. It seems as though the strange bond between us is growing by the second. I can’t stop it. It’s on its own trajectory. Out of my control.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers when I obey him once again. “Lean forward a bit more. I like the way your tits hang in front of you.” He cups one and then the other so lightly his touch is almost imperceptible.
My arousal grows from his fingers and his words. His suggestive tone is dirty. His actions are even filthier.
When he grips one of my nipples, my eyes flutter closed,and I tip my head back. It almost seems too difficult to hold my head upright. It feels heavy. Yozef said it was because of the gravitational pull. It’s stronger here than on the space station. But I think my head is also heavy because Yozef is distracting me.
“Your scent is intoxicating, Little pet. I heard it would be, but I couldn’t fully imagine how drawn to you I would be. You’re stunning. So delicate and small. So pretty. I’m going to enjoy you very much.”
The idea both frightens and intrigues me. I’m already enjoyinghim. He’s making me feel things I never knew possible. But at what cost? Will I spend my entire life as this man’s slave?
That’s what it feels like. I spent a few days in a cage, assuming I was a captive slave. Now I discover I’m actually meant to be a pet. Is there a difference?
He’s stroking my breasts and nibbling on my neck. It’s so maddening that I can’t focus on the outside I so desperately want to see.
With another whimper, I lift one of my hands from the windowsill. My only thought is to do anything to slow my racing heart.
But Yozef stops me by flattening my palm back into place. “I didn’t give you permission to move your hands, Little pet,” he murmurs close to my ear.
I tremble, wondering if he’s going to punish me. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He kisses my neck again. “I expect you to obey me, Zoey. I know you’re confused, and everything is new, but I will train you to obey me. I will punish you when you don’t and reward you when you do.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“It will set a very bad precedent if I don’t enforce my rulesfrom the start. You need to know I will not be a pushover, Little pet.”
I turn my head toward him. “I’ll be good,” I promise. Is he going to punish me now? I don’t like the firm look in his eyes or his furrowed brow that suggests he’s already made his decision.
He tugs the blanket off me completely and tosses it on the seat. “Lie over Daddy’s lap, face down.”
