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“Only a little, Sir.”

“The cut isn’t very big. I’m going to put a small butterfly stitch over it to ensure it stays closed, but I suspect in a few days it will be fine. Can you lie back for me, Little pet?” It’s not really a question. Daddy is already stretching me out on the exam table.

“Would you hold her arms above her head?” Yamal asks Daddy.

I shudder as I’m extended out like this. It makes me feel ten times more exposed.

Yamal closely examines every inch of my skin, pausing at each small abrasion, most of which are in places where it’s obvious the harness rubbed me. When he’s satisfied that I won’t die from a few scrapes on my front, he rolls me over and does the same on my back and bottom.

Lastly, he helps Daddy turn me face up. Yamal palms my knees. “Bend your legs and spread your knees, Rava.”

I whimper as I do so. This isn’t the first time someone has so intimately examined my pussy. I still don’t like it. It’ll take years for me to get used to such an invasive inspection.

I grit my teeth while Yamal parts my folds and pokes around. “I don’t see any injuries in or around her pussy from the harness.”

“That’s good,” Daddy says, blowing out a breath. “Do you think she could have gotten a concussion when she hit her head on the bar?”

“It would be possible, but I don’t see any evidence of that, either. I think she’s perfectly fine. She might be sore for a few days from being handled so roughly, but most of her injuries are going to be emotional. Don’t be surprised if she experiences anxiety in the coming days. She might have nightmares. She went through a traumatic experience.”

Daddy nods. “I’ll make sure she feels as safe and protected as possible.”

“That’s all you can do.” Yamal eases my knees together.

As Daddy helps me sit upright, keeping both hands on me so I won’t fall, he asks, “Do you think I should keep her restrained as much as possible? After all, someone managed to blow a hole in the fucking floor and take her anyway. What if the explosion had injured her or killed her?”

There’s deep frustration in Daddy’s voice.

Yamal nods. “I can understand why you would have doubts, but I’ll be honest with you, few Venkorians possess the kind of firepower it took to break that chain. I think it was a fluke. I find it unlikely something like that would happen again. In addition, I suspect there’s a solid chance your pet will crave even more restraints than she’s been accustomed to. That’s normal. I’ve seen that sort of response in other human pets after they’ve experienced a scare like this one.”

Daddy’s brow pinches together as he looks at me.

I say nothing. I bet Yamal is right. I felt far less anxious after Daddy connected us at the chest, and I’m going to panic every time he walks away from me. Leashes will probably keep me from having a full meltdown.

“One more question,” Daddy murmurs, his gaze still on me.

My face heats because I instinctively know what he’s going to say.

“Is it safe to fill my Little pet’s pussy with my cock tonight?”

Yeah, my cheeks couldn’t possibly get any hotter.

TWENTY-THREE

After Yamal leaves, Daddy surprises me. He puts a diaper and clothes on me. Well, not clothes exactly. More like footed pajamas—the kind infants wore on Earth. He smirks while he dresses me.

I’m all warm and snuggly and pleased and confused and surprised and about ten other emotions at once. I thought he would haul me into his apartment at the first opportunity and make good on his promise to fill my pussy. Instead, I’m not partially naked for the first time since I met him. He has never once covered my chest.

“Daddy?” I ask as he lifts me into his arms, propping me on a hip. I’m collared—because that circle around my neck will always be there, but he hasn’t put my harness back on me or even attached a leash.

When we step back into the main room of the shelter, it’s filled with people. Even more than when we arrived earlier. Several men are working on the entrance, two men are repairing the floor, where my chain was blown to smithereens, and several of Daddy’s employees are dealing with the animals. It looks like they are going from cage to cage, checking to make sure each pet is safe and unharmed. Comforting them.

Daddy whispers in my ear, “You see all these men?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No one would dare approach this shelter right now. The authorities are still surrounding the building. Absolutely nothing can happen to you.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I don’t know why he’s telling me this, and I fidget in his hold. I even reach up and touch my collar, fingering the loop in front that almost always has a leash hanging from it. “But…”