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 don’t dare look in the guard’s direction. I don’t want to know if he’s watching me demonstrate how weak I am. I’m sure he knows. He must think human pets are incredibly horny beings.
I’m so relieved when Daddy bends to set the wipes on top of the diaper that I’m totally unprepared for him to bring his fingers between my legs again.
A whimper escapes. My knees weaken. The pressure that keeps building every time he touches me like this is more intense than ever.
“Don’t fight it, Little pet,” he whispers in my ear.
I think I might die when he removes his fingers. By now, I’m so aroused that I no longer care who is watching. “Daddy…” I whine.
Chuckling, he turns me so I’m facing away from him. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off my feet. “Spread your legs, Zoey. Straddle Daddy.”
I obey him because I don’t seem to have the ability not to. And I’m panting when he settles me on his lap, my legs obscenely wide around his thighs. He adjusts me so my back is pressed against his chest.
“Reach up and clasp your hands behind my head, Little pet.”
I’m going to faint. I’m so vulnerable. Embarrassed beyond measure. And unable to stop this trajectory.
Threading my fingers at the base of his head causes me to feel ten times more exposed. My breasts rise high. My nipples are so hard they could cut something. And my pussy is dripping.
Daddy whispers in my ear, “If you can keep your hands where they are, I’ll pleasure you, Little pet. Is that what you want, Zoey? Do you want Daddy to finger your little cunt until you come?”
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy,” I mumble. I need what he’s offering more than I need modesty. He’s pressuring me on purpose. I’m not directly facing Galar, so he can’t see my nudity, but he has to know what Daddy is doing to me. This is Daddy’s way of asserting his dominance. Forcing me to accept his touch, no matter who might be watching.
He plants one palm over my breast and slides the other between my legs. “Your tits are so sexy, Zoey,” he says against my ear. “Can you feel how hard my cock is against your back?”
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s huge. 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 pleasure when 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 will always be 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?