Chapter 10
TEN
Two weeks later
I sit in front of the window and look out at the city below us. I’ve been here for two weeks, and I haven’t left the apartment once. Daddy has only left the apartment twice since bringing me back.
Is this how my life is going to be now with Daddy looking over me twenty-four seven?
“What are you looking at?” Daddy asks.
“The city,” I mumble and lean my forehead against the glass.
I am going out of my mind with how bored I am. All I can do is crawl around, look out the window, and sleep. And eat, but I don’t pay much attention to it. Daddy has been feeding me at least six bottles a day for the past two weeks, trying to get me to gain weight, and I have.
But I still pretend that I am cold to keep the blanket around me, so my body isn’t on display. If Daddy finds out I’ve been lying the past couple of days, things aren’t going to end well for me.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
I stay silent.
“Little pet, how are you feeling? Are you still cold?” Daddy asks. “I can have Yamal come over and examine you.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
“So you aren’t cold anymore?” Daddy asks.
I shake my head. “I’m still cold.”
“But not as cold?”
My whole body freezes. Why is he asking so many questions? Does he know something that I haven’t told him? No, he can’t possibly know that I’m a little warmer.
“Little pet?” he calls my nickname and squats next to me. “Talk to Daddy.”
Even though I’ve been here two weeks, I still haven’t called him Daddy out loud. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to say that word yet. It feels too official, like I’m going to be here for the rest of my life if Icall him that.
I don’t want to be here for the rest of my life. I want to go back to the space station.
But at the same time, something inside of me is telling me to stay here with Daddy.
That he is the one for me. I will have an amazing life if I stay with him.
I can’t think about it, though. Daddy might be waiting for me to get comfortable with him before he decides to do what he really wants with me and make me suffer.
“Little pet?” Daddy gently touches my shoulder.
I flinch and look at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
But everything is wrong. I can’t seem to keep my mind away from him. Every single thing I do has me thinking about him. Has he cast a spell on me?
“You don’t feel as cold as before. Do you need the blanket?” He pulls the blanket away and feels my skin.
I turn around and grab the blanket, pulling it to my chest and staring at him with wide eyes. What is he doing?
“Leah, at some point you won’t be able to use the blanket to cover yourself. If you aren’t cold anymore, we can put the blanket back in your kennel,” Daddy gently says.
“I’m still super cold,” I rush out.
Maybe he’ll believe me and let me have the blanket for the rest of my life or until he gets bored with me and sends me back to the space station.
“How long have you been feeling warmer?” Daddy asks.
I open and close my mouth, not knowing what to say.
“I’ve always felt cold,” I whisper, looking away from him.
“This is your last chance to tell me the truth before I put your over my lap and spank you.” His voice turns serious.
“I promise that I still feel cold like before,” I lie.
I let out a steady breath, trying to calm myself down so I don’t give away anything. He can’t know how I really feel.
“Leah.” He gives me a pointed look.
But I don’t say anything. If I stick to what I say, he won’t know it’s a lie.
He sighs, looking over my face. “Tell me the truth.”
“That is the truth. I still feel as cold as I did before,” I fib once again. “I’m so cold. That’s why I still have the blanket around me.”
“But you haven’t wanted to be in my arms. If you were truly that cold, you would want to be close to me so you can stay warm,” Daddy points out.
I blink several times. Shit. He caught me red-handed.
“I knew it,” he mumbles. “How long have you been feeling better?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t!” I keep up with my lie.
“Leah,” he growls. “Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not!” I raise my voice.
Before I know what is happening, Daddy pulls me away from the glass, letting the blanket drop to the ground as he lifts me into his arms.
“Stop!” I scream. “Let me go!”
But Daddy doesn’t stop. He walks over to the couch and sits down, placing me over his lap.
“Stop!” I tell him. “You can’t spank me.”
“I can, and I’m going to. I gave you several opportunities to tell me the truth, but you continued to lie to me. So now you are going to get a spanking for lying to me repeatedly,” Daddy replies.
“No!” I move my lower body, trying to get away from him.
“Lay still,” Daddy commands.
But I don’t pay any attention to him. I continue to move around but Daddy moves his leg, trapping me.
“Let me go,” I wail. “Let me go!”
Before I know what’s happening, Daddy lands several swats on my bottom. Tears pool in my eyes as he continues to spank me, not letting up with how hard he’s going.
“Please!” I beg him. “No more!”
Daddy carries on spanking me, though, letting my pleas and screaming fill the air around us.
“Stop!” I yell.
“No, you lied to me several times when I gave you the opportunity to tell me the truth. I need to show you that you can’t get away with being naughty.” Daddy lands several swats on my sit spot, making me howl in pain.
I move my hands, but before I can cover my bottom, Daddy holds them in the middle of my back.
“Stop,” I beg him.
“Just a few more,” he says.
But it seems like he is going on forever, never hitting the same spot twice in a row. Tears roll down my face, and before I know it, I’m limp over his body.
“Such a good Little pet,” he stops spanking me.
Daddy lifts me and holds me close to him as he runs his hand up and down my back.
“That’s it, let it all out now,” Daddy coos at me. “All is forgiven.”
I cry into his chest, gripping onto his shirt as the tears keep coming. My bottom is on fire with how many times Daddy spanked me.
“Hurts,” I mumble through my tears.
“It’s going to hurt for a while, but it’s a good reminder to you not to lie to Daddy. You shouldn’t keep things from me,” Daddy tells me.
“Meanie.” I nuzzle my face into his chest, successfully wiping my snot and tears onto his shirt.
“Did you just wipe your nose on my shirt?” Daddy asks.
“Yes,” I honestly say.
Daddy chuckles and holds me closer. Tears continue to roll down my face, but with each passing second, they lessen. He pushes me away from him, pulling his shirt over his head before holding me close to him again.
“Blow.” Daddy places his shirt over my nose.
I pull back and shake my head. “No.”
“Little pet.” his voice turns serious. “Blow.”
“Nasty.” I turn my head.
“Little pet,” he growls. “If you don’t blow when I tell you to, you will regret it.”
Sighing, Daddy places his shirt over my nose once again.
“Blow.”
I do as he says, letting all my snot collect in Daddy’s shirt.
“Good Little pet,” he purrs. “My good Little girl.”
My face heats at his words, and I snuggle my face into his chest once again. I will never get over how it feels for him to call me that. For my belly to be full of flying butterflies.
“So cute,” Daddy mumbles. “Now, tell me why you kept it from Daddy for so long.”
I pull away from Daddy and shake my head. “I don’t want to.”
“Do you want another spanking?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No.” I look away.
“Then tell Daddy why you kept it from me for so long,” he says.
I open and close my mouth several times and take a deep breath. Am I really going to tell him the real reason? Is he going to do something bad if I tell him about it?
“Tell me, Little pet,” Daddy says once again. “Why did you keep it from me that you weren’t as cold as before?”
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. What can I say to him that will make him believe me?
“Don’t even think about lying to me. Unless you want another spanking,” he says.
I cover my bottom with my hands and shake my head. There goes me lying to him. How am I going to get out of telling him the truth?
“Tell Daddy,” he commands.
“Because I didn’t want you to stop caring for me,” I rush out.
My eyes go wide, and I cover my mouth really quickly. That is not what I wanted to tell him.
But is it a lie?
It’s not completely a lie. I have gotten so accustomed to him taking care of me that I want him to do it all the time. But I shouldn’t rely on him. No. I need to be independent, so when he sends me back to the space station, I can still do things for myself.
But how has that been working out for me? Not very well. I haven’t done anything for myself since I got here. I can’t even use the bathroom and wipe myself. Daddy does all of that for me.
“Is that so?” Daddy raises an eyebrow. “Anything else?”
I shake my head.
“I think there is another reason you didn’t want to tell me,” he gently says. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I shake my head once again, keeping my hands over my mouth. I’m not going to tell him. There is no way he is going to get it out of me.
“Little pet,” he purrs. “Tell Daddy what the reason is.”
“I don’t want to,” I mumble through my hands.
“I think you want to tell me. Isn’t it exhausting keeping it to yourself?”
I nod before I can stop myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I need to be strong and stop giving in to everything he does to me. If I continue like this, my whole life is going to go down the drain. I will be dependent on him.
“Little pet, why are you so hesitant to tell me?” he asks.
“I don’t want you to know,” I whisper.
“But I think you do want me to know. I think you want me to know so badly, but you are afraid of what I could do with the information,” Daddy suggests.
My eyes go wide. “How do you know that?”
“Daddy knows you,” he whispers. “So why don’t you tell me what you want to tell me?”
“I don’t want you to know because then you are going to take the blanket away from me and I’ll be naked!” I word vomit before I can stop myself.