He chuckles as he shoves back to standing, holding my gaze. “Such a bossy Little pet.”
I grin.
He removes the rest of his clothing before grabbing me under my arms and hauling me to the center of his giant bed.
“What if I get pregnant?” I don’t know why that thought popped into my mind. This is how women get pregnant. They have sex without protection. Am I ready for something like that? I remember Yamal mentioning that I couldn’t get pregnant on the first day I arrived, but I’m not sure what he meant.
“You can’t get pregnant from my seed, Little pet. Our species are not compatible enough. Probably because you’re far too small to carry my young. It would kill you.”
“Oh.” That’s a relief. The thought of having a baby doesn’t appeal to me. It never has. I’ve never told a soul that. At four years old, I was selected as a future incubator for the continuity of the human race. I was meant to have as many babies as possible. If the sperm on board the space station hadn’t been inadvertently destroyed, I would probably be pregnant right now.
There were a few flaws in the original plan, however. One of them was food supplies. The space station simply can’t support every adult on board for much longer, so how would it have sustained twice as many people or even four times as many once we all started giving birth?
The reality is that those who designed the space station had hoped that eventually the inhabitants would have been discovered and rescued or found a way to return to Earth.
Daddy holds my gaze with his intense one. “We’ll have each other for the rest of our lives, Little pet. It will be amazing.”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy, it will.” I believe him. I also believe what we have will grow and evolve over time. To some degree, I will always be his pet, but he already sees me as more of a sentient being than he originally did. I’m capable of more than he gives me credit for, and that includes my feelings.
I’m deeply bonded to this man. I know it in my soul. I would wither and die if someone managed to take me away from him. IfI were sent back to the space station, I would die. I don’t belong there anymore. I’m home, where I’m meant to be.
FIFTEEN
Daddy shifts down my body, spreads my legs with his palms, and sets his mouth on my pussy. It’s unexpected. I thought he was about to enter me with his cock. Instead, he thrusts his tongue into me.
I cry out at the intensity of sensations as every nerve ending in my channel comes awake. He doesn’t waste time teasing me like he often does, making my eyes roll back into my head. His tongue swells and vibrates, driving me toward another release.
When I tip over the edge and scream, Daddy lets his tongue expand even further, easing it in and out a few inches. Driving me to new heights.
I grab his shoulders. “Daddy!” I shout. I’m panting and needy on a level I can’t explain.
He pulls his tongue out and crawls up my body. His mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply, forcing me to taste my own arousal.
I suck his tongue, holding it hostage, treating it the way I want to treat his cock. I’ve used my mouth on him. This time I want him to fill my pussy.
Daddy reaches between us, grabs his erection, and drags the tip through my folds and across my clit.
My body trembles. He’s so close to my entrance, teasing me into submission.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing my cunt to relax. It will be easier to take him if I’m not tense.
Daddy lines his shaft up with my entrance. “You’re mine,” he growls.
I shudder. I’m his. There is no denying that. I don’t even care anymore that I was forced to belong to him because of the injection I was given. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m his now. In every way.
His cock lodges right where it belongs, and he brings both hands to my head, holding me in his grip so I can’t turn away. “Mine,” he shouts, thrusting forward and filling me.
All the air leaves my lungs, and I can’t refill them. I’m stunned and far too focused on the pressure to breathe. It’s too tight.
My bottom lip trembles, and I hold back tears. “Hurts, Daddy…”
“I know, Baby girl. Deep breath for me.”
Baby girl… He has never called me that. The endearment reaches into my soul and twists.
I struggle to draw in oxygen.
“Look at Daddy, Isla. Breathe with me.”