THIRTEEN
“Daddy loves the feeling of you eating out of my palm,” he groans before taking a deep breath and looking at me. “Gives me the same feelings as when I used to feed you by kissing you and dribbling the liquid into .”
I clench my legs together around the bulk of my diaper between my legs. Everything in me wants to rip off the diaper and rub my thighs together to continue to feel like this.
“Maybe after you learn your tricks, I’ll feed you out of my palm, so I can feel your tongue on my hand all the time,” Daddy purrs.
“Daddy,” I whine.
“I think you like the idea.” Daddy locks eyes with me. “Maybe we’ll do that in a couple of days. But for now, we are going to learn the tricks.”
I push my bottom lip out as I look up at him. I don’t want to learn the tricks right now. I want Daddy to allow me to eat out of his hands and feel this all over again. I want him to touch me.
I suck in a breath and look away from him. How can I think of something like that? I have never thought of Daddy touching me or doing it myself.
“What did you just think?” Daddy asks.
I shake my head. No. I can’t tell him.
“Come on, Little Pet. Tell Daddy what you just thought,” he tells me. “I want to hear why you gasped, and your cheeks got all red.”
I shake my head once more, looking away from Daddy.
“I think I know what it is.” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I think you want me to touch you and give you pleasure. I think you are turned on right now and don’t know what to do with the feeling. I think you desperately want to find your release.”
I clench my fists and take a deep breath. How did he know?
“If you are a good girl and follow my commands, I will give you all the pleasure you want.” He nibbles on my ear. “What do you say?”
“Is that okay?” I can’t help but ask.
Daddy chuckles. “Of course it is. The pleasure I give you is a good thing. It’s not dirty.”
“I think I want it?” It comes out as a question.
Daddy cups my face and pecks my lips. “We can try. If you don’t like it, then we can stop. But I have a feeling that you are going to love it.”
Daddy lets go of my face and chuckles as he gazes down at me.
“Now, the first one is sitting.” He gets down to business. “I want you to stand on all fours, and when I tell you to sit, I want you to sit on your bottom.”
I do as he says. How humiliating would this be if all the other girls on the space station saw me learning tricks? I can’t even imagine the teasing I would get for actually following what Daddy says.
“Sit,” he commands.
I find myself sitting down, and my eyes immediately go to his hand, where I licked the treat from before. Is he going to make me do it again?
“Such a good Little Pet,” he praises me and holds out a treat. “Lick my fingers and take it.”
I press my legs together around the diaper and lean forward, wrapping my tongue around his fingers before scooping up the treat and pulling away from him.
I can feel my face heat up even more as we lock eyes with each other.
How long am I going to be able to do this before I beg him to give me the pleasure he was talking about?
“Get back up on all fours,” he says. “Now, sit.”
I do it once again and take the treat from his hand once again, feeling myself getting turned on even more.
“Daddy,” I whimper as I take a deep breath in.
There is no way I am going to survive this. Not with how Daddy is looking at me or having me take the treats from his hands.
“I know, Little Pet,” he murmurs.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg him. “I can’t do this anymore. I need… I need something.”
I need him to touch me, but I can’t bring myself to say those words.
We briefly talked about what happened on the space station, how babies were born, but we’ve never experienced something like that before.
There were no males on the space station and no privacy to touch ourselves…
Unless you wanted to get caught by some of the other girls.
I was never brave enough to touch myself in front of the other girls, no matter how curious I was. And when I came here and had Daddy near me, I never wanted to touch myself for fear that I would get in trouble.
“What do you need me to do?” he asks.
I open and close my mouth, wanting to say it but not being able to bring myself to do so.
“Come on, Little Pet. What do you need Daddy to do?” he repeats. “Can you be a good girl and say the words?”
“Please, Daddy,” I plead with him.
He knows what I need, but he wants me to say it. How cruel can he be?
“Say the words, and I’ll gladly help you out,” he says.
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Do I want to actually say the words, or do I want to just forget all about it and pretend that nothing happened?
But when will the feeling go away?
Whenever Daddy fed me with his mouth, I always felt weird for a while after. It’s the same feeling I’m going through right now, but this time it’s more intensified.
“Come on, Little Pet,” he urges me. “You can do it. Daddy believes in you.”
“Can you touch me?” I ask before I can stop myself. “Please, can you touch me and give me pleasure?”
A smile blossoms across Daddy’s face, and he sets the treats on the table.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs before he picks me up. “You were so good for Daddy.”
Daddy walks into his room and places me on the bed. His eyes run up and down my body, and I can’t help but shiver before wrapping my arms around my breasts.
“Did Daddy say you could cover yourself?” He tilts his head to the side.
I shake my head, but I keep my arms over my chest.
“Move those arms and place them by your side. If I have to do it for you, there will be consequences,” Daddy says.
Immediately, I place my arms at my side and look at Daddy. A smile blossoms across his face. He takes a step forward, pulling my diaper off in one move. Gasping, I squeeze my legs together and look up at Daddy.
“Such a pretty sight,” Daddy purrs as he bends down and pushes my legs apart. He dips down, so he is eye level with my pussy. My face heats even more.
“A-are you just going to stare at it?” I ask.
“Stare at what?” He locks eyes with me. “Say the word.”
“A-are you just going to stare at my pu-pussy?” I ask once again.
“I’m going to taste it,” he replies.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, Daddy runs his tongue through my folds and latches onto my clit, sucking lightly. My back arching, I moan as pleasure courses through my body.
“Please,” I beg him.
He swirls his tongue, and I grip onto the bedsheet as another moan overcomes me.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
Daddy moves so his tongue teases my entrance, entering a little before pulling out. Frustration and pleasure grow inside of me as I arch my back even more.
“Pl-please,” I breathlessly beg.
Daddy places his hand on my hips, pushing me back down. He thrusts his tongue inside of me, making me cry out with pleasure. Before I know it, his tongue starts to swell and vibrate.
My eyes go wide. “Da-Daddy?”
He doesn’t say anything as his tongue keeps vibrating inside me. Pleasure flows through my body like a free-flowing river with no destination. My fingers tighten around the sheet as he pushes further inside of me.
“Da—” but the word falls short as his tongue swells even more, stretching me to an uncomfortable amount. Pain mixes with pleasure as his tongue keeps getting bigger.
Daddy gently pumps his tongue in and out of my entrance, stretching me a little more with each movement. I suck in a breath and move my hips, so Daddy will push in deeper.
I need him to.
“Please,” I beg.
The pleasure inside of me builds up as Daddy’s tongue thrusts into me. Before I know it, I find myself screaming as I come undone on his tongue.
“Such a good Little Pet,” Daddy purrs when he pulls his tongue out of me.
My whole body relaxes, and I open my eyes a little to look at Daddy. He smiles down at me before turning around.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
“Daddy isn’t going far. I’m just going to get some wipes, so I can clean you up,” he says.
I keep my eyes on Daddy as he walks to the changing table in the corner of the room and grabs the box of wipes before turning back to me.
“See, I was only getting wipes. Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you. I would never do that.” He smiles down at me as he sits on the bed. “Daddy is going to take good care of you.”