Chapter 9 #2
I do as I’m told. If this were a desk on the space station, I would be very cramped in this small, boxed area. But Venkorians are much larger, and their furniture is proportionately bigger, too. I’m so small that I can easily kneel without hitting my head on the desktop.
My pulse picks up as Daddy snaps one of the leashes to the hoop under my chin. Even though I can’t see the rings, I’ve touched them, and I’m well aware that they’re large enough to accommodate more than one clasp.
Daddy attaches both new chains, adding them to the one that runs between my breasts. The moment he releases each clasp, I whimper. He has definitely conditioned me to associate that tiny pop with arousal.
My breath hitches as he takes the two lengths in his palms and pulls me closer to him, forcing me to inch forward on my knees. I’m lodged between his thighs, my face level with the zipper of his pants and what lies beneath.
“It’s time for you to get familiar with my cock, Little pet.”
I’m breathing heavily now. Am I ready for this? Do I have a choice? Doubtful. I never have options. Questioning him is off-limits, too. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I’m curious to see his shaft finally, but I’m also nervous about how large it will be and what his intentions are at this moment.
Daddy extends one chain around his right hip and clasps the other end to the side of his desk chair. He repeats the process on the other side, forcing my face an inch from his cock.
Nerves leave me trembling as he opens the front of his pants and lifts the elastic of his underwear to pull it below his scrotum.
I swallow hard as his erection touches my face. It’s so huge. My first thought is that, no matter how fully he’s able to let his tongue swell to fill my pussy, it will never be enough to prepare me to take this massive shaft inside me.
The length is stiff and bobs angrily against my mouth and nose. It’s also smooth, and I instinctively rub my cheek along the girth of it, inhaling to draw his scent into me.
My body hums with renewed need as I grip his knees to brace myself. Moaning, I nuzzle along the length, taking deeper breaths. Intoxicating. My pussy swells and pulses. My hard nipples rub against the front of my jammies. I’m more aware of the chain between my legs than ever before.
My hair is pulled back in a thick ponytail at the back of my head, and Daddy threads his fingers in it before tugging so my head tips back. He stares down at me, brows furrowed, searching my face.
Slowly, he smiles. “You like my cock, don’t you, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admit.
He surprises me when he reaches for the zipper on the front of my jammies and lowers the fabric to my waist. Next, he removes my arms from the sleeves so that the material falls to hang loose around me.
When he opens the desk drawer again, I shudder. Now what?
He takes one of my wrists and wraps a soft cuff around it before attaching my wrist to the side of his chair next to his hip. He does the same on the other side.
I’m panting as I recognize my plight. I’m now pinned firmly between his open thighs. I can’t back up because my collar is attached to his chair, forcing my head to remain close to his cock. I can’t use my hands now that they are also restrained. And finally, my heavy breasts are hanging free.
Daddy slides his hands down to cup my globes, jiggling them in his palms before thumbing the nipples.
“Perfect. I’m going to do my work. Your job is to familiarize yourself with my cock.
You may lick it, nuzzle it, or even suckle the tip.
Whatever you’d like. Be gentle, though. If you’re too aggressive, you’ll cause me to orgasm quickly, and my essence will squirt out all over your face or down your throat. ”
My voice is throaty when I respond, “Yes, Daddy.”
The truth is, I’m elated that he’s going to let me explore him. So far, it’s doing nothing to calm my nerves with regard to what it will feel like for him to enter my pussy, but maybe my fear will ease with time.
Either way, I’m drunk on his scent, so all I care about is tasting him. I stick out my tongue and lick up his shaft, giddy about the fact that his breath hitches.
Daddy grips the back of my head. “On second thought, I’m sure I won’t be able to avoid coming, naughty Little pet. Just know that wherever my come lands, you will be licking every drip of it up.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He releases my head and moves his hand out from under the desk to set his elbows on the surface. When he scoots his chair forward, I have to inch backward.
The first thing I do is rise higher on my knees so I can reach the tip of his erection. It’s glistening with a wet substance. I assume it’s his essence, and I need to taste it more than I need my next breath.
When I flick my tongue over the milky liquid, he growls. But he doesn’t stop me.
It tastes salty, but it also tastes like Daddy.
I wonder how much of it will come out when he orgasms because I’m determined to find out.
I don’t even care that he will make me clean up the mess with my mouth.
I’m looking forward to it. He pleases me with his mouth all the time.
He licks up my juices, moaning around them as if I’m a delicacy. I want to do the same for him.
Dragging my tongue up his entire length, I enjoy the way his shaft pulses and bobs involuntarily against my lips. I circle the mushroom-shaped head a few times before opening my mouth wider and drawing him in.
Daddy can’t possibly be working. His hands have come down to my wrists, where he’s gripping them both, unnecessarily adding to my restraint. The truth is that every time he secures me somewhere, I get hornier, and when he adds his hands like this, my brain nearly combusts.
It’s hard to focus, but I manage to hold the very tip of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around the head.
Daddy lets go of one of my hands and reaches to grip my neck. Blindly, he finds the top of the chain at my throat and gives a slight pull, just enough to make me whine as a rush of arousal consumes me.
My juices leak out to soak my diaper.
“Spread your knees, naughty Little pet,” he orders.
I whimper as I obey him. He knows this position makes me even more vulnerable and desperate. The chain rubbing against my clit is maddening. He keeps tugging on it, making the little nub swell further.
After releasing my other hand, he slides his fingers to my breast again, fondling it gently, flicking the nipple until I’m writhing. It’s so hard to focus when I’m this aroused. Between my nipple and my clit, I’m a ball of need, close to erupting.
I suck him deeper as if we’re in a contest to see which one of us can drive the other crazier. I don’t have a clue who’s winning. Maybe it’s a tie. A battle of wills.
More of his essence leaks out to coat my tongue, and I hum around the flavor. The more of him I ingest, the more aroused I grow. The pressure mounts, causing me to suck harder and faster, while Daddy continues to flick my nipple and tug against the chain.
Suddenly, he releases my neck and shifts his palm to the back of my head, gripping tightly and forcing himself deeper into my throat. “I’m going to come, Little pet. Swallow my seed,” he demands.
I moan around his shaft as I draw him in deeper, nervous and anxious at the same time. I’m aware of him stiffening and holding his breath a moment before he ejaculates down my throat.
The first stream catches me by surprise, almost choking me, but I manage to remember to swallow and keep doing so as more jets of his essence fill my mouth.
I’m not sure how I keep up because Daddy gives several quick yanks on the leash between my legs, causing me to reach my own peak while he’s still squirting his seed into my mouth.
The firm grip of his hand at the back of my head keeps him lodged as deep as possible, not allowing me to let go of his erection.
As the last of his seed runs down my throat, my orgasm begins to wane, leaving me trembling and panting. Exhausted.
“That’s a good Little pet,” he praises, stroking my head. He gently pulls on my hair, letting me ease off him. “I’m going to work now. You’ll stay right here. I want you to make sure my cock is completely clean of my seed. Lick every inch, and then you may rest your cheek against my thigh.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His hands disappear, leaving me shaking from my own release and the fact that I’m still aroused.
I need more. I feel this way every time he lets me come.
Like I’m missing something. And I know what it is.
It’s his cock. I need it inside me. Now that I’ve had him in my mouth, my need is stronger.
I’m not as scared to take him into my pussy. I’m more familiar with his girth.
He’s huge. It will be a very tight stretch, but the inside of my channel pulses with the desire to have that experience. I don’t dare ask him to fill me. He’ll do so when he’s ready. But I think he’s pleased with my performance just now.
I’m very careful to lick every bit of come off his shaft before nuzzling it and leaning my cheek on his thigh. Every inhale draws his essence into me, making me feel both restless and content at the same time.
For the first time since he purchased me, there’s a tightening in my chest with the knowledge that I never want to be separated from him. I grow anxious even when he leaves the room I’m in. If he were farther away than that, I would probably start crying.
I’m addicted to him. Bonded to him in a way that makes no logical sense. I’ve never heard of such a thing because the concept is not a human one. I’m confident no relationships on Earth were remotely similar to the connection I have with Daddy.
My owner.
The man who will keep me as a trained pet for the rest of my life.
Every day he conditions me to obey him, teaching me new ways to please him. His methods should be demeaning. In my right mind, I know they are. He’s turning me into an obedient slave. Someone who can’t live without him.
I can’t fight it. It’s out of my control. I’m bound to Lasim in inexplicable ways.
I keep wondering if the others are experiencing the same kind of connection. Are Luna and Adryn being kept as trained pets in their households? I suspect so.
It’s difficult to rationalize what’s happening and come to terms with my new position. I don’t want to be someone’s pet. I’m a human being with autonomy. Or I was until Lasim bought me.
On the other hand, he’s giving me experiences I never imagined I would have in my entire life. He’s literally saved me from certain death aboard that space station. He feeds me, changes me, and shows me pleasures I’ve never even read about in books.
After only a few days, I’m so deeply attached to him that I’m not sure I could break the bond even if I wanted to. If he disappeared, I suspect I would whither and die from the loss. That’s how strong it is.
What if something happens to him? What if something happens to me?
Eventually, he’s going to take me out of this apartment, and I’ll feel vulnerable. He’s addressed his own fears about my safety. Those fears have transferred to me, making me slightly agoraphobic.
My days of leading and taking care of others are over. I’m a slave. A pet. A belonging. Is it enough to know that I’m also loved? At some point will I stop yearning for freedom and accept the fact that this is my fate?
I don’t have the answers, but as I nuzzle against Daddy’s cock—which has not reduced in size after his release—I try to focus on the positives. I need to learn to embrace this life, or I will die a miserable person.