Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I’m not sure it’s actually hotter out here than in the space station, but the sun makes it seem so inviting. I’ve never been exposed to sunlight. It feels so nice.
Yozef turns to the guard. “Come meet Zoey. I haven’t formally introduced you.”
I’m surprised by this development.
The guard is slightly taller than Daddy. Maybe close to eight feet. And he’s broader. I didn’t think that was possible. His skin is dark. So are his hair and eyes. That’s not unusual to me. The women on the space station have all different skin tones.
Daddy rubs my back as he faces the guard. “Galar, this is Zoey. Zoey, Galar will be your personal security detail.”
I frown. “What is that?”
Daddy chuckles. “It means he will always be nearby when we go somewhere. His job is to protect you, above all else. If there’s ever a threat to your life, he will ensure it is squashed immediately.”
“Oh.”
Daddy lifts my chin. “You will speak respectfully to Galar, Little pet. Manners.”
My face flushes at the reprimand, but I lift my head. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl,” Daddy praises, making me feel far inferior to both men. I shouldn’t be surprised. And I’m not pleased with what happens to me physically when Daddy expresses his approval.
The words good girl always make my pussy clench. I don’t get it. It’s frustrating.
Galar nods in my direction, finally making eye contact with me. “You will be safe with me, pet.”
Sigh. Must I be a pet? I’m treated as though I’m a combination of being a trained animal and a young child. I’m neither.
“Zoey has never been outside, so we’re going to spend some time up here,” Yozef informs Galar.
“I will guard the entrance,” Galar says before pointing past us. “I have installed the eye hook you requested. It’s heavy-duty and anchored deep. It will keep her safe.”
“Thank you, Galar.” Daddy turns back to me, smiling, as Galar moves toward the door. He stands sideways, seemingly keeping an eye on both the entrance and the entire roof.
I don’t know what he’s talking about when he refers to an eye hook. I know what one is, but what is it for? Assuming it has nothing to do with me, I turn and look around at the spacious rooftop.
FOURTEEN
This oasis is huge and so inviting. There’s a large grassy area, plants, and a strange boxed-off section filled with something brown. Sand? Is it a sandbox? I’ve seen them in pictures. I’ve never touched grass or sand. And…
My breath hitches. “Is that a swimming pool, Daddy?”
He smiles. “It is. I’ll take you in it soon. First, we need to get your skin protected. You’re very pale. You need sunscreen before you step out into direct sunlight.”
We’re standing under an awning at the door still, but Daddy moves toward a table that has a large open umbrella, which creates another shaded area.
He pulls out a chair and sits before settling me on his lap. There’s a basket on the table. I can see towels and several other items in it. Daddy grabs a tube of something. “I assume you’ve never worn sunscreen.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Have you worn lotion?”
I nod.
“It’s a lotion, but it has ingredients to keep your skin from burning in the sunlight.”
“I think I’ve read about that. They had it on Earth.”
Daddy slides me between his huge thighs, letting me stand on my feet. When he removes the blanket and sets it on the table, I gasp and cover my breasts, my eyes darting toward Galar.
Daddy quickly grabs my wrists and lowers my arms. He turns me sideways, keeping me firmly between his legs, holds my wrists behind my back with one hand, and leans slightly to one side to reach into his back pocket with the other.
It happens so fast that I have no chance to process what’s coming before Daddy swats my nipple so hard all the air leaves my lungs. A second later, he does the same to my other nipple.
It’s one of those tongue depressors.
My buds are on fire, the ache so shocking that I can’t breathe.
Daddy sets the stupid stick on the table and lifts my chin. “What have I said about playing with your tits, naughty girl?”
I want to argue. I want to point out that being exposed to the guard is so unnatural to me that I can’t help but instinctively cover my breasts. I want to tell him that I wasn’t playing with my nipples. But I don’t. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmur.
He continues to hold my chin, tipping my head even more, forcing me to give him all my attention. The position arches my back, further exposing my chest. “Do you want me to take you inside, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.” Though I’m not sure about that. Would I rather be inside Daddy’s apartment, where no one else can see my nudity? Or can I manage to overcome my modesty in order to explore this oasis, even though it’s obvious Daddy is not going to let me cover my breasts?