“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Today, we’ll work on how to float on your back, how to hold on to the leash like a buoy, and putting your face in the water.”
I’m not looking forward toanyof that, but I simply nod.
SEVENTEEN
We spend a long time in the pool. Though I love the feel of the water around me, learning to keep my head out is challenging. It’s very deep because Daddy is much taller than me. I can’t reach the bottom.
Daddy gives me a real shower with soap and shampoo after we’re done. He does so outside, probably because he enjoys the way I get so embarrassed being exposed to Galar. He chuckles softly the entire time, paying way too much attention to my breasts and between my legs. I’m so wobbly when he’s finished that he lifts me into his arms so I don’t fall.
After lowering me onto a blanket in the sun, he pats me dry, leans me onto my back, and diapers me. He also reattaches the heavy leash and hands me a bottle.
I’m famished, and I need to pee really badly, so I’m grateful for both. Plus, I have a new odd comfort from the leash. It goes so far toward relaxing me that while I’m watching Daddy do some work around the pool, I end up falling asleep.
I wake up in my crib, and for the first time since I arrived, I’m not angry. Nothing has changed. The bars are still inchesfrom my face. My legs are bent and wide. And my arms are resting above my head.
The position is so demeaning and vulnerable. And yet I’m comforted by the routine and the fact that it pleases Daddy for me to sleep like this. As usual, my nipples are exposed.
When I whimper around the pacifier, he materializes. Not surprising.
My diaper is soaked, so the first thing he does after lifting the top of my crib is clean me up, but he doesn’t put a fresh diaper on me. Instead, he carries my naked body over to his huge bed and spreads me out in the middle of it.
Daddy removes my pacifier and hovers over me.
I’m not sure what his intentions are. His eyes are dark and lustful. If that’s a thing.
“I’m going to take you to heaven, Little pet.”
I frown, not knowing what he’s talking about.
He chuckles. “Trust me, Zoey, you’re going to enjoy this. Consider it a reward for being such a good girl in the pool.”
My cheeks heat. I was well behaved in the water. I didn’t complain once, even though I was scared. I know he was proud of me.
“There’s no way for you to begin to understand what’s going to happen, but I’m going to tell you the basics, so you won’t be quite as startled.”
“Basics of what, Daddy?”
“First, I’m going to cuff your wrists to the headboard. Not because you’ve been naughty and not for any sort of punishment. The cuffs will force you to keep your hands out of the way while I worship your sweet body.”
I whimper when he reaches above my head and brings something to my arm.
Twisting my neck as far as I can, I watch him wrap a soft material around my wrist. It’s tight, but it won’t injure me. Bythe time he’s finished with my other arm, I’m panting. My pussy is already wet. I can’t keep from squirming, writhing, and bucking, even though nothing is touching me.
“My Little pet likes to be restrained,” Daddy points out.
Is that true? It certainly wasn’t a few hours ago. I nearly revolted when he attached me to that leash in the yard. Before this afternoon, I hated the confinement of the crib he puts me in. Not to mention how much I loathed the cage in the warehouse where I was a prisoner.
But something is definitely changing in me. I’m not as averse to the cuffs. Especially when I combine my restraint with the look in Daddy’s eyes, one that tells me he’d like to eat me. Maybe I should be scared.
My breath hitches at his next words, so eerily similar to my thoughts. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy now, Little pet. I’m going to hold you down and thrust my tongue into your cunt until you come so many times you lose count.”
I’m going to hyperventilate. Surely, I’ve misheard him.
“My tongue will stretch your tight channel to prepare you for my cock.”
His tongue?Cream leaks from my pussy. I can’t stop it. Even though I have no idea what his plan is, and my head is spinning as I try to visualize his goals, I’m so very turned on that I want to beg him to get started.
