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)
Daddy rubs my back. “Would you rather go back inside, Zoey?” he asks gently, even though he knows that’s not what I want.
“No, Daddy.” I glance at the table. “Are you going to put another diaper on me?”
He smiles. “You don’t need one while we’re out here, Little pet. I’ll let you have some time without one. If you’re worried about peeing yourself, no one will know. If you have an accident in the grass, it won’t matter.”
I gasp. I’ve never had an accident since I was potty-trained. He’s goading me.
Daddy stands and sweeps me off my feet. Cradling me, he carries me toward the center of the grassy area before squatting down and setting me on my bottom.
The next thing he does nearly causes me to jump to my feet and run off the side of the building. But it happens so fast, and I’m too shocked to react quickly enough. He picks up a chain and attaches it to my collar.
Smiling triumphantly, he runs a hand over the top of my head and down my braid. “This will keep you safe, Little pet. The other end of the leash is attached to a sturdy eye hook. The chain is long enough to give you free rein of the grass, including the sandbox. You won’t be able to reach the edge of the roof or the pool.”
I remain on my bottom, staring at him. I’m naked, and now I’m chained like a dog in the yard. But I have another problem. My heart is racing because part of me feels incredibly loved and safe. My Daddy is looking at me as though I’m the most cherished possession he’s ever had. He adores me.
The man is misguided. He doesn’t understand humans. He thought he was getting a pet. He obviously treats his pets well.
But I’m not a pet…
I’m a human being. A person.
“Daddy…” I barely keep the whine out of my voice. I don’t want to anger him. I don’t even know what to say.
“Shhh….” He pets my head, then strokes my cheek and lets his fingers trail down until he grazes over my nipple.
I moan and arch my chest toward him.
“That’s my good girl. My good Little pet.” His voice soothes me. My body calms as he touches me. He gently cups my breast and weighs it, with his gaze locked on mine. His thumb returns to my nipple, stroking it so lightly it’s almost imperceptible. “Shhh…” he repeats softly as if I’m making any sounds.
All the noise is in my head. Screaming. There’s a war inside me. A battle of wills. One part tells me this is madness. Make it stop. The other part is countering that my Daddy adores me and has my best interests at heart.
“Deep breaths, Little pet.”
I find myself inhaling with him and then blowing out the breath. All the while, I’m sitting tall, spine straight, thrusting my chest toward him, enjoying the way he fondles my breast. It feels so good. He makes me feel things I never expected in my life. Things I didn’t even know were possible. And I don’t want it to end. Not even if it means obeying him and being the good Little pet he wants me to be.
All the while, I’m focused on the new addition. A heavy chain hangs between my breasts, making me more aware of my collar.
Wetness gathers between my legs, and I slowly stretch my feet out in front of me and squeeze my thighs together.
“Does the grass feel good, Little pet?”
I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.” Grass is not at all what I expected. It’s softer than I thought from seeing pictures. It bends easily. The little points are not sharp.
“I bet you’ll enjoy the sand. I’ll let you explore for a while, then I’ll take you into the pool. How does that sound?”
I whimper because he switches to fondling my other breast. I’m definitely a slave to my body and his powerful scent.
Daddy moves his hand to lift my chin. He bends forward and lightly kisses me on the lips. It’s just a peck, but it’s powerful. I’m so stunned I can’t move. I want more. I want more kisses.
He shifts both palms to my breasts, leans down farther, and kisses first one and then the other nipple before releasing me and standing. “You’re safe, Little pet. Explore.”
When he turns and walks toward the table, I watch him. I’m trembling with need. He gave me an orgasm a few minutes ago, but I want another one. I want more. I want him inside me. I want to see his cock. Feel it.
He’s not going to give me that. He hasn’t even started stretching my pussy. I should not be having thoughts of intercourse because it will hurt. But I don’t care. I don’t know what a drug craving feels like, but I bet it’s this.