Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Before I can fully process the speech he just gave, his lips move to my neck, and the big meanie pierces me again. As I slip into another deep sleep, I’m aware of one solid thought. He’s right. I’m permanently aroused, and if he let me pull my legs together, I would come. Hard.
Chapter Eleven
Kalbrac
I’m pacing the sterile hallway on the mothership, nearly pulling my hair out of my head. It’s been six hours since I last spoke to Clara. The doctor thought it was best to keep her sedated and asleep to avoid agitation. I know he was right, but the fact that she’s been sedated didn’t keep her from developing complications.
About two hours ago, she started bleeding. Dankin assures me it was a known possible complication from the surgery. He’s working on her again now. Her blood must have been too thin. Something dislodged in the back of her nose, and blood started running out. He’s gone back in to stop the bleeding.
This is the most panicked I’ve ever felt in my life. Clara is my life. She’s my everything. If anything happens to her… It can’t. I wouldn’t be able to handle her loss. She has to be okay.
I thread both hands in my hair and tug yet again as I lean against the sterile wall and glance around. There’s no color here. It’s all silver and clean and boring. Why did I never notice this before? Why do I care?
Clara is light and color and sunshine. Yes, she’s going to challenge me. She’s going to argue and fight me every step of the way. And I can’t wait. I will never back down. She will never get her way on anything related to health or safety.
I’m realizing I will instate other rules just to assert my authority because she reacts so strongly to my dominance. She needs it. She didn’t know she needed deep submission in her life, but she’s learning.
I refuse to allow myself to imagine a world without her in it. Fate would not do that to me. She will survive this little hiccup. Dankin will fix her. I will focus on our future.
I close my eyes and picture us seven months from now in our home. She’s fully recovered both from the surgery and the effects of stasis. She’s mobile and toddling around, challenging me every step of the way.
I think about the unnecessary hard rules I will put into place. I’m going to be firm about letting her thighs touch. I will strap her legs wide when I change her and add cuffs to the basin in the kitchen so she can’t pull her knees together when I bathe her. I will do this because I love the way it frustrates her. She’s far less mad at me about the edict than she is at her own body for reacting so violently to my demands.
I like the way her scent fills the room, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her pheromones surrounding me at all times.
I smile as I come up with another rule I plan to instate. I won’t let my horny Little girl have any privacy. She will be with me at all times for the foreseeable future. I will tether her to me or a spot in the room so she can’t wander out of my sight.
In a way, that rule is a safety issue. She will be far less likely to get injured if I keep her close and tethered. She will hate and love the idea at the same time. I can picture her arguing with me about how unnecessary it will be to force her to stay so close, but she will crave that constant nearness at the same time.
The door to the exam room opens, and I jerk my gaze up to see Dankin exiting. He’s smiling. That’s a good sign. He sets a hand on my arm. “The surgery went well.”
“You said that the first time.”
“I know, but we always knew bleeding could be a complication. I’ve stopped the bleeding. She’s resting peacefully. I think it will be best if we leave her asleep for twenty-four hours. Give her time to heal. I can already tell she’s healing faster than she would have on Earth. Your essence is inside her, helping speed her recovery. She was doing great until that clot dislodged and led to the excessive bleeding.”
I nod. “Do you think it will happen again?”
“No. I cauterized all the blood vessels in that area. It won’t happen again.”
“When do you think it will be safe to begin our journey?” I’m anxious to get her home, but I also won’t risk her health. I want to be sure she’s fully healed before I put her into a six-month stasis.
“Probably two days. I’ll monitor her closely. Tomorrow we’ll let her wake up. She’ll be able to sit up and resume normal activities by then, but I want her to have an entire day without any signs of complications before I release her for transportation.”