Page 49 of Julan

Trying to push all my questions aside, I set my head on Daddy’s shoulder and cling to him. My anxiety rises slightly as we exit the elevator on his work floor. It always does. People stare at me. I sense a mixture of curiosity, jealousy, and mistrust.

I don’t look at them. I close my eyes and bury my face in Daddy’s neck. I’m rigid until we enter Daddy’s office and he closes the door.

He leans me back in his arms and meets my gaze. “Relax, Little pet. You’re safe. You know Daddy will never let anything happen to you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I’m trembling all the same. Eventually, I’ll get used to this routine, but right now, I just want him to take me back home, strip me naked, and make love to me again like he did last night.

He gives me a wicked grin. “What’s going through that naughty mind of yours, Little pet?”

I flinch. Shoot. I can’t hide anything from him.

He chuckles. “It must have been something that involves sex because you suddenly smell like you’d like to strip my clothes off.”

I gasp. My cheeks heat.

He laughs again and lowers a hand to my breast to thumb my nipple over my jammies. “Hard little points.”

I glance at the glass window that separates his office from the rest of the department. If anyone looked…

Daddy pinches my titty. “Don’t worry about other people. I won’t expose you to them, but that doesn’t mean I won’t play with your nipples or even your pussy wherever I want.”

I meet his gaze, gripping his shoulders. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He releases my nipple and kisses me. “Maybe you need something inside your pussy while I work. Something to remind you that I love you to pieces. Something that will keep you thinking about what we will do when we get home.” He lifts a brow.

My breath hitches, and I clench my pussy. What would he put inside me?

“Too bad I don’t own such a thing, but I’m going to make some calls today and have something made. I like the idea of you squirming in your kennel with your pussy full.”

I wiggle on his lap at the idea, my pussy pulsing, and my arousal leaking out.

Daddy leans in and whispers in my ear, “My Little pet likes the idea, too.” He kisses my neck before lowering me to my hands and knees, “Get in your kennel, Little pet, before I decide to take today off work and haul you back to bed.” He pats my bottom.

I consider taunting him to see if he’ll decide that going back home is an excellent idea, but I decide against it. I want to be his good girl. I want him to be happy with my behavior. I can’t misbehave all the time because that won’t get me what I want.

What I want is Daddy. I want whatever I can get from him. His love. His devotion. His cock…

I know over time he’ll lighten up on his overprotective ways. Maybe not as much as I’d like, but enough. I just need to be patient. Be good. Count my blessings. I’m a lucky human. I may be a pet, but there are worse things that could have happened to me than to fall in love with a Venkorian man who worships and adores me.

Yep. I’m going to crawl into my kennel and count my blessings.