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 lean into his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ll try, Daddy.” And I will. I mean it. I’m trying to see things his way. I want to please him because I like it when he praises me. And I really like it when he rewards me.
“I have a surprise for you, Little pet.”
I’m shocked that he would change to such a joyful tone after the morning we’ve had, but he turns and opens his desk drawer to lift something out. When he holds it up, I gasp.
He chuckles. “Do you know what this is, Zoey?”
I shake my head. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it is, but I’m hoping I’m wrong.
“Yamal mentioned this when we saw him on that first day. It’s a glass dildo. Daddy is going to put it in your cunt and strap it tight. Your pussy will stretch around it all day, helping remind you who you belong to. Hopefully, at the end of the day, you’ll be so horny, you’ll be ready to take Daddy’s cock.”
I sit taller, trembling while I consider his words. I really want him inside my body. He’s been preparing me with his evil tongue for a week. I’m plenty stretched out. This glass dildo is going to drive me mad all day. Every time I move, I’ll be aware of it inside me.
And that’s precisely the point.
NINETEEN
It’s a long morning. I can’t focus, and who could blame me? Even when I try to lie on the giant, fluffy pillow Daddy put in the playpen, I can’t stop squirming. The glass dildo doesn’t let me forget it’s there.
I nearly died on the spot when he slid it inside me. He said that since I wanted to stand so badly, I could do so while he thrust the dildo into my body. And that’s exactly what he did. He made me suck it into my mouth to get it wet—as if that were necessary—and then pushed it inside me so far that I rose onto my toes. I held my breath while he attached the straps to it, securing everything around my waist so it wouldn’t fall out.
I’ve never been so aroused, and though I’ll never tell him this, I’m the most horny when I pee while wearing the stupid fake cock.
Who am I kidding? He knows. He’s never smirked so much since I met him. I don’t know how he manages to get any work done. He sits at that giant desk all day, talking on the phone and doing things I don’t understand on his computer.
I’m not allowed to make a single noise while Daddy works. He impressed that upon me yesterday when he started back full-time. I don’t dare break that rule. I can’t imagine what he would do to punish me if I interrupted him on a call.
In order to help me remember to remain mute, he lets me have a pacifier all day. I’m beyond addicted to it now. He takes it away when he’s not working, but there’s no doubt I’m out of sorts without it.
Daddy takes a break at lunch to eat and feed me. He holds me on his lap, bouncing me intentionally, because he knows the dildo is driving me bonkers.
It’s midafternoon when a loud noise fills the room. An alarm.
My first instinct is to sit upright, panic racing through me. I heard this sort of warning on the space station. It happened whenever there was a potential crisis, so everyone would show up to fix the problem and avoid catastrophic failures.
My heart is racing as Daddy’s phone rings seconds after the alarm starts blaring. I can’t hear him, but I don’t like the look on his face.
I’m wondering if there’s a fire. The alarm on this planet obviously doesn’t signal the sort of possibilities we had on the space station. There’s no concern for a hole in the building. Even if a window blew out, we would still have oxygen. There’s no fear of getting sucked into space. No worry of cold or heat or drowning or anything I can think of, besides fire.
Daddy’s face is tight as he sets the phone down, leaps up, and grabs me from the playpen. I expect him to cover me and carry me from what must be a burning building, but instead, he sets me on the floor in front of his desk, reaches under the center, and touches something under the desktop.
I jump as the back of the crawlspace opens up. The place where his knees rest while he’s sitting at the computer. There’s a small door, and now it’s swinging out.
Daddy sets a hand on the back of my neck. “The siren is a breach in the building. You need to hide, Zoey. Climb inside and pull the door closed. No one will find you in there. Do not come out for any reason until I open the door. Understood?”