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’m going to lower the top of your crib to remind you to stay in this position, Little pet. As I said, part of the reason I asked the guards to prevent you from sitting up was to keep you from hitting your head. That is still true. You are not going to be stable for several days. I don’t want you sitting without help. When I’m sure you can support your head, I’ll allow you more mobility, but until then, you may not take risks. Eventually, I’ll let you crawl, but if you complain about my rule, it will only cause me to push that date further.”
I sniffle and nod, sucking frantically on my pacifier.
Daddy covers me with a blanket, bends over, and kisses my forehead. When he straightens to his full height, he slides one side of the crib up and lowers it over the top of me. He mechanically adjusts it until it’s only a few inches from my face, even closer than the cage in the warehouse.
My slight panic makes me whimper, but Daddy reaches through the slats above me and rubs my tummy. “Shhh. You’re safe. The crib is locked now. No one but me can open it. Nothing will ever happen to you when you’re in your crib.”
He mistakes my terror for concern for my safety when what I’m really feeling is claustrophobia.
“Close your eyes, Little pet. Sleep now.”
I’m surprised by how easily I’m able to block out my confinement and let slumber pull me under.
NINE
When I wake up, Daddy is leaning over me. The top of the crib is gone. So is my blanket. He’s opening my diaper.
I cringe as I realize it’s full—and not just with pee.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I turn my head away while he cleans me up and spreads some kind of ointment on me. He doesn’t replace my diaper, which leaves me hopeful. Is he ever going to let me use a bathroom?
He pops the pacifier out of my mouth, smiling at me. “You slept well, Little pet.”
Of course he knows that. He probably watched me. Darn him.
“You were so tired. You fell asleep so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to discipline you for your insolence earlier,” he says matter-of-factly.
I whimper. There’s no sense arguing. Is he going to spank me again? Maybe that’s why he didn’t diaper me yet.
He reaches for the nightstand I saw next to his bed and then holds up a strange item. “I don’t suspect you know what this is.”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.” I try to sound contrite. What is he going to do with that?
“It’s called sagim. It’s a root vegetable. It burns when it touches sensitive skin. If you were to hold it in your mouth, your tongue and cheeks would feel like they were on fire in a few moments.”
I purse my lips.
He shakes his head. “I may make you hold it in your mouth sometimes, but today, you’re going to take it in your bottom.”
I gasp. My jaw drops open. I’m not wearing a diaper, so I’m able to clench my thighs together.
He swats my thigh. “Legs open, naughty girl.”
I start crying. “Daddy, I don’t want that in my bottom.”
“I’m certain you will not like it. This first time, I will only leave it in long enough for you to find out how uncomfortable it is. I’m going to introduce you to every type of punishment I can think of in the coming days until you learn what might happen to you when you misbehave.”
I’m scared. I don’t want anything inside my bottom, let alone something that will hurt.
“Roll onto your tummy, Little pet. I’m sure it’s still hard for you to hold your head up, so you can keep your cheek on the mattress this time, but I want your bottom in the air. Pull your knees toward your chest and raise your bottom high.”
For the second time today, I’m so overwhelmed that I float out of my body. It’s as though I can’t process what’s happening to me, so instead, I sort of don’t.
I’m like a robot as I follow his instructions, and I shudder when I’m finally in his required position. Never in my life have I expected any other living being to see me naked, let alone a man. An alien man was not in my wildest imagination—a giant alien man intent on treating me like a possession and punishing me regularly.
Yozef spreads one hand at the small of my back, covering nearly every inch of skin. Then he does the unthinkable. He bends over and licks my tight hole.
Licks it.
I squeal, trying to pull away from him.
But he holds me tight. “Stay still, naughty girl.”
“You can’t put your mouth there!” I argue.
He chuckles. “Zoey, I can put my mouth on every inch of you and inside every hole. Eventually, I will penetrate your anus with my tongue. This time, I’m simply lubricating you to make it easier for the sagim to slide in.”