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)
“Your scent is intoxicating, Little pet. I heard it would be, but I couldn’t fully imagine how drawn to you I would be. You’re stunning. So delicate and small. So pretty. I’m going to enjoy you very much.”
The idea both frightens and intrigues me. I’m already enjoying him. He’s making me feel things I never knew possible. But at what cost? Will I spend my entire life as this man’s slave?
That’s what it feels like. I spent a few days in a cage, assuming I was a captive slave. Now I discover I’m actually meant to be a pet. Is there a difference?
He’s stroking my breasts and nibbling on my neck. It’s so maddening that I can’t focus on the outside I so desperately want to see.
With another whimper, I lift one of my hands from the windowsill. My only thought is to do anything to slow my racing heart.
But Yozef stops me by flattening my palm back into place. “I didn’t give you permission to move your hands, Little pet,” he murmurs close to my ear.
I tremble, wondering if he’s going to punish me. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He kisses my neck again. “I expect you to obey me, Zoey. I know you’re confused, and everything is new, but I will train you to obey me. I will punish you when you don’t and reward you when you do.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“It will set a very bad precedent if I don’t enforce my rules from the start. You need to know I will not be a pushover, Little pet.”
I turn my head toward him. “I’ll be good,” I promise. Is he going to punish me now? I don’t like the firm look in his eyes or his furrowed brow that suggests he’s already made his decision.
He tugs the blanket off me completely and tosses it on the seat. “Lie over Daddy’s lap, face down.”
Tears fall. I don’t know what he’s going to do. “I’ll be good,” I repeat.
He cups my face. “I suspect you will, in the long run, Little pet. You don’t strike me as someone who will enjoy being punished. Time will tell.” He grabs my hips and lifts me a few inches. “Turn over, Zoey. I want you on your tummy over my thighs. If you’re not quick about it, I’ll add to your punishment.”
My movements are awkward, but I scramble to obey him. I’m scared. The unknown is heavy in the air. Why does he want me to lie over his lap?
Yozef surprises me when he removes the tabs from the sides of my diaper. He sets one enormous hand on the small of my back. “Fold your arms under your cheek, Zoey.”
A sob escapes me as I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl. Do not move them while I spank you.”
Spank me? No. No, no, no, no, no.
He pulls the back of my diaper all the way off and stuffs it between my thighs, exposing my butt. Gripping my entire bottom with one hand, he says, “I’m going to give you six swats for your first spanking. They will hurt. You will remember this and think twice about misbehaving next time.”
I hold my breath. Tears run down to land on my forearms. I don’t dare move. It’s just six swats. Surely, I can endure this. But I’m fuming.
The first slap of his palm against my tender skin takes my breath away. My entire body tenses as I absorb the pain. My butt throbs, and I grit my teeth.
After a few seconds, he does it again. I think this one is harder. Huge tears run out of my eyes. This is so humiliating. I don’t know if I can tolerate four more.
But I do. I lie very still, not daring to move an inch, while Yozef—Daddy—finishes my punishment.
I’m not the sort of person who gets in trouble. I haven’t been spanked since I was a toddler, and that’s more of an assumption. I can’t remember that far back. I’m furious, but at the same time, my sobbing is causing me to suck in his essence with every breath.
It’s as though he’s filling me with his pheromones, and I’ve been conditioned to crave him. My bottom is on fire, but the space between my legs is swollen and needy.
Instinctually, I rock my hips, trying to rub the tender nub against his thigh.
Yozef moves so fast, I don’t have a chance to pull in a breath before I’m on my back on the seat next to him. He grabs my knees, pushes them toward my chest, and spreads them open.
My eyes bug out. Fear consumes me, but I don’t have time to say a word or beg for forgiveness before Yozef lifts his hand and lands a hard swat to my pussy.
All the air leaves my lungs. I can’t draw in a breath. My private parts are pulsing from the intensity of the slap and something else. Need. Desperation. For something elusive.