He smiles warmly again. “A masochist is someone who derives pleasure from pain. Someone who craves it. You might even discover you need it in order to reach orgasm.”
My lips quiver. His words make no sense. Why would I want him to hurt me?
“I can smell the changes in your pheromones, Little pet. You’ll never be able to hide your arousal from me. I can use that to my advantage. Once you’ve had a taste of pleasure, you’ll do anything to get it again. Pleasing me will become addictive, like that pacifier. You’ll do it to get the reward. But you’ll also misbehave because you’ll learn to enjoy the denial that comes with pain when you’re a naughty girl.”
I understand half of what he’s saying. It’s impossible to focus because he’s still holding my nipple, tweaking it, twisting it, pulling on it.
Finally, he releases my bud, and I blow out a breath. I’m not sure whether I’m grateful or disappointed because, apparently, he’s right. I like it when he inflicts pain on me.
His palms come to my inner thighs. “I’m going to pleasure you now, Little pet, so you’ll know what it feels like. You must not move. Would you rather I place you in your crib and restrain you?”
“No, Daddy,” I murmur.
He lifts a brow. “Can you be a good girl and remain still with your hands tucked under your back while I touch your pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m not sure it’s possible, but I’ll try.
He slides his palms higher and pulls my folds open with his thumbs. “Such a potent pussy. Don’t worry. No one else will scent it as strongly as I do. The bond between us caused by theinjection ensures neither of us feels this level of attraction to any other being.”
His gaze moves to my pussy. Once again, he torments me by touching me there. He circles my clit casually before stroking against my entrance.
Copious amounts of fluid are leaking out of me. My arousal, he says. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before today.
“Do you feel the pressure building, Zoey?” He sets his palm on my stomach. “In here. A tightening. A need that makes you think you’ll explode.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. That’s exactly what I feel, and not for the first time. He’s done this to me several times.
Daddy presses against my entrance, where a penis would go if I were going to procreate with a human. Is he going to put his cock in me like the doctor suggested? The idea scares me.
As if reading my mind, Yozef says, “Don’t panic, Little pet. Daddy is only going to enter your tight cunt with my finger right now. You’ll need a lot of stretching before you can take my cock comfortably.”
A low moan escapes me, partly because his words are so crude. Until today, I’ve never heard the word cunt, and I’m certain it’s not a polite word based on the tone he used.
He shifts his attention to my clit again, pulling on the skin around it with a few fingers, making it more exposed.
He looks down. “Your clit is so pretty and pink when I pull the hood back and expose it.” He looks down. “I’m going to enjoy licking it. But not right now.”
He licked my bottom earlier, and he kissed my pussy, too, so it shouldn’t surprise me that he intends to lick my clit. The idea makes the tight knot in my tummy clench further.
“Most of your pleasure will come from me touching this sweet clit, Little pet. The rest of your delicious feelings will come from me stroking your G-spot. It’s a button inside yourcunt at the top of your channel. When I press against it, you will experience euphoria.”
I squirm, concentrating hard on not removing my hands. I wish he would give me what I crave and stop talking about it.
Finally, he gently grips my clit between two fingers as he flips his hand palm up and eases his middle finger into my channel.
I wince. The stretch is too much.
“Shhh… Be a good girl. Breathe through the pressure. I’m going to take my time, but we need to stretch your tight cunt out, Little pet.”
Slowly, he enters me, easing back each time before reaching farther.
Eventually his entire finger is in me, and he holds it deep before suddenly thrusting it in and out.
I gasp as the pressure builds.
Daddy grips my clit tighter, holding it captive. Just when I think I might completely come apart, he curls his finger inside me and drags it along the top of my channel, just like he said he would.
Something changes. A need. It grows. I’m climbing higher and higher. Every nerve in my body tingles as he grazes that elusive spot again and again.
