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)
“This is your only warning, Little pet,” he admonishes. “If I have to reprimand you again, we will go inside.”
“Yes, Sir.” My lips tremble, and I’m fighting back tears. I keep having this conflicting sensation where I want to cry because I hate my status here, while at the same time, I want to please Yozef. It upsets me greatly when I disappoint him.
“Do you think you can support yourself standing between my legs for a few minutes so I can get the lotion on you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases my wrists. “Hold on to my thighs.”
I turn to face him, setting my palms on his enormous legs. I’m trembling from the harsh reprimand, the sting that continues to make my nipples throb, and the fact that I was just punished in a humiliating manner in front of Galar.
Daddy slides a hand down the front of me, trapping his arm between my torso and his crotch. I don’t know what he’s planning until he squeezes the front of my diaper. “You haven’t peed in a while, Little pet. Use your diaper before I put lotion on you.”
My face heats. I glance toward Galar again. Can he hear us? I’m sure he can. I’m so embarrassed. “Daddy…” I hiss.
“Zoey, Galar will be close to you anytime we’re not inside the apartment. There may be times when he even comes inside. You will get over this need for modesty. It has no place on Venkoria. I may give you clothing, but only to keep you warm. You don’t need anything covering your body out here. I will not allow you to hide yourself from my view.”
Tears well up in my eyes. “But…”
“Galar may find you pretty. Many males will, but he will never act on that inappropriately. He is paid to guard you. He is a professional.” Daddy grips the front of my diaper again. “Wet yourself, naughty girl.”
I hate this part. I don’t want to use a diaper. I don’t want Galar or anyone else to think I can’t hold my pee. That I’m somehow not capable of being potty-trained. I’ve been using a toilet for most of my life.
Daddy turns me sideways again. He hoists me and extends me over one thigh in a way that causes his thick, muscular leg to press against my bladder.
I’m dangling over him, my head hanging to the outside and my legs between his. It’s uncomfortable. And now I really need to pee. Daddy is so tall that even my braid, dangling past my head, doesn’t reach the ground.
Daddy rubs my back. “You may not play until you pee in your diaper, Little pet.”
Unable to prevent it any longer, and unwilling to risk being taken back inside, I let my bladder go.
“That’s a good girl. See how good that feels? Your life will be much easier when you stop trying to hold in your urine. I want you to ignore the instinct to grip that muscle. Relax your bladder so your pee-pee leaks out anytime there’s pressure.”
I can’t do that. It would be impossible to pretend I can’t hold my urine. It would also be mortifying.
When he stands me between his legs again, the diaper hangs heavy between my parted thighs. This is the first time he’s ever let me stand, and it’s awkward. There’s a constant reminder of the bulky material. When, and if, he finally lets me start walking on my own, the diapers will force me to remember my place.
I’m ten times more self-conscious standing on this roof with the guard watching me than I was inside Daddy’s apartment. I twist to look around, suddenly worried about who else might be watching me, relieved to find that this building is the tallest in the area. No one can see me. Thank goodness.
Daddy grips the tabs on the sides of my diaper, letting it fall open so he can swipe it away.
My breath hitches, and I set my hands on his thighs. I have to force myself not to react. My instinct is to grab the blanket for cover. It’s one thing for him to expose my breasts to Galar. It’s another thing for him to let the guard see my private parts.
Pursing my lips to keep from arguing, I stand very still while Daddy holds me in place with his knees at my ribs. He reaches for a box of wipes in the basket on the table and pulls a few out before wiping my pussy.
I hold my breath, willing him to be quick, but he does no such thing. He drags the wipes between my folds and over my clit, over and over, far more than necessary to clean my skin.
When I can’t keep from drawing in oxygen any longer, I suck in a breath. But my eyes roll back, and a moan escapes. Yozef does this to me. Forcing me to be aroused right here on the roof with Galar only a few yards away.