Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I rise up and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, Daddy.” The words come out easily, even though the thought is a new one that has just snuck up on me.
Daddy tugs the blanket completely away from me and drops it onto the floor behind me, leaving me in nothing but my diaper. “I never in my life expected to understand the meaning of that emotion, but I love you, too, Isla.”
My heart soars. All my problems seem to fade into the background as this giant alien man holds me tight, rocking me, kissing my neck. Eventually, his lips make their way to mine, and I moan as he licks the seam of my mouth.
I part for him, letting his tongue in, wondering if it will grow in my mouth the way it grows when he puts it inside my pussy. He’s never kissed me on the lips before. It’s so much more intimate. I feel connected to him in a way I haven’t before.
I want more. I want to crawl inside him.
He’s demanding and overprotective. He keeps me collared and leashed. He forces me to use a diaper and take bottles. He treats me like a baby, or in this case, a pet.
But he adores me. I’ve never seen him so scared as he was when that man attacked us. I doubt he’s ever been so frightened. His methods are unusual. I don’t know how long it will take me to accept my fate. Years probably. And I will always have lingering hopes that he will stop treating me like a pet.
I’m not a dog or a cat. I’m a human. But to him, an Earthling is a pet. From what I’ve read, the people on Earth had strong bonds with their pets. Sometimes, they loved them more than any other humans. They often treated them better than humans, too.
Is it like that for me with Daddy?
Does it matter?
Maybe I shouldn’t care why he loves me. It’s more important that he does. He can’t change that he thought he was buying a pet.
His huge hands roam up and down my back.
I press my breasts against his front, wishing he weren’t wearing a shirt. Squirming as he continues to kiss me as though our lives depend on it.
My full strength is back. I’m climbing him like a monkey, trying to wrap my arms and legs all the way around him, even though that’s not possible. He’s too big.
When his hands come to my diaper and remove it, I whimper.
He grabs my butt cheeks in his palms and hikes me closer to him, pushing my wet pussy against his shirt.
Suddenly, he growls low and deep, startling me as he turns to one side, breaks our kiss, and lowers me onto the couch cushion.
I’m panting as he yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it away. Then he’s lifting me again, careful to support my head out of what I know is an abundance of caution. It’s not necessary. I can hold my head up now.
And then I’m back in his arms, hauled into the same position, my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck. I rock my soaked folds against his abs, grinding my clit.
I’m so needy that I’m making unintelligible sounds into his mouth as he resumes kissing me. It’s me who breaks the kiss. “Daddy… Please…” I need him inside me. I’m ready.
He smiles and kisses my nose playfully. “What do you need, Little pet?”
I ignore the fact that he’s calling me a pet again. It’s okay. It’s a term of endearment, not an insult. He doesn’t mean it to demean me or make me feel inferior.
“Please, Daddy… I need your cock inside me.” My cheeks heat. Having sex was not on my radar until I met this man. Everything about my existence changed when the alien guards boarded my space station and kidnapped me from the only home I’d known for twenty years. I hadn’t been outside that space station since the day I boarded it. None of us has.
And now I’m on a planet where there is natural gravity and solid ground. My anxiety should be reduced without having to worry about the ten million things that could have gone wrong on that space station to end my existence.
I’m safe here. Right? I’m at least safe from being sucked into space and disintegrating. I’m safe in this apartment because Daddy will never let anything happen to me.
I learned something else about him today. All the men I’ve seen have been giant, strong, and fit. But Daddy single-handedly took down that assailant while holding me with his other arm the entire time. He wasn’t just holding me. He was supporting my limp body and keeping my head from lolling back.
He’s in better shape than others. It’s difficult for me to see anything other than ginormous aliens, but they obviously have varying degrees of strength, and today, my Daddy’s came in handy.