“Reach above your head.” He slides his palms up my waist and then my arms. There’s a bar mounted on the wall just below the spigot. “Grab the bar, Little pet. Hold on to it to help you stay on your feet. I don’t want you to fall.”
I’m trembling as the water runs down my body. It’s hard for me to process my nudity. I’m in the open air. Even though there’s a wall, I feel so exposed. And Galar… I can’t look at him.
The water is warm, though. Too warm for Daddy. He did this for me. It makes my heart soar.
Daddy removes the nozzle from above and angles it to spray my body from head to toe, washing away the sand. When he holds the spout over my breasts, zings of pleasure rush through me, making me whimper and arch.
My breath hitches when he squats in front of me and guides the water so that it sprays directly against my pussy.
I yelp as I try to jump away from the intensity, but Daddy reaches his free hand to grip my bottom, forcing me to stay where I am. “Spread your legs wider, naughty girl.”
“Daddy…” I whine. My nipples are harder than ever, and my pussy is pulsing. I’m going to orgasm right here, outside, where Galar can see me.
Daddy gives my butt a hard swat. “Spread your knees, Zoey,” he orders. His command is firm, and I find myself unable to disobey him. I don’t want to displease him. The idea of doing something to anger him or cause him to turn away from me nearly brings me to tears.
So, I part my feet and grit my teeth, letting Daddy direct the force of the water at my pussy.
In two seconds, I come so violently that I can’t hold myself upright.
Daddy catches me, wrapping his arm around my waist while he continues to spray my pussy. When he finally replaces the nozzle and turns off the water, I’m reduced to a panting mess. It’s a wonder I didn’t go down the drain with the water.
He unfastens me from the leash, scoops me into his arms, and carries me toward the pool.
I’m almost too sated to panic, but my arousal quickly ebbs as he takes the stairs into the water. Eventually, I’m fully submerged. And I twist to wrap my arms around his neck, my legs going around his waist.
I’m surprised by how warm this water is, too. Did he make it this temperature on purpose? He must have.
Daddy has one hand under my bottom and the other tight around my back. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Little pet,” he soothes. “You’re precious to me. A hundred times moredelightful than I imagined you would be. Best purchase I’ve ever made.”
I lean back to look him in the eyes. His words do something to me. I want to tell him that I care about him, too. That I would die if I were separated from him.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them. Instead, I glance around. “I’m not secure,” I whisper. As much as I hated when he attached the leash to me, now I feel sort of nervous without it. Yes, he’s holding me, but someone could drop out of an aircraft and snatch me out of his arms.
It’s far-fetched, but the thought won’t leave my mind.
Or what if ten people stormed onto the roof through the door, overtook Galar, and killed him to get me? I squeeze my Daddy’s neck tighter, my breath coming rapidly. Something has shifted inside me. I need to be safe.
Daddy rubs my back. “Shhh…” As he walks through the water toward the edge of the pool, I see another eye hook affixed to the concrete. There’s a thick chain next to it. It’s not metal. It’s pink, in fact.
When Daddy picks up the end of the strange chain, I notice a metal section. Just a few inches. He attaches it to my collar and the other end to the eye hook. It’s not a simple connection. There’s a pad he puts his thumb on. Another person wouldn’t be able to detach me. Only Daddy’s thumb.
Daddy tugs the entire coil of pink chain into the pool, and I gasp when it floats. He smiles at me. “It’s made out of a composite material that will provide you with a flotation device but is still indestructible. No one would be able to cut through it.”
My heart rate slows as my panic ebbs. I should be extremely worried about the depth of this water and my complete inability to swim, but I find myself less concerned about drowning than being kidnapped. Daddy is not going to let me slip underwaterwhere I can’t breathe. Although without the leash, I don’t think he could single-handedly prevent me from being taken from him. Not if enough men showed up with weapons.
Another fear consumes me. What if someone shoots him? Do they have guns here? Could someone kill Yozef and then use his thumb to release me from the leash so they could steal me?
“Hey…” Daddy whispers as he adjusts me in his arms. “You’re safe now.”
Am I, though?
I’m not sure. Where is this coming from? It’s not like me. I’ve never been prone to panic attacks. Some girls on the space station were. They worried all the time about our doom. They worried about having enough food, a meteor slamming into our station, running out of oxygen, or even being overtaken by giant blue aliens who cooked and ate us.
Not me. I’ve always been more of a realist. Until now.
“Take a deep breath for me, Little pet.”
I try to inhale with him. It helps because I draw in his scent.
