Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
My breath hitches as I arch my hips off his lap. My legs are splayed open.
Daddy releases the leash to flatten his palm on my chest. “Your heart beats faster when I command you to heel or sit. Every time I restrain you further, you know it’s because I care about you.”
Finally, my tears leak out. I can’t stop them. I reach up to swipe them away.
Daddy leans me back so that I’m cradled in his arms. He lifts his other hand from my chest and unsnaps the front of my shirt until the material parts, exposing my chest.
He stares into my eyes the entire time. “I promise I’m learning about your kind,” he says, his finger trailing in large circles around my breasts. “I will eventually feed you in that highchair. I will gradually let you stand and even walk. I will obtain reading material from the database that will stimulate your mind. At some point, I will come up with a receptacle where you can eliminate. But don’t ask me to lighten up on my need to protect you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out, nodding.
“Don’t ask me to let you wander around without being attached to a leash. Don’t ask me to leave your kennel unlocked when you’re in it. Don’t ask me to do anything that would risk your safety or health. I’ll never be able to lighten up on those things because I’ll never stop feeling the emotional connection we have, nor the desire to own you—mind, body, and soul.”
Daddy punctuates the end of his speech by pinching one of my nipples.
I arch my chest and grab his wrist.
“That’s my precious Little pet. Squirm for Daddy.” He switches his hand to the other nipple and twists it. The pain is just enough to morph into pleasure. The leash is hanging between my breasts, and when I arch again, the links clank into each other, the sound a constant reminder that I’m owned.
The thing is, I’m not owned by a monster. I’m owned by a man who adores me and gives me pleasure every day. A man who removes my diapers, cleans my pussy, and then reminds me what it means to be his by filling my pussy with his wicked tongue and stretching me until I scream out my release.
I’m owned by a Daddy who bought me clothes so I wouldn’t be cold and has decided not to share my naked body because he’s so possessive of me. My Daddy keeps me chained everywhere we go so that no one else can take me. He locks me in my kennel so nothing can hurt me even in the night.
My owner rocks me and feeds me most of my bottles himself because he likes to hold my gaze while I suck. He bought me toys so I wouldn’t be bored. He has promised to acquire books to stimulate my mind.
My Daddy is playing with my nipples right now because he likes the way my pussy soaks my diaper and the scent that wafts from my body when I’m aroused.
“That’s my good girl.” He inhales deeply as I writhe on his lap.
I breathe him in, too, my body growing more and more needy as he strokes my titties until I’m whimpering and purring for him.
“Such a good Little pet. I love it when you purr for me. Do it again, Luna.”
It’s hard to argue that I’m not a pet when I sound like a cat, but I don’t care. I am Julan’s pet. There’s no denying he owns me. Not only did he buy me, but he has trained me to crave everything he wants to do to me. My body is his. My heart is his. My soul is his.
A long, deep purr fills the room, and Daddy quickly unfastens my leash before rising to carry me to the bedroom.
THIRTEEN
We don’t go to Daddy’s office the next morning. I don’t dare ask why. It’s not my place. But I find out when there’s a knock at the door, and then Daddy lets Yamal into the apartment.
I try not to audibly sigh. This is the fourth time he’s visited since I arrived eight days ago. I’m the most examined being in the universe. Daddy doesn’t just worry about my safety. He also frets about my health.
After Yamal sets up his dreaded exam table, Daddy lifts me off the floor and sets me on my bottom.
“Her clothing came,” Yamal comments.
“Yes. Yesterday. It’s keeping her warmer. She doesn’t shiver as much. I can turn the temperature in the apartment back to a comfortable level.”
Yamal nods. “I bet that’s nice. You were sweating the last time I came,” he jokes as he guides me onto my back and moves the leash out of the way over my shoulder.
I’m wearing lavender pajamas today, and Yamal pulls the zipper all the way from under my chin to down one leg. He gently guides my arms out of the sleeves while Daddy removes my feet from the footed legs.