Page 37 of Vabar

Daddy is surprisingly adept and quick about braiding my hair. When he’s done, he releases my ankles, turns me around, spreads me open, and grabs a diaper.

I’m pulsing with need. It’s so frustrating that I want to scream.

After putting the diaper under my bottom, he gently spreads ointment on my folds, watching my face the entire time. “My Little pet enjoyed her paddling.”

I purse my lips, not wanting to answer. It’s not necessary. He can smell my arousal.

Pressing my eyes closed, I inhale deeply as he secures me in the diaper. He’s not going to let me come. I think about how I ended up in this situation. I was arguing about taking care of the marn.

The truth is, I’d do it again. I miss that little furball. She kept me calm all day. I wish he would let me keep her.

Daddy picks me up, kisses all over my face, and carries me to the kitchen. Trobu and Chinz are in the living room. They sit close and watch as Daddy feeds me a bottle.

I’m beyond exhausted by the time Daddy returns, with me in his arms, to the bedroom. He lowers me onto my pet bed, tucking Juju in with me. He attaches me to the eye hook in the floor, hooks a pacifier to the front of my collar, and covers me. “Sleep, Little pet.” He kisses the top of my head, and I’m already drifting off before he leaves the room.

EIGHTEEN

We fall into a routine. This is my life. When we’re in the apartment, I eat, sleep, and crawl around. When we’re in the shelter, I have very little freedom. Daddy keeps me chained to multiple hooks in the floor, ceiling, and walls. Usually more than one. He’s obsessed with my safety.

Sometimes, he leaves me naked, except for the harness, and makes me use the litter box. Other times, he diapers me. I think it depends on how busy he is.

The shorgs are always with me. They’ve declared themselves my protectors. They’ll tolerate the other workers approaching me, but barely. The only person permitted to touch me is Daddy. If anyone else gets that close, they growl.

Daddy lets me take care of the marn during the day. Since he never takes her away from me while we’re in the shelter, I don’t dare ask if she can go home with us at night. I won’t risk him denying me her comfort during the day.

I’m definitely her person. She climbs all over me and snuggles against my skin. We keep each other warm. I’ve secretly named her. I only use her name in a low whisper so Daddy doesn’t hear. I don’t think he’d be pleased to find out I’m so attached to her that I call her Suzy.

The shorgs are smart. They’re also perceptive and can scent better than me. I may have a higher IQ, opposable thumbs, and the natural ability to walk on two legs, but these guys know when someone else is in the building before I do.

They inadvertently inform me. It starts as a low growl. After a minute or two, they sit upright and position themselves in front of me. I think they’re also protecting Suzy. They’ve switched from tolerating her to seeming amused when she wants to play with them.

With each passing day, she gets stronger. She stays awake longer and has started exploring the area around us. I don’t let her crawl off my pet bed because I won’t be able to reach her if she strays away from me. She may not be on a leash, but I am.

Some days, Daddy has meetings. People come and go into the conference room. When this happens, he always puts me in my kennel. He allows Chinz and Suzy to join me. Trobu sits guard outside my locked cage each time.

The arrangement amuses Daddy. He chuckles when everyone takes their places.

And then there’s sex. I haven’t misbehaved since the night Daddy paddled my bottom. I haven’t argued or asked for things I can’t have or had any tantrums—even though I frequently consider doing so. It’s much more satisfying when Daddy spreads me out on his bed and fills my cunt with his wicked tongue than when he edges me and leaves me needy.

He’s stretching me so his cock will fit inside me. I don’t argue about that either, because heaven knows I’m concerned about how big he is and how much it will hurt when he puts his shaft inside me.

His scent drives me to distraction. The bond between us is growing more by the day. Even though I can’t smell other guests in the visiting areas of this building, I can scent Daddy. I usually know where he is in the building, or at least how far away he is in any given direction.

I hate when he’s not within my line of sight. It stresses me out to be left with his employees. I know they would protect me with their lives, but they aren’t Daddy.

The only time I’m truly relaxed is when he’s holding me, preferably naked against his bare chest. I like to rub my pussy against him because I know it tempts him to strip out of his pants.

It’s a conundrum because, on the one hand, I’m scared out of my mind about having sex with anyone—let alone a giant Venkorian. On the other hand, I think about it every waking moment. I’m well-aware that the injection I was given is driving me to want a deeper intimacy with him. It’s not something I can fight, however, so I crave him like a drug.

For the first few days, I worried about Daddy’s daytime employees, Kalvo and Longi. I watched them closely, wondering how much attention they would pay me. After all, in my mind, they should be distracted to have a naked female human in their workspace all the time.

Daddy says my modesty—and that of all humans—is learned behavior. Venkorians weren’t raised to believe it’s improper to expose themselves. Even though they don’t have deep connections with their females, they do, on occasion, have sex. And their females do not possess the modesty I feel.

Of course, Daddy also says he’s never felt any kind of attraction to a Venkorian female, not like he feels for me. That makes my heart soar. I like knowing he feels as deeply for me as I do him. I almost don’t care that the reason is out of our control—a stupid injection that’s forcing our emotions.

Kalvo and Longi do not look at me the way Daddy does. They politely keep their gazes on mine when we make eye contact. I never see any lascivious expressions or secret glances at my naked body. I truly don’t think they’re interested in me sexually.

That doesn’t mean Trobu and Chinz let Kalvo and Longi get too close to me. They don’t let anyone approach besides Daddy. Even when I’m napping, they growl deep and low, alerting me to possible danger.