Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
This oasis is huge and so inviting. There’s a large grassy area, plants, and a strange boxed-off section filled with something brown. Sand? Is it a sandbox? I’ve seen them in pictures. I’ve never touched grass or sand. And…
My breath hitches. “Is that a swimming pool, Daddy?”
He smiles. “It is. I’ll take you in it soon. First, we need to get your skin protected. You’re very pale. You need sunscreen before you step out into direct sunlight.”
We’re standing under an awning at the door still, but Daddy moves toward a table that has a large open umbrella, which creates another shaded area.
He pulls out a chair and sits before settling me on his lap. There’s a basket on the table. I can see towels and several other items in it. Daddy grabs a tube of something. “I assume you’ve never worn sunscreen.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Have you worn lotion?”
I nod.
“It’s a lotion, but it has ingredients to keep your skin from burning in the sunlight.”
“I think I’ve read about that. They had it on Earth.”
Daddy slides me between his huge thighs, letting me stand on my feet. When he removes the blanket and sets it on the table, I gasp and cover my breasts, my eyes darting toward Galar.
Daddy quickly grabs my wrists and lowers my arms. He turns me sideways, keeping me firmly between his legs, holds my wrists behind my back with one hand, and leans slightly to one side to reach into his back pocket with the other.
It happens so fast that I have no chance to process what’s coming before Daddy swats my nipple so hard all the air leaves my lungs. A second later, he does the same to my other nipple.
It’s one of those tongue depressors.
My buds are on fire, the ache so shocking that I can’t breathe.
Daddy sets the stupid stick on the table and lifts my chin. “What have I said about playing with your tits, naughty girl?”
I want to argue. I want to point out that being exposed to the guard is so unnatural to me that I can’t help but instinctively cover my breasts. I want to tell him that I wasn’t playing with my nipples. But I don’t. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmur.
He continues to hold my chin, tipping my head even more, forcing me to give him all my attention. The position arches my back, further exposing my chest. “Do you want me to take you inside, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.” Though I’m not sure about that. Would I rather be inside Daddy’s apartment, where no one else can see my nudity? Or can I manage to overcome my modesty in order to explore this oasis, even though it’s obvious Daddy is not going to let me cover my breasts?
“This is your only warning, Little pet,” he admonishes. “If I have to reprimand you again, we will go inside.”
“Yes, Sir.” My lips tremble, and I’m fighting back tears. I keep having this conflicting sensation where I want to cry because I hate my status here, while at the same time, I want to please Yozef. It upsets me greatly when I disappoint him.
“Do you think you can support yourself standing between my legs for a few minutes so I can get the lotion on you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases my wrists. “Hold on to my thighs.”
I turn to face him, setting my palms on his enormous legs. I’m trembling from the harsh reprimand, the sting that continues to make my nipples throb, and the fact that I was just punished in a humiliating manner in front of Galar.
Daddy slides a hand down the front of me, trapping his arm between my torso and his crotch. I don’t know what he’s planning until he squeezes the front of my diaper. “You haven’t peed in a while, Little pet. Use your diaper before I put lotion on you.”
My face heats. I glance toward Galar again. Can he hear us? I’m sure he can. I’m so embarrassed. “Daddy…” I hiss.
“Zoey, Galar will be close to you anytime we’re not inside the apartment.
There may be times when he even comes inside.
You will get over this need for modesty.
It has no place on Venkoria. I may give you clothing, but only to keep you warm.
You don’t need anything covering your body out here.
I will not allow you to hide yourself from my view. ”
Tears well up in my eyes. “But…”
“Galar may find you pretty. Many males will, but he will never act on that inappropriately. He is paid to guard you. He is a professional.” Daddy grips the front of my diaper again. “Wet yourself, naughty girl.”
I hate this part. I don’t want to use a diaper. I don’t want Galar or anyone else to think I can’t hold my pee. That I’m somehow not capable of being potty-trained. I’ve been using a toilet for most of my life.
Daddy turns me sideways again. He hoists me and extends me over one thigh in a way that causes his thick, muscular leg to press against my bladder.
I’m dangling over him, my head hanging to the outside and my legs between his. It’s uncomfortable. And now I really need to pee. Daddy is so tall that even my braid, dangling past my head, doesn’t reach the ground.
Daddy rubs my back. “You may not play until you pee in your diaper, Little pet.”
Unable to prevent it any longer, and unwilling to risk being taken back inside, I let my bladder go.
“That’s a good girl. See how good that feels? Your life will be much easier when you stop trying to hold in your urine. I want you to ignore the instinct to grip that muscle. Relax your bladder so your pee-pee leaks out anytime there’s pressure.”
I can’t do that. It would be impossible to pretend I can’t hold my urine. It would also be mortifying.
When he stands me between his legs again, the diaper hangs heavy between my parted thighs.
This is the first time he’s ever let me stand, and it’s awkward.
There’s a constant reminder of the bulky material.
When, and if, he finally lets me start walking on my own, the diapers will force me to remember my place.
I’m ten times more self-conscious standing on this roof with the guard watching me than I was inside Daddy’s apartment. I twist to look around, suddenly worried about who else might be watching me, relieved to find that this building is the tallest in the area. No one can see me. Thank goodness.
Daddy grips the tabs on the sides of my diaper, letting it fall open so he can swipe it away.
My breath hitches, and I set my hands on his thighs. I have to force myself not to react. My instinct is to grab the blanket for cover. It’s one thing for him to expose my breasts to Galar. It’s another thing for him to let the guard see my private parts.
Pursing my lips to keep from arguing, I stand very still while Daddy holds me in place with his knees at my ribs. He reaches for a box of wipes in the basket on the table and pulls a few out before wiping my pussy.
I hold my breath, willing him to be quick, but he does no such thing. He drags the wipes between my folds and over my clit, over and over, far more than necessary to clean my skin.
When I can’t keep from drawing in oxygen any longer, I suck in a breath. But my eyes roll back, and a moan escapes. Yozef does this to me. Forcing me to be aroused right here on the roof with Galar only a few yards away.
I don’t dare look in the guard’s direction. I don’t want to know if he’s watching me demonstrate how weak I am. I’m sure he knows. He must think human pets are incredibly horny beings.
I’m so relieved when Daddy bends to set the wipes on top of the diaper that I’m totally unprepared for him to bring his fingers between my legs again.
A whimper escapes. My knees weaken. The pressure that keeps building every time he touches me like this is more intense than ever.
“Don’t fight it, Little pet,” he whispers in my ear.
I think I might die when he removes his fingers. By now, I’m so aroused that I no longer care who is watching. “Daddy…” I whine.
Chuckling, he turns me so I’m facing away from him. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off my feet. “Spread your legs, Zoey. Straddle Daddy.”
I obey him because I don’t seem to have the ability not to. And I’m panting when he settles me on his lap, my legs obscenely wide around his thighs. He adjusts me so my back is pressed against his chest.
“Reach up and clasp your hands behind my head, Little pet.”
I’m going to faint. I’m so vulnerable. Embarrassed beyond measure. And unable to stop this trajectory.
Threading my fingers at the base of his head causes me to feel ten times more exposed. My breasts rise high. My nipples are so hard they could cut something. And my pussy is dripping.
Daddy whispers in my ear, “If you can keep your hands where they are, I’ll pleasure you, Little pet. Is that what you want, Zoey? Do you want Daddy to finger your little cunt until you come?”
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy,” I mumble. I need what he’s offering more than I need modesty.
He’s pressuring me on purpose. I’m not directly facing Galar, so he can’t see my nudity, but he has to know what Daddy is doing to me.
This is Daddy’s way of asserting his dominance.
Forcing me to accept his touch, no matter who might be watching.
He plants one palm over my breast and slides the other between my legs. “Your tits are so sexy, Zoey,” he says against my ear. “Can you feel how hard my cock is against your back?”
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s huge. I haven’t seen it, but the bulge is enormous.
With my pussy gripped in his hand, he strokes his fingers through my folds.
“No one can see you, Little pet. Not even Galar. He’s too professional to ever give any indication he has any clue what I’m doing to you.
In the coming days, your body will become more and more addicted to my touch.
You’ll crave my fingers in your pussy all the time.
And I do not want to ignore your needs just because someone else is nearby.
So, you will learn to pay no attention to them and accept your pleasure when Daddy offers it.
Understood?” While he’s talking, he’s stroking through my wetness. It’s maddening.
“Yes, Sir…” I manage to murmur.
Daddy pinches my nipple and clit at the same time. “Come, Little pet. Do it now.”
My body obeys his order, waves of my release making me pulse from head to toe.
It’s hard to care that Galar can hear me crying out.
All my focus is on the pleasure as it dawns on me that I will always be a slave to this feeling.
I may be owned by Yozef, but my slavery is cemented by the way he makes my body hum.
I’m still wobbly as Daddy lowers me to my feet, once again between his legs. He grabs the sunscreen and pours some onto his palm.
My body is still trembling all over. The feeling doesn’t ebb as he rubs the lotion all over me, even reaching a finger under my collar to ensure no part of me is left exposed to the sun.
My vision blurs when he palms both my breasts and spends far more time than necessary covering them with sunscreen.
He moves down my body, rubbing the lotion on my legs next, and then up to my bottom, even pulling my cheeks apart so no part of me isn’t slick with sunscreen.
I’m nearly out of my head by the time he’s done. I just had an orgasm, which is more than enough stimulation to leave me trembling and dizzy, but then Daddy stroked every inch of my naked body, and I have no idea if Galar is watching. I can’t bring myself to check.
What next?