I blush, smiling behind my pacifier.
“Your scent drives me crazy. I want to lick your cunt all the time. I love the power I have to make you scream with pleasure. It’s so satisfying.”
My pussy creams at his words. Granted, I’m always living with a low-level arousal, but sometimes it’s more intense than others. Right now, his words are making me very horny.
He chuckles. “You like it when I eat your pussy, too, don’t you, Little pet?”
I nod my agreement, but he doesn’t need me to. He knows.
“I suspect your pussy is ready to accept my cock at any time. I’ve been stretching you more every day. One day soon, I’ll fully claim your body, and it will change everything between us. I can feel it in my soul. It will bond us deeper than we already feel. It’s hard to imagine what that could possibly look like. A deeper connection than we have now? I’ll admit it almost frightens me.”
I stop sucking and simply stare at him. I didn’t think anything scared him. My Daddy’s always so firm and in control. He’s never shown me this side of him.
He cups my face gently with one hand, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “You’re so pretty. Every inch of your precious body. I think you were made for me. Our bond is so powerful that I don’t want to share you. I don’t ever want to leave this apartment.”
I swallow at his intensity. I can’t believe he’s admitting all of this to me.
“We’ll have to, of course. I have responsibilities. Soon, we’ll need to go to my office. I’m glad it’s in this building and that I can take you with me, but I’m still not looking forward to it. The thought of taking you out of these rooms gives me anxiety.”
Stunned is too mild a word to describe how I’m feeling.
“I say all of this because I need you to understand why I hate the idea of exposing you to other people. I can’t avoid the doctor, but other than Yamal, I’d rather not introduce you to another living soul. I don’t want them to see what we have. I don’t want anyone to take one look at us and decide they want what belongs to me. I’m worried that people will recognize our connection and pay too close attention to you.”
He thinks someone might try to kidnap me, and that thought is disturbing. His level of concern on that topic makes me tremble.
“To get back to your question, I’m not inclined to share you with anyone, including your friends. I won’t say I will neverchange my mind. I might. But for now, you will accept my answer. No. No meeting up with other pets. No interactions at all. I won’t even inquire about them on your behalf because if I were to provide you with a few details, one question would lead to two and then a hundred.”
I try not to let his response upset me. He didn’t say never. But it’s hard to remain impassive while he turns down my request.
“You will focus on being a good Little pet. I want your energy to go toward pleasing me. I don’t want your thoughts straying to your human friends. Your focus should be on me.”
He’s being very self-centered, but I can’t deny that I understand. After all, I also wanthisfocus onme. It’s like I’m now wired to crave his constant affection. Every hour of the day.
I try to picture what it would be like if we had a guest over and he diverted his attention to the other person. Already, I feel stressed when he’s on the phone or focused for a while on his computer. I find myself jealous of whoever has his attention. Apparently, he feels similarly.
“There may come a day when I lighten up on my demands, but for now, they are firm. When we go to my office, I will put you in a kennel next to my desk. I’ve received word that Julan goes to extreme measures to ensure his Little pet’s safety, and I will put some of those into play for you. We will use leashes that are not easily removable and attach you to me. You’ll spend most of your time locked inside your kennel. I won’t take risks with your safety, Little pet.”
The blood drains from my face. A kennel? Like a cage? Granted, the bed he makes me sleep in is pretty much a cage. It’s like a crib, but with slats on the top and sides. In a way, it’s also a cage. I try not to think about it. He only puts me in there to sleep. When he does, he always locks me inside.
I tend to block that out of my mind because it’s too much to process. Instead, I think of it as my bed, a place where I’m secure, where no one can get to me. It’s my safe place.
But itisa cage. Just because he’s lined it with a mattress and blankets doesn’t make it less of a prison cell.
“Don’t worry, Little pet. I’ll fill your kennel with all kinds of entertaining toys and plenty to read.” He strokes my cheek, but I’m close to hyperventilating.
Luna stays in a cage at her owner’s office? This is what’s expected of me, too?
“It’s for your safety and my peace of mind, Little pet,” he continues as if further explanation will calm me down. It won’t.
How will I survive this new twist?
ELEVEN
Anxiety consumes me on the first morning Daddy intends to take me to work with him. I’m quiet. So unnerved that the chain strapped across my pussy isn’t making me horny this morning. I’m not titillated by it like I usually am.
Daddy’s brow is furrowed, and he keeps glancing at me while he gets ready.
I’m sitting on the floor in the middle of his bedroom, which is causing me to think of all the aspects of my life that don’t resemble ordinary human existence.