“Thank you, Galar.” Daddy turns back to me, smiling, as Galar moves toward the door. He stands sideways, seemingly keeping an eye on both the entrance and the entire roof.
I don’t know what he’s talking about when he refers to an eye hook. I know what one is, but what is it for? Assuming it has nothing to do with me, I turn and look around at the spacious rooftop.
FOURTEEN
This oasis is huge and so inviting. There’s a large grassy area, plants, and a strange boxed-off section filled with something brown. Sand? Is it a sandbox? I’ve seen them in pictures. I’ve never touched grass or sand. And…
My breath hitches. “Is that a swimming pool, Daddy?”
He smiles. “It is. I’ll take you in it soon. First, we need to get your skin protected. You’re very pale. You need sunscreen before you step out into direct sunlight.”
We’re standing under an awning at the door still, but Daddy moves toward a table that has a large open umbrella, which creates another shaded area.
He pulls out a chair and sits before settling me on his lap. There’s a basket on the table. I can see towels and several other items in it. Daddy grabs a tube of something. “I assume you’ve never worn sunscreen.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Have you worn lotion?”
I nod.
“It’s a lotion, but it has ingredients to keep your skin from burning in the sunlight.”
“I think I’ve read about that. They had it on Earth.”
Daddy slides me between his huge thighs, letting me stand on my feet. When he removes the blanket and sets it on the table, I gasp and cover my breasts, my eyes darting toward Galar.
Daddy quickly grabs my wrists and lowers my arms. He turns me sideways, keeping me firmly between his legs, holds my wrists behind my back with one hand, and leans slightly to one side to reach into his back pocket with the other.
It happens so fast that I have no chance to process what’s coming before Daddy swats my nipple so hard all the air leaves my lungs. A second later, he does the same to my other nipple.
It’s one of those tongue depressors.
My buds are on fire, the ache so shocking that I can’t breathe.
Daddy sets the stupid stick on the table and lifts my chin. “What have I said about playing with your tits, naughty girl?”
I want to argue. I want to point out that being exposed to the guard is so unnatural to me that I can’t help but instinctively cover my breasts. I want to tell him that I wasn’t playing with my nipples. But I don’t. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmur.
He continues to hold my chin, tipping my head even more, forcing me to give him all my attention. The position arches my back, further exposing my chest. “Do you want me to take you inside, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.” Though I’m not sure about that. Would I rather be inside Daddy’s apartment, where no one else can see my nudity? Or can I manage to overcome my modesty in order to explore this oasis, even though it’s obvious Daddy is not going to let me cover my breasts?
“This is your only warning, Little pet,” he admonishes. “If I have to reprimand you again, wewillgo inside.”
“Yes, Sir.” My lips tremble, and I’m fighting back tears.I keep having this conflicting sensation where I want to cry because I hate my status here, while at the same time, I want to please Yozef. It upsets me greatly when I disappoint him.
“Do you think you can support yourself standing between my legs for a few minutes so I can get the lotion on you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases my wrists. “Hold on to my thighs.”
I turn to face him, setting my palms on his enormous legs. I’m trembling from the harsh reprimand, the sting that continues to make my nipples throb, and the fact that I was just punished in a humiliating manner in front of Galar.
Daddy slides a hand down the front of me, trapping his arm between my torso and his crotch. I don’t know what he’s planning until he squeezes the front of my diaper. “You haven’t peed in a while, Little pet. Use your diaper before I put lotion on you.”
My face heats. I glance toward Galar again.Can he hear us?I’m sure he can. I’m so embarrassed. “Daddy…” I hiss.
