“Yes, Daddy.” It’shuge. I haven’t seen it, but the bulge is enormous.
With my pussy gripped in his hand, he strokes his fingers through my folds. “No one can see you, Little pet. Not even Galar. He’s too professional to ever give any indication he has any clue what I’m doing to you. In the coming days, your body will become more and more addicted to my touch. You’ll crave my fingers in your pussy all the time. And I do not want to ignore your needs just because someone else is nearby. So, you will learn to pay no attention to them and accept your pleasurewhen Daddy offers it. Understood?” While he’s talking, he’s stroking through my wetness. It’s maddening.
“Yes, Sir…” I manage to murmur.
Daddy pinches my nipple and clit at the same time. “Come, Little pet. Do it now.”
My body obeys his order, waves of my release making me pulse from head to toe. It’s hard to care that Galar can hear me crying out. All my focus is on the pleasure as it dawns on me that I willalwaysbe a slave to this feeling. I may be owned by Yozef, but my slavery is cemented by the way he makes my body hum.
I’m still wobbly as Daddy lowers me to my feet, once again between his legs. He grabs the sunscreen and pours some onto his palm.
My body is still trembling all over. The feeling doesn’t ebb as he rubs the lotion all over me, even reaching a finger under my collar to ensure no part of me is left exposed to the sun. My vision blurs when he palms both my breasts and spends far more time than necessary covering them with sunscreen.
He moves down my body, rubbing the lotion on my legs next, and then up to my bottom, even pulling my cheeks apart so no part of me isn’t slick with sunscreen.
I’m nearly out of my head by the time he’s done. I just had an orgasm, which is more than enough stimulation to leave me trembling and dizzy, but then Daddy stroked every inch of my naked body, and I have no idea if Galar is watching. I can’t bring myself to check.
What next?
FIFTEEN
Daddy cups my face. “The grass is soft, Little pet. Do you think you have the strength to crawl on it?”
I flinch and glance around. I want so badly to stay outside, but do I want it enough to endure whatever is expected of me? Even crawling on my hands and knees like an animal?
Daddy rubs my back. “Would you rather go back inside, Zoey?” he asks gently, even though he knows that’s not what I want.
“No, Daddy.” I glance at the table. “Are you going to put another diaper on me?”
He smiles. “You don’t need one while we’re out here, Little pet. I’ll let you have some time without one. If you’re worried about peeing yourself, no one will know. If you have an accident in the grass, it won’t matter.”
I gasp. I’ve never had an accident since I was potty-trained. He’s goading me.
Daddy stands and sweeps me off my feet. Cradling me, he carries me toward the center of the grassy area before squatting down and setting me on my bottom.
The next thing he does nearly causes me to jump to my feetand run off the side of the building. But it happens so fast, and I’m too shocked to react quickly enough. He picks up a chain and attaches it to my collar.
Smiling triumphantly, he runs a hand over the top of my head and down my braid. “This will keep you safe, Little pet. The other end of the leash is attached to a sturdy eye hook. The chain is long enough to give you free rein of the grass, including the sandbox. You won’t be able to reach the edge of the roof or the pool.”
I remain on my bottom, staring at him. I’m naked, and now I’m chained like a dog in the yard. But I have another problem. My heart is racing because part of me feels incredibly loved and safe. My Daddy is looking at me as though I’m the most cherished possession he’s ever had. He adores me.
The man is misguided. He doesn’t understand humans. He thought he was getting a pet. He obviously treats his pets well.
But I’m not a pet…
I’m a human being. A person.
“Daddy…” I barely keep the whine out of my voice. I don’t want to anger him. I don’t even know what to say.
“Shhh….” He pets my head, then strokes my cheek and lets his fingers trail down until he grazes over my nipple.
I moan and arch my chest toward him.
“That’s my good girl. My good Little pet.” His voice soothes me. My body calms as he touches me. He gently cups my breast and weighs it, with his gaze locked on mine. His thumb returns to my nipple, stroking it so lightly it’s almost imperceptible. “Shhh…” he repeats softly as if I’m making any sounds.
All the noise is in my head.Screaming. There’s a war inside me. A battle of wills. One part tells me this is madness.Make it stop.The other part is countering that my Daddy adores me and has my best interests at heart.
“Deep breaths, Little pet.”
