Chapter 8
EIGHT
When I tip my head back in order to break the fierce eye contact, I’m gasping for breath. It feels like I’ve been running for hours, and I’m out of energy.
Give in, the naughty voice in my head encourages. You know you want to. Give in.
Unable to stop myself, I finally lift my hips, forcing more pressure against my clit.
“That’s a good Little pet. Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
Moaning, I sway my hips back and forth, engaging my abs to hold myself up. I angle my head farther, increasing the tension. I know Lasim is guiding the chain to land exactly where I need it most. That elusive nub he calls my clit. I doubt if it’s very big, but it feels huge right now.
I’m so close to imploding, bucking my bottom faster, squirming to get what I need.
Finally, I’m right there. My entire body stiffens, and I hover for long seconds in a floaty state of ecstasy before my body convulses, waves of pleasure bursting out of me, causing my ears to ring and my head to spin.
When it’s over, I’m panting heavily. Lasim has released the tension, but now he’s stroking my clit with one of the links. For a moment, I wince, close to telling him to stop. It’s too much. I’m too sensitive. But then something changes, and the need begins to grow again.
My head lolls back and forth against Lasim’s thighs. “Daddy…” I moan.
“It’s time, Little pet.”
I don’t know what it’s time for, nor do I have the energy to ask. I simply whimper softly as he gently slides his hands under my shoulders to support my body. He sets his feet on the floor and rises, bringing me to his chest as he carries me out of the living room.
The next thing I know, I’m lying sideways on his bed and he’s removing my jammies and diaper entirely. When I’m naked, he grips my inner thighs and spreads my knees high and wide.
The leash is still attached to me, the length of it dangling between my legs, bumping against my pussy, keeping me stimulated.
Lasim lowers his mouth to my pussy, kissing me reverently before nuzzling the chain against my folds.
I moan louder, so out of my body that I’m floating. I’m going to orgasm again. It’s building quickly. I can’t control it.
Lasim licks my folds over the chain, pressing it against my clit, keeping it exactly where he wants so that the leash becomes a part of the sexual experience.
He looks at me. “Does that feel good, Little pet? Do you like Daddy using your leash to pleasure you?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
He groans as he sucks my pussy and the leash at the same time, keeping the two parts combined. Suddenly, he nudges the chain to the side and thrusts his tongue into my channel.
I cry out at the unexpected intrusion. Is that what he’s really done? Put his tongue inside me? Lifting my head, I blink. Yes.
His tongue is huge. It’s stretching me so full that it almost hurts. When he eases it almost out and then pushes back in, I swear it expands. Is that possible?
I’m moaning constantly now. I thought the two previous orgasms I had were out of this universe, but I was wrong. This is so much better. He’s tonguing me, and it’s absolutely growing thicker and longer as he does so.
Suddenly, his tongue starts to vibrate inside me. It’s so unimaginable that I think I’ve lost my head for a moment, but no. His tongue is definitely vibrating deep inside my pussy.
When he thrusts, I reach another peak, screaming so loud that other Venkorians on this floor and the ones above and below can surely hear me. My cunt seems to grip his tongue in pulsing waves, milking him, anything to keep him from slipping out.
He gives me what I need and then some, masturbating me as one orgasm turns into two and then three, and I lose count. It’s not until I wince and push my hands against his head that he finally lets the swollen muscle reduce and eases it out of me.
Who am I? I don’t even recognize myself.
“Best purchase I’ve ever made,” he mutters against my pussy as he nibbles around my sensitive folds.
I can’t even respond. My brain is too foggy. All I can do is lie here with my legs spread open. I think there’s even a smile on my face.
I’m half-conscious as he gently cleans my private parts and puts a cream on my pussy.
After sliding a diaper under me, he guides my leash between my legs and under my bottom.
Rolling me partly to one side, he adjusts the chain so it nestles between my butt cheeks and tugs it up to my collar, where he brushes my hair out of the way and snaps the other end to the back of my neck.
I’m confused as he guides me to my back, fastens my diaper around my hips, and puts my jammies back on. It’s not until he lifts me and brings me to his chest that I realize what he’s done.
I gasp and whine, shaking my head. “No, Daddy.”
He tucks one arm under my bottom and supports my head with the other, pressing my cheek against his shoulder.
He kisses my temple. “Yes, Little pet. I want you to become intimately accustomed to wearing your leash. If I need to, I’ll adjust it.
I can remove as many links as necessary to ensure that it nestles securely between the folds of your pussy and against your bottom hole. ”
I might die of mortification. He can’t be serious.
Lasim pats my bottom. “Can you feel it against your naughty rosebud, Little pet?”
There’s no way I’m going to answer that. He’s so devious.
I try not to move. Every single twitch reminds me of the evil chain. When I tip my head in any direction, even slightly, it pulls against my clit. He can’t leave me like this. I’ll lose my mind.
“Daddy…” I try not to whine. He doesn’t like that tone.
Daddy. That’s what he is. My Daddy. While I call him that, it’s not a term that easily pops into my mind. I’ve been fighting the urge to think of him as anything but a man who purchased me as if I were a household pet.
The problem is, I am a household pet. It’s difficult to accept that reality. I’m twenty-four years old. Even though Daddy looks like he’s a few years older than me, I’ve learned he’s actually ninety-five. That’s mindboggling.
At my age, I’m as educated as possible for someone who has spent most of their life on a space station. At no point did any of us ever consider a scenario like this one.
For years, we’ve known that we would eventually run out of resources. Too many of our systems have failed over time to sustain us for much longer. Our only hope has been that another alien ship would discover us.
Is it a blessing that we were found by a race of people who apparently intend to rescue all of us by bringing us to Venkoria? I’m not sure. If this is how every one of my peers is treated, it won’t always go well.
Some of the women are more docile than others. They might have an easier time accepting a life in captivity. Others, like myself, are leaders and less likely to give in to the whims of this alien species.
I’m here, though. Lasim—Daddy—has shocking methods he obviously intends to use to get me to bend to his will.
At this moment, the only recourse I have is to stay as still as possible. Perhaps that was part of his aim, to keep me from struggling. I certainly can’t squirm around with this chain wedged between my pussy lips and butt cheeks. Not without pleasuring myself.
I doubt he minds if I bring myself to orgasm. It’s probably part of his long-term plan to get me accustomed to the leash. It’s ingenious and conniving. I may be an intelligent being, but he’s outwitting me in a battle of wills.
I’m quiet while he supports me with one hand and uses the other to prepare a bottle for me.
The only nourishment I’ve had since arriving has been the formula he feeds me.
Luckily, it tastes good, and it’s been a while since I’ve had a balanced diet, so the formula is making me feel healthier, even though I’ve been asleep most of the time.
Daddy settles in his armchair and swings me around so I’m cradled in his arms.
I suck in a breath during this jostling, clenching both my pussy and my bottom against the rub of the chain.
I’m surprised when Daddy lets me hold my own bottle. He usually does it for me. As soon as I start sucking, I find out why he wants his hand free. He slides his palm under the bottle to the center of my chest, fingers the clasp on my collar, and starts flicking it open.
Pop…pop…pop…pop…
Each time he lets it snap closed again, he gives a tiny tug, putting subtle pressure against my pussy. It’s maddening, and I have to force myself to focus on sucking. Maybe if I put it out of my mind.
After several minutes, Daddy stops pulling on the chain with every pop.
Like earlier, he starts staggering how often he jerks the leash.
It’s infuriating how conditioned I already am to anticipate the pressure that accompanies the pop sound.
Each time he flicks the clasp, I clench my pussy, whether or not he actually pulls against the little nub.
Darn him. I’m starting to think I am a trained animal.