He pops the pacifier out of my mouth, smiling at me. “You slept well, Little pet.”
Of course he knows that. He probably watched me. Darn him.
“You were so tired. You fell asleep so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to discipline you for your insolence earlier,” he says matter-of-factly.
I whimper. There’s no sense arguing. Is he going to spank me again? Maybe that’s why he didn’t diaper me yet.
He reaches for the nightstand I saw next to his bed and then holds up a strange item. “I don’t suspect you know what this is.”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.” I try to sound contrite. What is he going to do with that?
“It’s called sagim. It’s a root vegetable. It burns when it touches sensitive skin. If you were to hold it in your mouth, your tongue and cheeks would feel like they were on fire in a few moments.”
I purse my lips.
He shakes his head. “I may make you hold it in your mouth sometimes, but today, you’re going to take it in your bottom.”
I gasp. My jaw drops open. I’m not wearing a diaper, so I’m able to clench my thighs together.
He swats my thigh. “Legs open, naughty girl.”
I start crying. “Daddy, I don’t want that in my bottom.”
“I’m certain you will not like it. This first time, I will only leave it in long enough for you to find out how uncomfortable it is. I’m going to introduce you to every type of punishment I can think of in the coming days until you learn what might happen to you when you misbehave.”
I’m scared. I don’t want anything inside my bottom, let alone something that will hurt.
“Roll onto your tummy, Little pet. I’m sure it’s still hard for you to hold your head up, so you can keep your cheek on the mattress this time, but I want your bottom in the air. Pull your knees toward your chest and raise your bottom high.”
For the second time today, I’m so overwhelmed that I float out of my body. It’s as though I can’t process what’s happening to me, so instead, I sort of don’t.
I’m like a robot as I follow his instructions, and I shudder when I’m finally in his required position. Never in my life have I expected any other living being to see me naked, let alone a man. An alien man was not in my wildest imagination—a giant alien man intent on treating me like a possession and punishing me regularly.
Yozef spreads one hand at the small of my back, coveringnearly every inch of skin. Then he does the unthinkable. He bends over and licks my tight hole.
Licks it.
I squeal, trying to pull away from him.
But he holds me tight. “Stay still, naughty girl.”
“You can’t put your mouth there!” I argue.
He chuckles. “Zoey, I can put my mouth on every inch of you and inside every hole. Eventually, I will penetrate your anus with my tongue. This time, I’m simply lubricating you to make it easier for the sagim to slide in.”
Without warning, he keeps me in place with the hand on my back, holds my butt cheeks open with his fingers, and drags his tongue over my tight entrance.
A moment after that, he holds the root against my hole.
I’m going to die of mortification. I don’t want him to do this. I start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Relax your rectum, Zoey,” he orders. “It will hurt more if you clench around the root.” He twists the tip at my entrance. It already burns. I hate it.
Yozef doesn’t stop. He doesn’t care about my tears. He keeps turning the sagim like a corkscrew, forcing it into me a little at a time.
I lift my head off the mattress. “Ow, ow, ow,” I wail. “That hurts. Daddy, please stop.”
He pulls it out, licks me again, and then starts over. This time, he pushes it in farther. It seems like it’s a foot inside me when it’s probably more like two inches.
