Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I nod. I’m afraid to utter a word.
“You will always address me respectfully, as Sir or Daddy. I’m aware you’re more intelligent than I originally expected when I purchased you, but I still expect you to obey me at all times.”
When he lifts that brow in the way that tells me he expects compliance, I mutter, “Yes, Sir.” Mostly because I don’t want to talk to him right now. I want to look out the window. And I shift my gaze in that direction as soon as I utter those two words.
Yozef surprises me by turning and readjusting me a bit so I can see outside. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and brings his lips so close to my neck that I can feel his breath. “Good girl, and your voice is pretty. I can’t wait to hear more of it.”
His voice is deep this time, and I quiver all over from the tone and his breath hitting my neck.
I’m wrapped up like a burrito again, but Yozef slides one of his hands into my cocoon so he can touch my bare skin.
I clamp my thighs as close as I can around the bulk of the diaper and lean toward the window, trying not to look my owner in the eyes. He’s doing things to me. My body responds to him in ways that I don’t understand.
When he nibbles on my earlobe, I whimper.
“I can smell your arousal, Little pet. You like my mouth on your neck, don’t you?” He sets his lips on my skin and makes a smacking noise. I think he’s kissing me. I think he kissed my nipples and my pussy earlier, too. I barely know what kissing is, but I assume this is it.
I don’t reply, but he’s making it difficult to focus on the outside world. I want to see everything. I’m blocking out the bulk of my reality in order to take in this new planet. I have no recollection of Earth, and that’s the only planet I’ve ever been on. This is exciting.
Yozef moves his hand from my waist to my chest. He cups one of my breasts and thumbs the nipple.
I arch my back and moan before catching myself and shoving at his hand.
He chuckles. “Don’t fight it, Little pet. You can’t stop the bond that’s growing between us.”
I like the sound of his laughter. It vibrates through my body. I wish he would do that all the time instead of barking orders at me.
Yozef switches his attention to my other breast and treats it the same, rubbing my nipple until it’s swollen and hard.
Wetness gathers between my legs, and my pussy clenches. It’s a frustrating sensation that I’ve experienced several times since I met Yozef. Each time, I’m left oddly hanging as if there’s more, and I’ve been cut off.
“Put your hands on the windowsill, Zoey,” he orders in a deep voice.
When I hesitate, he bites down on my earlobe just enough to make me wince. “Be a good girl. Do as you’re told.”
He’s so bossy. I want to defy him. My instinct is to tell him no. But my body disagrees. Something inside me points out that my obedience will earn me something amazing. That side of me is winning. My curiosity is driving me to behave.
The problem with setting my palms on the windowsill is that the blanket falls away, exposing me. It’s warm enough in the car, so I’m not instantly freezing, but I have goosebumps. I think Yozef is causing them.
“That’s a good girl. Do not move your hands until I say so,” he murmurs as he slides his palm up and down my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.
More wetness floods from me at his words of praise. I can’t keep from whimpering. There’s a tight knot inside me, threatening to uncoil and explode.
“Straighten your spine, Little pet.” He pushes the blanket down, totally revealing my body.
I have to remind myself that he said no one can see into the car. I hope to the heavens that’s true. It’s bad enough that I’ve been exposed to so many people, but I can’t handle that extending to the entire planet.
Every inhale draws more of his essence into my body. It seems as though the strange bond between us is growing by the second. I can’t stop it. It’s on its own trajectory. Out of my control.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers when I obey him once again. “Lean forward a bit more. I like the way your tits hang in front of you.” He cups one and then the other so lightly his touch is almost imperceptible.
My arousal grows from his fingers and his words. His suggestive tone is dirty. His actions are even filthier.
When he grips one of my nipples, my eyes flutter closed, and I tip my head back. It almost seems too difficult to hold my head upright. It feels heavy. Yozef said it was because of the gravitational pull. It’s stronger here than on the space station. But I think my head is also heavy because Yozef is distracting me.