Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Sir frowned.
“By then our Master/pet bond will have formed more fully, little one—it has already started to form even now. I doubt by the time we are finished with this quest you will wish to leave my side.”
I glared at him and put a hand on my hip again.
“I don’t feel any bond between us and I don’t believe one is going to grow.”
“Then you have to give me a chance to make it grow,” Sir told me. “And then, if you still wish to leave me when our task is done, I will take you back to your home world.”
That seemed to be about as good a deal as I was going to get from him, so I decided to take it.
“All right—it’s a deal.” I nodded and stuck out my hand.
“What are you doing?” Sir frowned at my offered hand.
“It’s an Earth custom—you shake when you make a deal,” I said. “Here, hold out your hand.”
With a bemused expression on his face, he did as I asked. I took his hand—I felt like a little kid, holding an adult’s hand because of the size difference—and shook it firmly.
“And this is how you humans seal a bargain?” Sir asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
“In most cultures,” I said. “I mean, I’m sure there are places on Earth where they don’t shake hands but in my country, at least, this is how we do it.”
“All right.” He nodded solemnly. “We have an agreement.”
“Good.” I winced and touched my cheek again. “Um are you done putting those healing bandages on my face?”
“Almost.” His face went dark for a moment. “I want to put some around your throat as well, where that bastard choked you. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’d really like to take a bath,” I told him. “I feel like I still have that asshole Shadrack’s rotten fish stink on me and I want to wash it off.”
Sir raised his eyebrows in obvious confusion.
“His what did you say?”
“His smell—his stink. He stunk like rotten fish!” I exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice it. He reeked.”
“I, er, must have been too busy punishing him to notice,” Sir murmured, frowning. “But if you’d like a bath, I’ll be happy to give you one as soon as I finish applying the healing wraps.”
“Oh, can’t I take one myself, though?” I asked. “I mean, you don’t always have to bathe me, do you?”
Sir frowned.
“I most certainly do, little one. You agreed as your part of our bargain to continue your pet training. Tell me—do you have any pets back home on Earth that bathe themselves?”
“Well…no,” I grumbled. “But I just thought—”
“Are you going to abide by our deal?” Sir asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I sighed.
“Yes, Sir. I will.”
“Good. Then let me finish applying these wraps and we’ll put you in the tub,” he said agreeably.
I wanted to complain, but I realized I really couldn’t. I had basically traded away the rights to my bodily autonomy in order to take a chance on saving my galaxy. Well, at least I had a noble cause to let my Master handle my body and get me all hot and bothered, I thought. Though I was afraid being intimate with him was going to make it harder to leave him in the end.
But hard or not, I will leave him and I will go back to Earth when all this is over, I promised myself. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life as an Alien Overlord’s pet!
I was certain of that.
TWENTY-ONE
SIR
Little one was silent after we struck our bargain but I could almost see the neurons in her brain firing as I applied the rest of the healing wraps. She was determined to resist me—determined that after we made our presentation in Court, she would be going back to her home world of Earth.
I was equally determined that she would not. I was going to tie her to me in every possible way, I vowed to myself. And I was no longer going to be giving her regular pet training. I was going to train her as my Sex Pet—that would deepen the intimacy between us and grow the Master/pet bond much faster.
And whether she knew it or not, that bond had already begun to grow. The fact that she had smelled another Korrigon male and found his scent repugnant proved that. Shadrack—the pet stealing bastard—hadn’t smelled of anything much in particular. Maybe some sweat, but nothing like the “rotten fish” odor little one had described. She was disgusted by him because she was already beginning to bond to me.
Knowing that made my heart swell in my chest. She would be mine—mine forever, whispered a possessive little voice in my head. No matter what bargain we had made, I would never, ever let her go.