Page 17 of My Wild Pet

Annoyed, I slap her breast firmly but not harshly, a reminder of her place. Still, she cries harder.

“Enough of this,” I say, more to myself than her. I try again, running my hand through her fur gently, this time, I allow my fingers to slightly enter her folds and I briefly touch her clitoris with my thumb, but once again, she pushes me away.

I frown, confused. “What’s wrong with you?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wild One approaching. I motion for her to come closer.

When she reaches me, I stroke the fur between her legs to test her reaction, fully expecting her to lash out. Instead, she stares at me, her green eyes wide with what I can only describe as bewilderment.

This isn’t what I anticipated from her. No anger—just a strange curiosity in her expression, as though she’s trying to decipher my motives. For a brief moment, I’m fascinated.

A loud hiss breaks my focus. I whip my head around to see Yellow One sprinting toward the airlock, her body lit by the flashing orange emergency lights.

“Stop!” I shout, my voice echoing through the space, but it’s too late.

Her small hand slams against the blue release button. The airlock begins to open, and the sudden vacuum pulls at everything in the room. My heart lurches as loose objects are sucked into the void.

Without thinking, I grab Wild One and pull her against me, holding her tightly as I activate my gravity boots. The suction is fierce, threatening to tear us apart, but the boots hold firm, anchoring us to the floor. Wild One clings to me instinctively, her naked body trembling against mine as the airlock completes its cycle.

Three long seconds pass before the alarms stop blaring and the room begins to pressurize. Warmth and oxygen flood back in, but it’s already too late for Yellow One. She’s gone, her body lost to the emptiness of space. The only thing left of her is the part of her leash still attached to the tethering bar.

As the air stabilizes, I loosen my grip on Wild One.

She looks up at me. Her green eyes frantic.

“What happened?” I ask rhetorically. I know she can’t understand me or answer with the muzzle on.

She shakes her head and motions for me to remove it.

“Nice try,” I say, ignoring her request.

I take a moment to steady myself, replaying the scene in my mind. Yellow One’s actions were impulsive and thoughtless. She likely didn’t understand the consequences of opening an airlock. She might have thought her leash attached to the tethering pole would have kept her safe. Humans are ignorant of the dangers that exist beyond their little planet.

I glance down at Wild One. She’s watching me closely, no doubt waiting for direction. Some humans have such a short attention span I wonder if she remembers there was another female with her.

I pat her head in reassurance. At least I still have one human to train.

CHAPTER 7

Briar

“The word was ‘pet.’ We are pets,” Rebecca says. She’s the other woman who was bought by the grey man and the one who had kept trying to explain to me what was going on while we were in the cells.

I adjust my jaw against the muzzle, wincing at the rawness of my skin. Another human pet, clever enough to decipher part of the access code, managed to release the locking mechanism just enough for me to speak, though it’s still awkward. “That’s not what I got,” I manage to say. “I kept thinking... bet, set...”

Rebecca stares at me like I’m the dumbest person alive. “Why would we be saying ‘bet’ or ‘set’? That doesn’t make any sense.”

I shrug helplessly. “Right?”

She shakes her head and sighs. “But it was justified, I mean, what you did to that man.”

I’m confused for a minute. Then I remember, Big. She’s talking about him. “He blamed his bad behavior on all of you in the cell across from ours.”

“How?”

“Because you were all naked.”

“Every human in this place is naked,” she says flatly.

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