The blood drains from my head. He’s touching the inside of my rectum. It’s the most mortifying thing that’s ever happened to me, and I suspect he’s capable of humiliating me even further in the coming days.
TEN
To say I’m addicted to the stupid pacifier would be an understatement. I suck on it like it’s a lifeline. I might actually perish if I don’t suck harder and faster every time he lets me have it.
I’m grateful he’s allowing me to keep the nipple in my mouth as he carries me through his home, giving me a tour. My bottom is still on fire, and my pussy is still throbbing, but those were both his intentions. He’s evil.
He shows me his home office, his workout room, and the huge bathroom attached to his bedroom. The thing that stood out to me the most was the tub.
Well, one other item is stuck in my head, too. The toilet. It’s larger than any I’ve ever seen and far too high off the floor for me to easily use. This makes me worry that he has no intention of letting me pee in a receptacle.
I’m surprised by how ordinary most things are. Some cooking methods seem odd and more advanced than what we had on the space station, or before that on Earth, but most of the appliances are at least similar.
I’m not wearing clothes, but he does have me wrapped in a soft blanket.
Eventually, he settles on a giant chair in the living area. It’s clearly his favorite place to sit, comfortable and made for his size. After lifting a footrest, he props his feet, so his knees are bent, and leans me against his thighs.
I’m facing him, and he spreads my legs open wide to settle my feet on either side of his hips. Once again, I’m exposed, and that sensation increases when he unwraps the blanket so my chest is bared to him.
I whimper, but as I reach for the sides of the blanket, intent on pulling it around me, he grips my wrists and brings my hands to my sides. “Let me look at you, Little pet,” he says in a soft voice.
His gaze roams to my chest, and as he stares at my breasts, my nipples tighten. I end up arching my back, unable to keep from reacting to his attention.
“I’m sorry it took me several days to pick you up. That’s my fault. I was not in town when you were brought to Venkoria. I picked you out from the photos in your file and purchased you because I didn’t want to risk someone else buying you first. Something about you called to me. But that caused you to be left in the holding center far longer than anticipated. I’m sure you were scared.”
A strange sound comes out of me. He has no idea how frightened I was. I’m not sure I’m less panicked than I was this morning, however.
I suppose it’s different now. I’m in his home. Apparently, he’s very strict and intends to train me to be obedient. The idea is infuriating. But I have conflicting emotions because when he looks at me like he is right now, I feel cherished.
“You’re so very pretty.” He releases my wrists, lifts my lowerback, and tucks, first one, and then the other hand under me. “Leave your hands here, Little pet.”
Next, he opens my diaper and pulls the front of it away, exposing me entirely.
A moan fills the room. It’s coming from me. My face heats. I’m both embarrassed and aroused at the same time. It seems like I’m constantly a bundle of conflicting emotions.
“So pretty…” he murmurs as he brings his pointers to my breasts. He circles the globes reverently, causing my nipples to harden further. It’s maddening. I’d rather he spank me on the turgid tips than tease me like this.
“I didn’t expect you to be so sexual, even though I was told it was a possibility. You’re becoming more attached to me by the minute. Your body craves my touch. It’s fascinating. I’m so pleased.” He smiles.
I suck harder.
His gaze comes to my face, and his brow furrows. “I’m not sure how I feel about you developing a dependency to that pacifier.” He plucks it out of my mouth and sets it on the end table next to him.
I whine as I twist to look at it. “Daddy…”
He swats my breast hard and fast. “No whining,” he commands.
I purse my lips, trying not to make another sound of desperation. Now the side of my boob is burning.
“You need discipline, naughty girl.” He pinches one of my nipples, making me arch again, as if I want him to grip it harder. Some odd part of me wantsexactlythat.
Daddy twists the hard bud and holds it captive, making me gasp. The new pain spreads down my body, seemingly connected to my pussy.
I don’t dare try to avoid him or remove my hands.
“Do you realize that your body craves pain? That every time I give you a taste of masochism, your pussy creams?”
Licking my lips, I frown. I don’t know what he means.
