Suddenly, he sets the chain in front of me on his stomach, supports my back, and reaches around me for something.
I twist to find him pulling a giant footstool up close to the armchair. He sets his feet on the edge, bending his knees. Finally, he leans me back so that I’m slightly reclined against his enormous thighs.
Lasim clasps my small hands in his larger ones and holds them firmly before lifting them above my head.
My breath hitches as I’m stretched out. My nipples rub against the front of the jammies he put on me. He clasps both my wrists together in one of his hands and lowers his other hand to flatten it against my stomach.
I’m mesmerized by the way he’s staring at me. I can’t read his expression. What is he up to? He looks…like he’s about to devour me whole.
I shudder. My body reacts to him in the most peculiar way. I think it’s a combination of his expression and his scent. It’sprobably all part of this weird magnetic pull that was apparently caused by whatever I was injected with.
I’ve never heard of such a thing, so I don’t have any frame of reference. There’s no mention in any books from Earth of humans injecting other humans with pheromones. It’s not a technology they had developed before Earth’s destruction.
Lasim slides his fingers along the bottom of my breasts, causing my body to jolt into a similarly odd sort of frenzy like I felt the other day in the exam room. My heart starts racing, and a tightness builds in my stomach.
Lasim lifts his hand from my torso, brings his middle finger to his mouth, and sucks several inches of it.
My breath hitches, and I’m unable to look away. He holds my gaze hostage. When he lets that finger slowly pop free, he turns his hand around and brings it to my lips.
He strokes my bottom lip until I open for him. Still holding my gaze, he gradually slides his wet middle finger into my mouth. My entire body quivers as his thumb and the rest of his fingers wrap around my cheeks, his palm against my chin, holding my head in place, forcing me to accept his thick digit.
“Suck,” he demands.
Another shudder races down my spine at the tone of his order. I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told, moaning as I flatten my tongue against his finger and suckle in the same way I do my bottles and pacifiers. His finger is deeper, though. It’s almost too deep. Almost choking me.
His grip is firm, making it known that I don’t have a choice. I can’t stop him. He’s holding me down and forcing me to accept this intrusion. Why is my heart racing? Why is my pussy clenching? Why are my nipples tingling?
He’s feeding me his taste. It’s making me want things.
Finally, he pulls his finger out of my mouth and releases my chin. I’m panting as he reaches for the zipper at my neck andlowers it to my diaper. He parts the two sides of my jammies, exposing my breasts.
And then his hand is flat on my chest. I’m so much smaller than him that his fingers can span wide enough to easily reach both my nipples.
I cry out and arch my hips when he flicks my needy buds at the same time.
When his hand disappears again, I lift my head as he reaches between my legs for the chain. He holds up the end of it, an odd-looking clasp. I think he’s going to hook it to my neck, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds the clasp and lets the cold metal drag up my body between my breasts.
The bulk of it is still between my thighs, and my curiosity is piqued. What is his intention here?
Lasim moves the clasp back and forth, causing the links to sway closer and closer to my nipples until the cool metal grazes my stiff buds over and over.
My heart is racing. The need I’ve only felt one other time is growing again, building inside me like a storm. I’ve heard of storms. I’ve seen pictures of them. They happened on Earth, where there was weather. We didn’t experience anything like that on the space station. But my body is in turmoil, spinning out of control. I suspect a storm is like this.
Lasim says nothing while I grow more and more restless. I’m coming out of my skin from the simple act of that chain swaying against my nipples. He holds so much power over me. It’s frustrating and interesting at the same time.
Eventually, he lowers the clasp to my lips. “Suck.”
It’s the only word he’s uttered, twice now.
I don’t dare disobey him. I eagerly open my mouth to let the metal piece inside. Holding his gaze with my eyes wide, I suck for him. It’s titillating. I think that’s the word.
Lasim pops the clasp out of my mouth and brings it to my nipple. The moment he taps my bud with the wet metal, I scream. I’m close to experiencing that delicious nirvana he treated me to on the first day. He’s not even touching my pussy, but I’m going to erupt anyway.
After touching both my nipples several times, he puts the clasp back in my mouth. I’m surprised when he releases my wrists, afraid he’s done tormenting me and plans to leave me like this.
Instead, he grabs my hands with both of his and brings my arms down to my sides. He tucks them between his knees and the arms of the chair, pinning them so I’m just as trapped as I was.
Lasim lowers the zipper of my jammies farther down my thigh, parts the material, and opens my diaper.