Whenever we went to the nurse’s quarters on the space station, all they did was take our temperature from under our arm and give us any shots that we needed. But Yamal said that everything looked good, which makes me think that I won’t need any shots.
“So, Little Pet. What do you want to do?” he asks.
I look up at Daddy. “Go with you?” It comes out as a question.
I don’t know what I will be doing there if I go with him. Will I be bored, or will I be able to roam around and see what I want?
“If you stay here, you will be put in your kennel like you are now. If you come with me to the office, you will go between staying in your kennel and kneeling next to my leg,” he explains. “I just wanted to give you some information in case you were still unsure.”
He knew I wasn’t. But what do I want to do? Staying in the kennel will be so boring in the apartment, and I know he won’t give me anything to do. At least if I go with him to the office, I can look around and see new things.
“Office,” I mumble. “You.”
A smile blossoms across his face, and he opens the top of the kennel before picking me up.
“Daddy is so glad you are coming with me.” He kisses my forehead. “I was going to respect your decision if you wanted to stay in the apartment, but I knew I would be worrying about you the whole time and not be able to get any work done.”
I blink several times as I stare at him. He would really be worried about me like that?
“Maybe I should put some cameras in the apartment, so whenever I do have to go to work, and you don’t want to come with me, I can look to see if you are okay,” he mumbles to himself. “No, that won’t do because then I will be watching the feed the whole time and not get any work done.”
Daddy shakes his head, coming out of his daze and looks at me, a small smile on his face.
“But maybe that won’t be such a bad thing. If I have to go anywhere, I can watch you the whole time and make sure that you’re okay.” He chuckles to himself. “I think I’m going to do that. Then I can capture whether you’re naughty or not while I’m gone.”
“I think you are going to have to come with me every time I go to the office. Or we are going to just have to suck it up and deal with being away from each other for a little while,” he says.
He is going to have to deal with it because I won’t mind one bit if he leaves me in the apartment. As long as he doesn’t put me in the kennel and lock it.
“Let me pack a couple of bottles for you. Then we can head to the office.” Daddy places me on the ground in the kitchen.
“Clothes?” I ask as I look down at my naked form.
Daddy looks down at me and shakes his head. “No clothes, Little Pet. We’ve been over this. It is normal for you to go around in just your diaper here on Venkoria. No one is going to look at you twice, or stare at your figure. It is natural.”
“Shirt?” I ask once again, trying my luck again.
Even if it was a crop top, I would be much happier with something covering my chest. To feel more secure when we go out. What if one of the other men sees me and decides he wants me for himself? What if Daddy leaves to go do something, and the person comes in to harm me?
I wrap my arms around my chest and shiver at the thought. There are so many bad possibilities that could happen, and I’m not prepared for any of them. I don’t know how to fight against anyone, and I definitely can’t fight against any of the men on Venkoria. They are massive and have huge muscles, whereas I don’t have anything.
“I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you, so you can get rid of those thoughts.” Daddy pats my head. “You are always safe with me.”
“Cold,” I mumble, still trying to get some form of clothes before we leave.
It isn’t a lie that I am cold. Whenever Daddy isn’t right next to me, and our skin isn’t touching, I always find myself getting colder and colder.
Daddy hums as he looks at me. “Maybe I should give you a shirt. I don’t know how I feel about someone else seeing what is only for my eyes.”
I look up at him expectingly and nod. My stomach warms as he wants to keep everything about me to himself.
“Stay right here,” Daddy says.
He leaves the room and comes back before I can even think of anything, shirt in his hand.
“Raise your arms,” Daddy commands.
I lift my arms over my head, and Daddy places the shirt on me. The shirt with my hands raised reaches just below my boobs, but it’s better than nothing.
