Chapter 3
THREE
My mouth hangs open as I look at him.
“But your name isn’t Daddy,” I whisper.
“To you it is. You will call me Daddy and nothing else,” he says once again. “I am your Daddy.”
“But you aren’t my father.” I look at him oddly.
“Being called Daddy doesn’t mean you are his daughter,” Yamal says. “He is going to protect you, take care of you, and give you so much pleasure.”
I open and close my mouth several times, trying to wrap my brain around everything he is saying. I’ve never heard of a female calling a man Daddy other than her father. Or that’s what I’ve always been told on the space station.
“Pleasure?” My eyes go wide as I look between the two.
“Yes, pleasure.” Daddy smiles at me. “If you are a good girl, I will bring you pleasure.”
I cover my face with my hands and squeal.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Daddy asks.
“Stop!” I yell.
“It is a very important question to answer. Chale needs to know so he knows how much preparation you need before you can take him,” Yamal explains.
“Take him?” I look at Yamal in horror.
“Yes, when you have sex. When he puts his cock inside of you,” Yamal states. “If you have never had sex before or pleasured yourself, he will have to prepare you to take him so he doesn’t hurt you.”
My face turns bright red as my body heats from Yamal talking.
“I think Leah likes the thought of that,” Daddy huskily says in my ear. “I think you want me to give you so much pleasure and prepare you so you can take me. Don’t you?”
I shake my head and hide my face in his chest. “No.”
“That’s a lie.” He chuckles. “Do you know what liars get?”
I hold onto his shirt, not saying a word.
“They get put in time-out or they get spanked,” he explains. “Do you want to reconsider your answer?”
I don’t move, not wanting to alert him that I am paying attention.
“Answer me, Little one.” He runs his hand up and down my back. “Do you like the idea of me bringing you pleasure? Of me preparing you to take me?”
I open my mouth.
“Think carefully before you answer,” he gently says.
“Yes,” I whisper, utterly mortified by my answer.
He hums and threads his fingers through my hair. “That’s what I thought.”
“Let’s get on with the examination, and you can answer my questions as I look you over,” Yamal says. “Have you ever touched yourself, Leah?”
Daddy rubs up and down my arms as Yamal gets closer to me. I quickly turn my face into his chest, so he can’t look over my body. But as I move, I hit my foot against Daddy, and I groan in pain.
“What’s wrong, Little one?” Daddy asks.
“Foot,” I mumble, tears pooling in my eyes.
How have I forgotten about my foot already? The throbbing should have kept me occupied, but it seems like whenever I’m with Daddy, all I can do is think about him. Why do I have this attraction toward him? Why do I want to be near him all the time?
“Look at her foot first,” Daddy tells Yamal. “She was injured when she was brought to me.”
“I’m going to feel around your leg now,” Yamal gently explains.
“Nooo,” I whine and pull my leg up.
I don’t want anyone touching it. I don’t want it to hurt even more than it does right now.
“I need to examine to make sure that you aren’t going to worsen the injury,” Yamal says.
“That doesn’t make sense.” I peek at him.
“I don’t want it to get infected. Where did you hurt yourself?” he asks.
I stay silent and put my head back in Daddy’s chest. I grip onto his shirt and let out a sigh. I need to stop calling him Daddy, but it feels so natural. But I shouldn’t want to. I shouldn’t want to be so close to him.
“It got caught on the cage,” Daddy explains. “Or that is what I was told. Is that what actually happened, Little one?”
My whole body freezes at his question. If I agree, will he get mad at me for speaking badly about the guards? If I don’t agree, is he going to punish me for lying?
I grip the sides of my head and close my eyes tightly. It’s better to stay silent.
“Leah, answer me,” Daddy demands. “Tell me the truth.”
I shake my head. Nope. No way am I going to get in trouble.
“She must be afraid,” Yamal whispers.
How does he know? Do they have some type of way to read my mind?
“You have nothing to be afraid of. I just want you to answer truthfully,” Daddy gently says as he grabs onto my hands, detangling them from my hair and putting them to my side. “Is that how it happened, or was I lied to?”
Daddy lets go of my hands and cups my face, pulling back so I’m looking into his eyes.
“You’re okay. They can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispers. “Just tell me if that is what happened or not.”
Tears pool in my eyes, and I suck in a breath.
“You’re okay.” He wipes away the tears on my cheeks. “I bet you were so scared. You are with me now. I won’t let anything happen to you. You are mine to keep and protect.”
I stare into his eyes, letting the tears fall freely. I was terrified when they came into the room and went straight toward me. But how did he know that?
“I told them to be gentle with you and not to scare you,” he mumbles. “It looks like they did the exact opposite.”
He did what? I blink several times as I stare at him. Dadd... I mean, Chale is confusing me right now.
“I am going to have to give her a shot if she was injured on one of the cages,” Yamal says, bringing me out of my trance. “I don’t want her to get an infection. I don’t know when they were cleaned or whether they are rusty. Can you tell me that?”
My head snaps in his direction as I look at him with wide eyes. A sh-shot?
“Were the bars rusty?” Daddy asks as he rubs my back.
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
I wasn’t concerned about the bars at the time. All I wanted was to stay away from them and be safe. I was more worried about how everything was going to play out.
“It’s okay, I figure you wouldn’t know. Which means you will need to get a shot just in case.” Yamal smiles softly at me.
I shake my head. “No.”
I grip onto Daddy’s shirt even tighter and take a deep breath in. There is no way I am going to get a shot. Nope.
“Little one, it’s not up for discussion. Yamal says you need to get a shot so you don’t get any sort of infection. You are going to get one. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Daddy says.
“No,” I say once again.
“Leah.” His tone holds warning, but I don’t pay any mind to it.
“I don’t want a shot,” I whine and pull my foot away from Yamal.
Yamal lets me take my leg back and chuckles. “Do you want to get sick?”
I open and close my mouth. Of course I don’t want to get sick, but I don’t want to get a shot either. They hurt, and you end up having to get more shots afterward.
“Pills?” I ask.
Yamal shakes his head. “We don’t have pills for this. It only comes in injection form.”
“No,” I firmly say.
“Little one,” Daddy growls. “You are going to get the injection.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes,” he counters.
I glare at Daddy, letting go of his shirt.
“No.”
Daddy grips my cheeks with his hand and brings my face closer to his. “Yes, and that’s the end of the discussion.”
Before I can fully comprehend what I’m doing, my fist flies in the air and hitting Daddy in the chest.
“No!” I raise my voice.
Time freezes around us as Daddy and I stare at each other.
“Did you just hit me?” Daddy slowly asks.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I mumble and look away from him.
“I think you do. Did you just hit me?” he asks once again. “Think twice before answering.”
I take a shaky breath in and slowly let it out. Shit. I look down at my hand and point at it with my other hand.
“How naughty of you to do something like that. I didn’t tell you to do that. I think you should go out for time-out or have a spanking,” I lecture my hand.
“I think you need to have a spanking as well,” Daddy hums.
My mouth falls open as I look up at Daddy. “My hand does. It was all my hand, not me!”
He raises an eyebrow. “It was you, and you know it.”
I shake my head. “It really wasn’t me. My hand must have a brain of its own and decided to do it by itself.”
Panic goes through me as Daddy just stares at me. He isn’t falling for whatever I’m trying to sell.
“No, it does not. If you lie to me one more time, your punishment will be worse,” he quietly says.
“Chale! I really didn’t mean to. I don’t know what came over my hand, but it really wasn’t me.
I didn’t mean to hit you. I promise. You can’t punish me when I really had no intention of hurting you,” I rush out.
“You can even ask my hand if you want.” I push my hand right in front of his face.
“I didn’t mean to do it. It acted on its own accord! ”
Chale takes my hand in his own. “Daddy. Not Chale.”
“That doesn’t matter right now!” I raise my voice and throw my other hand in the air. “Right now, I need you to pay attention that it was not me who actually hit you, but my hand.”
Yamal chuckles, and I throw him a glare before looking at Cale.
“I’ve told you several times that it is Daddy and not Chale, but you still call me by my given name. To you, I am Daddy and nothing else. If you call me Chale one more time, I will throw you over my lap and spank you.” His voice is calm yet deadly.
I open and close my mouth several times before I finally point a finger at him. “You can’t do that!”
He gently grabs onto my finger. “I can’t?”
I nod. “You can’t! I am my own person, and you can’t spank me.”
“I want you to understand something,” he gently says. “You are mine, and I am yours. I am your Daddy. If you are naughty, I will correct you and give you a punishment. I will spank you.”