I squeal and clap my hands, unable to control my jubilance. I hope he doesn’t count my excitement as raising my voice.
He chuckles. “I guess that’s a yes?”
THIRTEEN
I’m entranced as Daddy fixes my hair. He sits me on the counter in the kitchen, so my head will be up high enough, and then he proceeds to brush out the thick waves.
Just like when he was petting me, this feels good. I’m not used to being pampered or even touched more than necessary. I’ve done my own hair for as long as I can remember. There was no time on the space station for frivolous styling. We pulled our long locks back either into a braid or a ponytail.
“Do all your females have long hair like this?” he asks as he sets the brush down and divides my hair into three sections.
“Most. It’s not a requirement or anything. We don’t often have the time to cut it.”
“It’s stunning, Little pet. Do you like it this long?”
I tip my head down. “It’s kind of heavy.”
“Would you be happier if it were a bit shorter?”
He’s done, and I twist around to look at him. “You would let me cut it?”
He shrugs. “I’m just being practical. It’s going to get in your way when you crawl.”
I wince. I hate the idea of crawling. Is he really going toforce me to remain on the floor? The idea is so humiliating that I may silently rebel by not moving.
Daddy taps my nose. “You’re having naughty thoughts. I’ve discovered I can smell more than your arousal. Your body gives off a different scent when you’re conspiring.”
My eyes go wide, and I gasp. “That’s evil.”
He chuckles. “What were you plotting, naughty girl? Because I know you well enough to tell when your mind is jumping around while I’m talking. Beware. It would behoove you to focus on me and nothing else when I’m speaking to you. If I catch you not listening to me, it’s as bad as disobeying an order.”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll have someone come to the apartment to cut your hair for you. How does that sound?”
Giving him a slow smile, I nod. I’ve never had my hair cut by anyone who had a clue what they were doing. On the space station, we simply chopped off some whenever it became annoying. Some women kept their hair longer than others.
“That sounds nice. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Settled. Now, would you like me to take you outside?”
My smile splits wider.
Daddy inhales deeply. “Oh, Little pet, the scent that your body emits when you’re pleased is heavenly. It’s not as sweet as your arousal, but it’s a close second.”
It’s weird that he can scent me like that. I can’t do the same. Or maybe that’s not true. Daddy definitely has a specific scent, and I’m addicted to it. I want to bury my nose in his neck and inhale him forever. But I’m not aware of his smell changing with his moods.
As I draw in a deep breath, it occurs to me that perhaps he hasn’t had any other moods since I met him. Maybe his potent, alluring pheromones are overpowering any other scent.
Daddy sweeps me off the counter. “Can you hold your head up without help, Little pet?”
“Yes, Sir.” I do feel heavy, but I’m getting used to the sensation. It might be awkward to walk, lifting my feet as if they were concrete, but I wouldn’t fall. He’s being overly cautious by not letting me walk.
The truth is, I like being pressed against him. The more of me he touches and the closer he holds me, the calmer and more centered I feel. So I don’t really want him to put me down and leave me on my own.
There’s a battle in my head, because I know I shouldn’t be so attached to him. It’s dangerous for my mental health. I should be angry with him. I also know that neither of us is in control of our feelings because of the injection.
Would he find me so alluring if we’d met without the shot? That part scares me. What if it wears off and we wake up one day and find we don’t even like each other? Or worse. What if I’m still magnetically drawn to him, but he loses interest in me?
