“Zoey, Galar will be close to you anytime we’re not inside the apartment. There may be times when he even comes inside. You will get over this need for modesty. It has no place on Venkoria. I may give you clothing, but only to keep you warm. You don’t need anything covering your body out here. I will not allow you to hide yourself from my view.”
Tears well up in my eyes. “But…”
“Galar may find you pretty. Many males will, but he will never act on that inappropriately. He is paid to guard you. He is a professional.” Daddy grips the front of my diaper again. “Wet yourself, naughty girl.”
I hate this part. I don’t want to use a diaper. I don’t want Galar or anyone else to think I can’t hold my pee. That I’m somehow not capable of being potty-trained. I’ve been using a toilet for most of my life.
Daddy turns me sideways again. He hoists me and extends me over one thigh in a way that causes his thick, muscular leg to press against my bladder.
I’m dangling over him, my head hanging to the outside and my legs between his. It’s uncomfortable. And now Ireallyneed to pee. Daddy is so tall that even my braid, dangling past my head, doesn’t reach the ground.
Daddy rubs my back. “You may not play until you pee in your diaper, Little pet.”
Unable to prevent it any longer, and unwilling to risk being taken back inside, I let my bladder go.
“That’s a good girl. See how good that feels? Your life will be much easier when you stop trying to hold in your urine. I want you to ignore the instinct to grip that muscle. Relax your bladder so your pee-pee leaks out anytime there’s pressure.”
I can’t do that. It would be impossible to pretend I can’t hold my urine. It would also be mortifying.
When he stands me between his legs again, the diaper hangs heavy between my parted thighs. This is the first time he’s ever let me stand, and it’s awkward. There’s a constant reminder of the bulky material. When, and if, he finally lets me start walking on my own, the diapers will force me to remember my place.
I’m ten times more self-conscious standing on this roof with the guard watching me than I was inside Daddy’s apartment. I twist to look around, suddenly worried about who else might be watching me, relieved to find that this building is the tallest in the area. No one can see me. Thank goodness.
Daddy grips the tabs on the sides of my diaper, letting it fall open so he can swipe it away.
My breath hitches, and I set my hands on his thighs. I have to force myself not to react. My instinct is to grab the blanket forcover. It’s one thing for him to expose my breasts to Galar. It’s another thing for him to let the guard see my private parts.
Pursing my lips to keep from arguing, I stand very still while Daddy holds me in place with his knees at my ribs. He reaches for a box of wipes in the basket on the table and pulls a few out before wiping my pussy.
I hold my breath, willing him to be quick, but he does no such thing. He drags the wipes between my folds and over my clit, over and over, far more than necessary to clean my skin.
When I can’t keep from drawing in oxygen any longer, I suck in a breath. But my eyes roll back, and a moan escapes. Yozef does this to me. Forcing me to be aroused right here on the roof with Galar only a few yards away.
I don’t dare look in the guard’s direction. I don’t want to know if he’s watching me demonstrate how weak I am. I’m sure he knows. He must think human pets are incredibly horny beings.
I’m so relieved when Daddy bends to set the wipes on top of the diaper that I’m totally unprepared for him to bring his fingers between my legs again.
A whimper escapes. My knees weaken. The pressure that keeps building every time he touches me like this is more intense than ever.
“Don’t fight it, Little pet,” he whispers in my ear.
I think I might die when he removes his fingers. By now, I’m so aroused that I no longer care who is watching. “Daddy…” I whine.
Chuckling, he turns me so I’m facing away from him. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off my feet. “Spread your legs, Zoey. Straddle Daddy.”
I obey him because I don’t seem to have the ability not to. And I’m panting when he settles me on his lap, my legsobscenely wide around his thighs. He adjusts me so my back is pressed against his chest.
“Reach up and clasp your hands behind my head, Little pet.”
I’m going to faint. I’m so vulnerable. Embarrassed beyond measure. And unable to stop this trajectory.
Threading my fingers at the base of his head causes me to feel ten times more exposed. My breasts rise high. My nipples are so hard they could cut something. And my pussy is dripping.
Daddy whispers in my ear, “If you can keep your hands where they are, I’ll pleasure you, Little pet. Is that what you want, Zoey? Do you want Daddy to finger your little cunt until you come?”
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy,” I mumble. I need what he’s offering more than I need modesty. He’s pressuring me on purpose. I’m not directly facing Galar, so he can’t see my nudity, but he has to know what Daddy is doing to me. This is Daddy’s way of asserting his dominance. Forcing me to accept his touch, no matter who might be watching.
He plants one palm over my breast and slides the other between my legs. “Your tits are so sexy, Zoey,” he says against my ear. “Can you feel how hard my cock is against your back?”
