“Tip your head back, Little pet.”
I do as I’m told. If this were a desk on the space station, I would be very cramped in this small, boxed area. But Venkorians are much larger, and their furniture is proportionately bigger, too. I’m so small that I can easily kneel without hitting my head on the desktop.
My pulse picks up as Daddy snaps one of the leashes to the hoop under my chin. Even though I can’t see the rings, I’ve touched them, and I’m well aware that they’re large enough to accommodate more than one clasp.
Daddy attaches both new chains, adding them to the one that runs between my breasts. The moment he releases each clasp, I whimper. He has definitely conditioned me to associate that tiny pop with arousal.
My breath hitches as he takes the two lengths in his palms and pulls me closer to him, forcing me to inch forward on my knees. I’m lodged between his thighs, my face level with the zipper of his pants and what lies beneath.
“It’s time for you to get familiar with my cock, Little pet.”
I’m breathing heavily now. Am I ready for this? Do I have a choice? Doubtful. I never have options. Questioning him is off-limits, too. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I’m curious to see his shaft finally, but I’m also nervous about how large it will be and what his intentions are at this moment.
Daddy extends one chain around his right hip and clasps the other end to the side of his desk chair. He repeats the process on the other side, forcing my face an inch from his cock.
Nerves leave me trembling as he opens the front of his pants and lifts the elastic of his underwear to pull it below his scrotum.
I swallow hard as his erection touches my face. It’s so huge. My first thought is that, no matter how fully he’s able to let his tongue swell to fill my pussy, it will never be enough to prepare me to take this massive shaft inside me.
The length is stiff and bobs angrily against my mouth and nose. It’s also smooth, and I instinctively rub my cheek along the girth of it, inhaling to draw his scent into me.
My body hums with renewed need as I grip his knees to brace myself. Moaning, I nuzzle along the length, taking deeper breaths. Intoxicating. My pussy swells and pulses. My hard nipples rub against the front of my jammies. I’m more aware of the chain between my legs than ever before.
My hair is pulled back in a thick ponytail at the back of my head, and Daddy threads his fingers in it before tugging so my head tips back. He stares down at me, brows furrowed, searching my face.
Slowly, he smiles. “You like my cock, don’t you, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admit.
He surprises me when he reaches for the zipper on the front of my jammies and lowers the fabric to my waist. Next, he removes my arms from the sleeves so that the material falls to hang loose around me.
When he opens the desk drawer again, I shudder. Now what?
He takes one of my wrists and wraps a soft cuff around it before attaching my wrist to the side of his chair next to his hip. He does the same on the other side.
I’m panting as I recognize my plight. I’m now pinned firmly between his open thighs. I can’t back up because my collar is attached to his chair, forcing my head to remain close to his cock. I can’t use my hands now that they are also restrained. And finally, my heavy breasts are hanging free.
Daddy slides his hands down to cup my globes, jiggling them in his palms before thumbing the nipples. “Perfect. I’m going to do my work. Your job is to familiarize yourself with my cock. You may lick it, nuzzle it, or even suckle the tip. Whatever you’d like. Be gentle, though. If you’re too aggressive, you’ll cause me to orgasm quickly, and my essence will squirt out all over your face or down your throat.”
My voice is throaty when I respond, “Yes, Daddy.”
The truth is, I’m elated that he’s going to let me explore him. So far, it’s doing nothing to calm my nerves with regard to what it will feel like for him to enter my pussy, but maybe my fear will ease with time.
Either way, I’m drunk on his scent, so all I care about is tasting him. I stick out my tongue and lick up his shaft, giddy about the fact that his breath hitches.
Daddy grips the back of my head. “On second thought, I’m sure I won’t be able to avoid coming, naughty Little pet. Just know that wherever my come lands, you will be licking every drip of it up.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He releases my head and moves his hand out from under the desk to set his elbows on the surface. When he scoots his chair forward, I have to inch backward.
The first thing I do is rise higher on my knees so I can reach the tip of his erection. It’s glistening with a wet substance. I assume it’s his essence, and I need to taste it more than I need my next breath.
When I flick my tongue over the milky liquid, he growls. But he doesn’t stop me.
It tastes salty, but it also tastes like Daddy. I wonder how much of it will come out when he orgasms because I’m determined to find out. I don’t even care that he will make me clean up the mess with my mouth. I’m looking forward to it. He pleases me with his mouth all the time. He licks up my juices, moaning around them as if I’m a delicacy. I want to do the same for him.
Dragging my tongue up his entire length, I enjoy the way his shaft pulses and bobs involuntarily against my lips. I circle the mushroom-shaped head a few times before opening my mouth wider and drawing him in.