Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
“I want my come to stay inside you,” he growls.
“I like it there, too.”
“I’m glad I can’t impregnate you. It would scare me to death for you to be pregnant with my young.”
“I’m glad, too.” I want to be his Little pet forever. That would change if we had a baby.
“When I pull out, I’m going to diaper you. I will not clean you up first. You’ll sleep with my essence dripping out of your cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His words are so dirty. My already sated body flinches and squeezes around him.
He smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet? You like the idea of my come coating your pussy while you sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my cheeks burning.
When he pulls out of me, I feel bereft. I’m suddenly cold and oddly lonely. He’s right here, sliding off the bed, dragging me to the edge, putting a diaper under me. He’s still touching me, but I want him inside me. I miss him.
In seconds, I’m wrapped up in the soft diaper. He kisses all over my tummy, my breasts, my face, and my mouth.
I cling to him, worried he’s going to send me to my kennel, and I’ll be alone.
After nuzzling my neck, he stands, pulls on his shorts, and then growls as he scoops me into his arms, cradling me. He carries me to the kitchen and fixes me a bottle while I snuggle into him, grateful he’s going to feed me. That will buy me more time with him touching me.
I burrow into him when he sits and take my time sucking, my gaze locked on his, my fingers wrapped around one of his. I squirm and whimper every time he strokes one of my nipples. He’s teasing me, keeping me on edge, making me want him more.
When the bottle is empty, he replaces it with a pacifier and rocks me against him for a long time. All the while, he brushes stray hairs from my face, stares into my eyes, and breathes heavily.
I think he’s reluctant to part from me, too. Will it make a difference?
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, stroking my face. “Your skin is so perfect. I could touch it all day and never get any work done.”
I can’t respond. I’m not meant to. When he plugs my mouth, he intends for me to stay quiet. I’m not permitted to take my pacifier out unless I’m in my kennel and have permission to remove it to eat.
“Your little body is gorgeous. Every inch. Your lips… I love how pink they are and how they swell when you suck on a pacifier. Your pussy tastes like heaven. Your cunt wraps around me like it was made for me. Your hair is like spun gold. Your skin is so pale. I want to lick every inch of you. Worship you. Hold you in my arms until the end of time.”
My heart is racing as he says all these sweet things to me.
“Do you understand how much you mean to me?”
I nod.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you again?”
I flinch at the use of that odd word I’ve only heard a few times. I get the meaning. It’s a crude word for putting his cock in me.
“We will have sex often, Little pet. We won’t be able to help ourselves. Would you like that? Would you like Daddy to thrust into you every day?”
I nod vigorously. I want that more than anything.
He sighs as he rolls me closer to his face and nuzzles my nose with his. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, or maybe I’m numb from all my blood still pulsing in my pussy. When he lowers me, his gaze is intent. “You know I’m still going to be strict and demanding, right?”
I smile behind the pacifier.
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with yourself if I stopped, would you?”
I shake my head. I don’t think I would like it. In truth, his bossy, overprotective need to control me makes me feel loved and cherished. I might worry he didn’t care about me anymore if he stopped leashing me to his side.
“You’ll still spend most of your time leashed, but I’m going to shorten it so you can’t bonk yourself on the glass.”
That part makes me sad. I frown.
“Just a few inches. I won’t keep you from looking outside. I know you like to watch people moving around.”
I smile again.
“I feel nervous when you’re not leashed.”
I know he does.
“I’m not sure that will ever ease.”
There’s something deeply bonding about the way he keeps explaining his intentions to me, as if he’s worried I’m going to revolt or be mad at him or stop loving him. It’s nice that he cares enough to ensure I understand his reasoning.
“Do you feel safe when you’re in one of your kennels?”
I nod. It’s not where I want to be tonight or any other night.
I want to be in his arms. I want to beg him to let me sleep next to him.
But I can’t. Begging is not something he reacts kindly to.
Plus, I don’t currently have permission to speak at all.
Probably for the best. I don’t want to ruin this pleasant exchange.
“I feel calmest when you’re locked safely in your kennel. I don’t have to worry about you falling or anyone looking at you. I hate it when people look at you.”
I giggle. I know he doesn’t like people paying attention to me. He’s jealous. It’s cute.
“You’re mine,” he growls. He does that a lot. Does he think I’m not clear about his ownership?
Finally, he stands. He holds me in his arms while he wanders around, turning off lights. He takes me to the bedroom next and lowers me gently onto the bed. “Kennel, Little pet,” he almost whispers.
My chest tightens as I reluctantly crawl across the bed and into the raised kennel. I’m grateful that it’s level with the mattress and I can see him in the bed, but I’m about to cry. I don’t want to be parted from him.
Nevertheless, I obey my Daddy, crawl into the small space, and pull the blanket over me. I hold back my tears as Daddy shuts and locks the cage. He heads to the bathroom, and he’s gone for a few minutes before returning. Naked, he climbs into bed and turns out the light.
I watch him through the slats, silent tears nearly choking me. He’s on his back. I don’t think he’s sleeping. I think he’s staring at the ceiling.
In the silence, the sob that suddenly escapes my mouth startles me. I flinch, upset that I couldn’t contain my emotions.
Daddy jerks his gaze my way. “Luna?”
I swallow hard, holding my breath. Maybe he will think it was just a hiccup.
He lifts onto one elbow, watching me. For a long time, he simply stares. I’m staring back, but I don’t think he can see that.
Suddenly, he says, “Fuck it.” He reaches across the bed and uses his thumb to unlock the kennel. When the door pops open, he says, “Come, Little pet.”
I’m too startled to move for a few seconds.
He makes the hand signal. I can see it in the dim light. Am I in trouble, though? No matter what, I have to obey him, even if he’s going to punish me. Slowly, I crawl out of the kennel and over toward him.
He pulls the covers back. “Climb under here.”
My heart leaps. Is he going to let me sleep with him? I scramble to obey him, easing into the spot on the bed he just patted.
Daddy drops onto his back once more as he pulls me to his side and covers us both. His huge arm wraps around me, holding me flush against him. He kisses the top of my head. “No more tears, Little pet. You’ll sleep with Daddy from now on.”
I’m so happy that I cry anyway.
He chuckles and wipes away the lines of tears running down my cheeks. “I know this is what you crave, Luna. I want it, too. You belong in my arms at night. However…” He reaches over his side of the bed with one hand, opens a drawer, and holds up a leash.
I’m not surprised when he attaches it to my collar and then to the headboard.
“There. I don’t think I could sleep if you weren’t secured. This is a short leash. You won’t be able to crawl to either edge of the bed. Stay against Daddy’s side.”
Stay against his side? Is he kidding? There is no other place in the universe I want to be, so I snuggle into him.
My adrenaline is pumping so fast it’s hard to slow my breathing and relax.
I’m still aroused. Snuggling up to him doesn’t help that matter at all.
Every inhale is filled with his scent. His come is inside me, some of it leaking out to coat my pussy lips.
I can smell that, too. But more importantly, I can feel it, and it makes me want to squirm.
It makes me want him to slide into me again.
I don’t know how I’m going to fall asleep. I force myself to lie very still because I don’t want Daddy to decide to send me back into my kennel. I want this to work. I want to prove to him that I can sleep in his bed and be a good girl.
Daddy strokes the length of my hair against my back over and over. He kisses my temple every few minutes without a word.
After a while, he says, “Deep breaths, Little pet. I’m not going to put you back in there. This is where you belong. I won’t change my mind.”
I think he read my mind. I’m trembling slightly from nerves, but his words calm me. I take some deep breaths.
Daddy keeps stroking my back. I don’t know when he stops because I eventually fall asleep.