Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
We spend a long time in the pool. Though I love the feel of the water around me, learning to keep my head out is challenging. It’s very deep because Daddy is much taller than me. I can’t reach the bottom.
Daddy gives me a real shower with soap and shampoo after we’re done.
He does so outside, probably because he enjoys the way I get so embarrassed being exposed to Galar.
He chuckles softly the entire time, paying way too much attention to my breasts and between my legs.
I’m so wobbly when he’s finished that he lifts me into his arms so I don’t fall.
After lowering me onto a blanket in the sun, he pats me dry, leans me onto my back, and diapers me. He also reattaches the heavy leash and hands me a bottle.
I’m famished, and I need to pee really badly, so I’m grateful for both. Plus, I have a new odd comfort from the leash. It goes so far toward relaxing me that while I’m watching Daddy do some work around the pool, I end up falling asleep.
I wake up in my crib, and for the first time since I arrived, I’m not angry. Nothing has changed. The bars are still inches from my face. My legs are bent and wide. And my arms are resting above my head.
The position is so demeaning and vulnerable. And yet I’m comforted by the routine and the fact that it pleases Daddy for me to sleep like this. As usual, my nipples are exposed.
When I whimper around the pacifier, he materializes. Not surprising.
My diaper is soaked, so the first thing he does after lifting the top of my crib is clean me up, but he doesn’t put a fresh diaper on me. Instead, he carries my naked body over to his huge bed and spreads me out in the middle of it.
Daddy removes my pacifier and hovers over me.
I’m not sure what his intentions are. His eyes are dark and lustful. If that’s a thing.
“I’m going to take you to heaven, Little pet.”
I frown, not knowing what he’s talking about.
He chuckles. “Trust me, Zoey, you’re going to enjoy this. Consider it a reward for being such a good girl in the pool.”
My cheeks heat. I was well behaved in the water. I didn’t complain once, even though I was scared. I know he was proud of me.
“There’s no way for you to begin to understand what’s going to happen, but I’m going to tell you the basics, so you won’t be quite as startled.”
“Basics of what, Daddy?”
“First, I’m going to cuff your wrists to the headboard. Not because you’ve been naughty and not for any sort of punishment. The cuffs will force you to keep your hands out of the way while I worship your sweet body.”
I whimper when he reaches above my head and brings something to my arm.
Twisting my neck as far as I can, I watch him wrap a soft material around my wrist. It’s tight, but it won’t injure me. By the time he’s finished with my other arm, I’m panting. My pussy is already wet. I can’t keep from squirming, writhing, and bucking, even though nothing is touching me.
“My Little pet likes to be restrained,” Daddy points out.
Is that true? It certainly wasn’t a few hours ago. I nearly revolted when he attached me to that leash in the yard. Before this afternoon, I hated the confinement of the crib he puts me in. Not to mention how much I loathed the cage in the warehouse where I was a prisoner.
But something is definitely changing in me. I’m not as averse to the cuffs. Especially when I combine my restraint with the look in Daddy’s eyes, one that tells me he’d like to eat me. Maybe I should be scared.
My breath hitches at his next words, so eerily similar to my thoughts. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy now, Little pet. I’m going to hold you down and thrust my tongue into your cunt until you come so many times you lose count.”
I’m going to hyperventilate. Surely, I’ve misheard him.
“My tongue will stretch your tight channel to prepare you for my cock.”
His tongue? Cream leaks from my pussy. I can’t stop it. Even though I have no idea what his plan is, and my head is spinning as I try to visualize his goals, I’m so very turned on that I want to beg him to get started.
Daddy is fully dressed again, which is disappointing.
I liked looking at his body. I liked clinging to him in the water even more.
His solid muscles and sculpted pecs made my mouth water.
But now he’s wearing tight black pants and a black T-shirt that fits him as though it were specifically designed for his body.
He spreads my legs wide, kneels between them, and holds my thighs as he leans over and kisses my nipple.
I buck, unable to move an inch. All I can do is roll my head from side to side. That one touch to my nipple is enough to send me spinning. This man does things to my body that I never dreamed possible.
He switches to the other nipple, kissing it gently before switching back and forth.
My body is on fire when he starts sucking on my breasts.
Not just sucking but tormenting my nipples with his tongue.
I lose count of how many times he does this before he finally releases my swollen buds and nibbles a path down my body.
My Daddy flattens himself between my legs, still holding my thighs wide. And his lips come to my pussy. He’s gentle at first, planting lazy kisses on my clit and labia. But then he becomes more aggressive, dragging his tongue over my folds and flicking it on my clit.
“Daddy…” I whine.
Suddenly, he sucks my entire pussy, causing my folds to expand and fill with blood. I’m so sensitive that anything would send me over the edge. But I’m not prepared for what he does next.
Daddy eases his tongue into my tight channel.
I cry out from the stretch and shock.
He hums against my pussy as he pushes deeper until I’m convinced he could tickle my internal organs with his talented tongue.
After retracting what I now recognize as his best appendage, he pushes it in deeper. Is his tongue larger? That’s not possible, but the stretch is tighter.
He does it again and again. I swear he’s filling me further. And then vibrations cause my pussy to come even more alive. It’s a strange sensation, as though he’s humming inside me.
His tongue swells more, and I scream, coming so hard that my vision blurs. My pussy grips around his tongue, milking it. It’s too much. I’m overwhelmed with sensations. I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t form any words.
I’m not sure he would listen to me, anyway. He continues down this path, ignoring the fact that I just had an orgasm. It hasn’t even fully ended before another one starts building.
And his tongue… It’s bigger. I know it is. And the vibrations aren’t from humming. It’s as though his tongue is electric. It’s quivering rapidly inside me.
So tight. I’m panting as my arousal continues to grow. I’m trembling with need, desperate for another release, even though I just came a few seconds ago.
All I can do is roll my head back and forth, whimpering and begging. “Please, Daddy… Please…” I need another orgasm like I need air. And he’s going to give me one.
Suddenly, his teeth graze my clit while his tongue vibrates faster and harder inside me. I cry out again as another wave of pleasure consumes me. This orgasm lasts longer and leaves me lightheaded.
Luckily, Daddy eases his tongue out of my body. He murmurs words of praise while he kisses his way up to my neck. “Such a good girl. You took Daddy’s tongue so well, Little pet. Your cunt stretched nicely. I’ll do that to you every day until you’re ready to take my cock inside you.”
The thought of him doing that again, let alone every day, makes me nearly black out. The experience was too intense. I’m on the verge of tears from the emotional overload.
Daddy removes my cuffs, diapers me, and lifts me into his arms. After tucking a blanket around me, he puts my pacifier in my mouth and kisses my forehead. “Rest, Little pet. Daddy will hold you for a while.”