“That’s better. I’ve told you that you will earn your pleasure. You will not take it.Idecide when you’ve pleased me enough to grant you an orgasm. Not you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t have the first clue what an orgasm is, but I suspect it has something to do with the giant ball of need building inside me. Even his spanking and the swat to my pussy have not quelled the desire. If anything, it’s grown. But I don’t dare mention this fact. There’s something terribly wrong with me.
Yozef inhales deeply and gives me a slow smile. “My girl is desperate for release.”
I purse my lips. I suspect he’s telling the truth, even though I don’t know what that release is.
“Yamal was probably right. I’ll be able to use edging as a form of discipline.”
I frown because I still don’t know what edging is. But I am sure I don’t want to know.
EIGHT
I’m shocked speechless when we get to Yozef’s home. After he put my diaper back on and bundled me into the blanket, we pulled into an underground structure that I learned was a parking garage. I think they had these on Earth. I’ve heard of them in books. I’m actually rather surprised to find that this planet probably has a lot of similarities with Earth.
Yozef puts the pacifier back in my mouth, secures it behind my head, and completely covers me again. He holds me close as he exits the car. After a short walk, he stops, but a moment later, I feel the distinct lurch of an elevator.
I’m aware there are other Venkorians in this small cubicle because I can smell them. I assume they are guards, but they say nothing.
When the elevator stops, Yozef exits. He blows out a relieved breath as if our arrival has eliminated a mountain of stress. I wonder how serious he was about me possibly being kidnapped. What a joke. I was already kidnapped. That’s how I ended up with him as my jailer. Why would I care if another Venkorian takes me?
But I do. I don’t want another owner. I want this one. I can’texplain why, but I know it in my soul. The fact that he recently spanked both my bottom and my pussy has not made me as angry as I want to be. Heck, he also spanked my nipples. My fury was fleeting in both incidents. Remorse lingers. I didn’t like him disappointed in me, and I don’t want to see that disapproving look in his eyes again.
Yozef—Daddy—props me up, lowers the blanket from my head, unfastens the pacifier, and pops it out of my mouth. “We’re home, Little pet.”
I gasp as I look around. The place ishuge. Again, I wonder who else lives here. “Do you have a wife?” I ask him.
He startles and looks at me. “No, Zoey. I don’t have a wife. We don’t practice that sort of custom on Venkoria.”
“You don’t live with women and have families?”
“No, Little pet, we don’t. Our males are amicable with our females, but we don’t develop strong feelings for each other. It’s not in our nature. Our females live in separate communities.”
“But how do you procreate?”
He smiles and settles me on his hip, still moving through the enormous open space toward a kitchen area. “You are going to surprise me with your intelligence. I can already tell. Apparently, the rumors are true. Humans are more sentient than expected.”
I frown. “We’re not animals.”
He chuckles. “Not the furry kind, at least.”
I growl. Maybe it’s not my finest decision, especially since I just insisted I’m not an animal, but I can’t stop myself. “I’m not an animal, Yozef. I’m not a pet. I am a human. I’m smart. I’m educated. I’m an adult. Probably not much younger than you. Stop treating me like a pet and answer my question. How do you procreate?”
It feels good to put my foot down, though I suspect I’m going to regret it in about fiveseconds.
This man, who insists on my calling him Daddy, ignores me, instead opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle. There are six bottles in there, already prepared.Great, I think sarcastically. Another bottle.
He pops it into what I realize is a heating device like a microwave, but seemingly more advanced. A few seconds later, he takes it out and shakes it, all the while supporting me on his hip with his free hand.
Yozef takes quick strides toward a comfortable-looking armchair and sits, reclining it so his feet are elevated. He adjusts me until I’m cradled in his arms.
Finally, he looks me in the eyes. “Let me address a few things. First of all, to answer your inquisitive question: we do not need to have intercourse with our females to procreate. They can do so on their own. Their bodies produce sperm that allows them to impregnate themselves.”
I gasp. “Seriously?”
“Yes, naughty girl. I will not lie to you. I’ve told you my species is far more advanced than yours. You will learn. In addition, I am most certainlynotthe same age as you. Perhaps I look young to you, but I’m ninety-two years old.”
I gasp.
