My rescuer smiles at me as he sets a palm between mybreasts and leans over, so his face is inches from mine. “Hey, Little pet.”
Eyes widening, I dig my teeth into the stupid nipple, but it must be made of something indestructible because I can’t bite into the material.
“My name is Yozef, but you’ll call me Daddy. They told me your name is Zoey. I’ve heard from prior owners that human girls get feisty when they aren’t allowed to keep their names.” He chuckles.
I glare at him as hard as I can. He hasn’t seen feisty yet if he doesn’t release me from these bindings.
Yozef sits on the edge of the exam table. It’s so large that there’s plenty of space for him around me. He leans across my body and sets a hand next to my head, giving me his full attention.
He taps the metal ring around my neck. “The collar allows you to understand what I’m saying. It works as a translator. I can turn it off if I so desire, so don’t test me.”
I’m forced to either swallow or drown, so I suck once on the nipple.
“When we heard about a space station filled with living beings, we believed your species would be far inferior to ours. That is often the case when we find aliens.”
Aliens? He thinksI’mthe alien? Ha. He’s the alien. I’m disgruntled and pouting inwardly, even though, logically, he’s right.
“It’s rare that we discover an intelligent species, so you’ll have to bear with me as I learn what your capabilities are, because trust me when I say Venkorians arefarmore advanced than humans. But let me be clear, Zoey, I purchased you as a pet. I did so because I’ve heard through the rumor mill that your species is intriguing. You will provide me with entertainment,even though I now suspect you to be more sentient than expected.”
I suck again. Darn him. I’m furious.
“I know you’re angry right now, but my decisions with regard to your care at this time are for the best. You need to be tamed, and the best way to ensure you understand who’s in charge is to cut off your ability to speak and restrain you. You’ll earn privileges with good behavior. I will train you to obey me.”
I don’t think I’m even capable of blinking as he lectures me.Good behavior?I’ve been treated so badly since I was taken from the space station that the only behavior in me is screaming and yelling.
Sure, this man—Yozef—has been relatively kind to me since he saved me from the cage, but my opinion of him went downhill fast when he declared I’m to be a trained pet. I’m so pissed right now that it’s probably for the best that my mouth is stuffed and my body is restrained.
Foul language isn’t something we used on the space station. We were taught to be polite even in the face of such adversity. However, I have learned some choice words in my readings. Right now, all of them are flipping through my mind. I wonder if Yozef would even know them. Would they translate into Venkorian?
He sets his huge palm on my naked chest again, spreading his fingers so they stroke my breasts. He holds my gaze while he touches me, smiling. “I promise you’ll become attached to me soon, Little pet. You can already feel the magnetic pull to me. It’s intentional. When I purchased you, you were injected with a serum that causes you to be drawn to my pheromones.”
I gasp.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. It’s not experimental or even new. We’ve been using it for a long time. It’s how we get all ourpets to bond with their owners. I suspect you’ve never heard of such a thing on your planet, huh?”
I think I shake my head. How barbaric! Will it really work? I already know the answer. I’m so drawn to Yozef that the thought of his scent not filling me makes me panic. And that infuriates me. I’ve been forced to crave this man. I want to slap him, and I’ve never slapped anyone in my life.
I’m not a violent person by nature. I don’t yell at people. But I’ve done my share of screaming since I was kidnapped from the space station. I’m angrier than I’ve ever been in my twenty years.
Yozef teases my breasts. I tingle all over, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise on my skin. Or maybe it’s the chill in the air. Probably both.
He lowers his gaze to stare at my body, drawing circles around my nipples without touching them directly. Sensations I’ve never experienced bombard me. My private parts feel warm and swollen. I’m pulsing between my legs.
The longer he looks at me, the more my growing need builds. Need for what? I don’t understand what I’m experiencing. All I know is that it feels so good. I’m mesmerized by the way he’s worshipping me.
FIVE
Yozef dances his fingers down my stomach and then to my thighs. My legs are spread open enough for him to reach between them, and he taps some part of me that makes the room spin.
A strange sound fills the silence, and I suddenly realize it’s coming from me. I’m moaning. My face heats with humiliation. And what did he touch? Until my bath, I had no idea I had a tiny body part that would light me on fire when stroked.
“They tell me there were only females on your space station. Is that true?”
I nod. There’s no reason to be obstinate. I want to be, but I can’t bring myself to be so defiant while he’s stroking me so intimately. So casually.
“Did you never touch yourself right here, Little pet?” He taps me again in that mysterious spot.
I groan louder and tip my head back. My hips are so firmly restrained that I can’t escape his fingers.
