Chapter 10
TEN
To say I’m addicted to the stupid pacifier would be an understatement. I suck on it like it’s a lifeline. I might actually perish if I don’t suck harder and faster every time he lets me have it.
I’m grateful he’s allowing me to keep the nipple in my mouth as he carries me through his home, giving me a tour. My bottom is still on fire, and my pussy is still throbbing, but those were both his intentions. He’s evil.
He shows me his home office, his workout room, and the huge bathroom attached to his bedroom. The thing that stood out to me the most was the tub.
Well, one other item is stuck in my head, too. The toilet. It’s larger than any I’ve ever seen and far too high off the floor for me to easily use. This makes me worry that he has no intention of letting me pee in a receptacle.
I’m surprised by how ordinary most things are. Some cooking methods seem odd and more advanced than what we had on the space station, or before that on Earth, but most of the appliances are at least similar.
I’m not wearing clothes, but he does have me wrapped in a soft blanket.
Eventually, he settles on a giant chair in the living area. It’s clearly his favorite place to sit, comfortable and made for his size. After lifting a footrest, he props his feet, so his knees are bent, and leans me against his thighs.
I’m facing him, and he spreads my legs open wide to settle my feet on either side of his hips. Once again, I’m exposed, and that sensation increases when he unwraps the blanket so my chest is bared to him.
I whimper, but as I reach for the sides of the blanket, intent on pulling it around me, he grips my wrists and brings my hands to my sides. “Let me look at you, Little pet,” he says in a soft voice.
His gaze roams to my chest, and as he stares at my breasts, my nipples tighten. I end up arching my back, unable to keep from reacting to his attention.
“I’m sorry it took me several days to pick you up.
That’s my fault. I was not in town when you were brought to Venkoria.
I picked you out from the photos in your file and purchased you because I didn’t want to risk someone else buying you first. Something about you called to me.
But that caused you to be left in the holding center far longer than anticipated. I’m sure you were scared.”
A strange sound comes out of me. He has no idea how frightened I was. I’m not sure I’m less panicked than I was this morning, however.
I suppose it’s different now. I’m in his home. Apparently, he’s very strict and intends to train me to be obedient. The idea is infuriating. But I have conflicting emotions because when he looks at me like he is right now, I feel cherished.
“You’re so very pretty.” He releases my wrists, lifts my lower back, and tucks, first one, and then the other hand under me. “Leave your hands here, Little pet.”
Next, he opens my diaper and pulls the front of it away, exposing me entirely.
A moan fills the room. It’s coming from me. My face heats. I’m both embarrassed and aroused at the same time. It seems like I’m constantly a bundle of conflicting emotions.
“So pretty…” he murmurs as he brings his pointers to my breasts. He circles the globes reverently, causing my nipples to harden further. It’s maddening. I’d rather he spank me on the turgid tips than tease me like this.
“I didn’t expect you to be so sexual, even though I was told it was a possibility. You’re becoming more attached to me by the minute. Your body craves my touch. It’s fascinating. I’m so pleased.” He smiles.
I suck harder.
His gaze comes to my face, and his brow furrows. “I’m not sure how I feel about you developing a dependency to that pacifier.” He plucks it out of my mouth and sets it on the end table next to him.
I whine as I twist to look at it. “Daddy…”
He swats my breast hard and fast. “No whining,” he commands.
I purse my lips, trying not to make another sound of desperation. Now the side of my boob is burning.
“You need discipline, naughty girl.” He pinches one of my nipples, making me arch again, as if I want him to grip it harder. Some odd part of me wants exactly that.
Daddy twists the hard bud and holds it captive, making me gasp. The new pain spreads down my body, seemingly connected to my pussy.
I don’t dare try to avoid him or remove my hands.
“Do you realize that your body craves pain? That every time I give you a taste of masochism, your pussy creams?”
Licking my lips, I frown. I don’t know what he means.
He smiles warmly again. “A masochist is someone who derives pleasure from pain. Someone who craves it. You might even discover you need it in order to reach orgasm.”
My lips quiver. His words make no sense. Why would I want him to hurt me?
“I can smell the changes in your pheromones, Little pet. You’ll never be able to hide your arousal from me.
I can use that to my advantage. Once you’ve had a taste of pleasure, you’ll do anything to get it again.
Pleasing me will become addictive, like that pacifier.
You’ll do it to get the reward. But you’ll also misbehave because you’ll learn to enjoy the denial that comes with pain when you’re a naughty girl. ”
I understand half of what he’s saying. It’s impossible to focus because he’s still holding my nipple, tweaking it, twisting it, pulling on it.
Finally, he releases my bud, and I blow out a breath. I’m not sure whether I’m grateful or disappointed because, apparently, he’s right. I like it when he inflicts pain on me.
His palms come to my inner thighs. “I’m going to pleasure you now, Little pet, so you’ll know what it feels like. You must not move. Would you rather I place you in your crib and restrain you?”
“No, Daddy,” I murmur.
He lifts a brow. “Can you be a good girl and remain still with your hands tucked under your back while I touch your pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m not sure it’s possible, but I’ll try.
He slides his palms higher and pulls my folds open with his thumbs. “Such a potent pussy. Don’t worry. No one else will scent it as strongly as I do. The bond between us caused by the injection ensures neither of us feels this level of attraction to any other being.”
His gaze moves to my pussy. Once again, he torments me by touching me there. He circles my clit casually before stroking against my entrance.
Copious amounts of fluid are leaking out of me. My arousal, he says. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before today.
“Do you feel the pressure building, Zoey?” He sets his palm on my stomach. “In here. A tightening. A need that makes you think you’ll explode.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. That’s exactly what I feel, and not for the first time. He’s done this to me several times.
Daddy presses against my entrance, where a penis would go if I were going to procreate with a human. Is he going to put his cock in me like the doctor suggested? The idea scares me.
As if reading my mind, Yozef says, “Don’t panic, Little pet. Daddy is only going to enter your tight cunt with my finger right now. You’ll need a lot of stretching before you can take my cock comfortably.”
A low moan escapes me, partly because his words are so crude. Until today, I’ve never heard the word cunt, and I’m certain it’s not a polite word based on the tone he used.
He shifts his attention to my clit again, pulling on the skin around it with a few fingers, making it more exposed.
He looks down. “Your clit is so pretty and pink when I pull the hood back and expose it.” He looks down. “I’m going to enjoy licking it. But not right now.”
He licked my bottom earlier, and he kissed my pussy, too, so it shouldn’t surprise me that he intends to lick my clit. The idea makes the tight knot in my tummy clench further.
“Most of your pleasure will come from me touching this sweet clit, Little pet. The rest of your delicious feelings will come from me stroking your G-spot. It’s a button inside your cunt at the top of your channel. When I press against it, you will experience euphoria.”
I squirm, concentrating hard on not removing my hands. I wish he would give me what I crave and stop talking about it.
Finally, he gently grips my clit between two fingers as he flips his hand palm up and eases his middle finger into my channel.
I wince. The stretch is too much.
“Shhh… Be a good girl. Breathe through the pressure. I’m going to take my time, but we need to stretch your tight cunt out, Little pet.”
Slowly, he enters me, easing back each time before reaching farther.
Eventually his entire finger is in me, and he holds it deep before suddenly thrusting it in and out.
I gasp as the pressure builds.
Daddy grips my clit tighter, holding it captive. Just when I think I might completely come apart, he curls his finger inside me and drags it along the top of my channel, just like he said he would.
Something changes. A need. It grows. I’m climbing higher and higher. Every nerve in my body tingles as he grazes that elusive spot again and again.
My eyes roll back, and I lift my hips.
More. Ohheavens. More.
Suddenly, I’m on top of the universe. I’m going to fly. There’s a moment of total suspension. I can’t hear or see anything. I’m floating. It’s blissful. It doesn’t last long enough. Seconds. And then euphoria, just like he said.
I think all my cells come apart and have to be pieced back together as waves of the most intense pleasure consume me. My channel grips his finger hard, pulsing around it. My clit does the same between his fingers. I jerk violently from head to toe, unable to control the tremors.
When it’s over, I slump against his thighs, panting, unable to move a single muscle.
But I’m smiling. Now I understand what all the fuss is about. Holy heavens. How often is he going to do that to me?