My giant alien man turns off all the lights, leaving the room aglow with nothing but a small nightlight he keeps plugged intothe wall. He climbs onto the bed, settles against a pile of pillows at the headboard, and pats his thigh.
“You can move now, Little pet. Climb onto my lap.”
I roll over and crawl to him, a feeling of overwhelming contentment possessing me. As I snuggle in his arms, he brings the nipple to my lips.
I accept the bottle and start sucking, holding his gaze.
His expression switches to a more serious one, his brows furrowing as he speaks. “I don’t ever want a repeat of what happened today. Do you understand, Little pet?”
I give a slight nod. My chest tightens when I think about my behavior all morning while Daddy worked. So much has changed since then. I’m not even the same person.
“You will obey meat all times. You will not get sassy and pouty. You will eat what I give you, use your diaper, and behave like a good Little pet. The next time you pull a stunt like you did today, I will paralyze your body with a muscle relaxant for so many days that you can’t even remember what it feels like to crawl around.”
I swallow hard around the nipple. I know he’s not kidding. Daddy does not bluff.
“It doesn’t matter that you disagree with me on many topics. You don’t have options. You’remyLittle pet. You’ll abide by my rules, or you will be severely disciplined. There won’t be any orgasms for you if you choose to misbehave.”
I give another nod. It’s interesting how he’s chosen to give this lecture while my mouth is plugged. Granted, my mouth is often plugged.
“If you thought you were restricted before today, you have no idea what’s coming. I will not have your life or well-being threatened. You are my entire world. You will be guarded. You will be secured in ways so that no one can possibly take you fromme. It won’t be worth their while if they have no way to release you from your restraints.”
My mind can’t process how much more confined I could be, but I suspect I will find out tomorrow. I’m not angry about the prospect, just curious. I didn’t like my life being threatened, either. I don’t ever want someone to be able to kidnap me. I’d rather die.
When my bottle is empty, Daddy sets it on the nightstand and shifts us both farther down the mattress.
My heart lurches when he says, “From now on, you will sleep with me.” He grabs two lengths of chain from the nightstand and hooks both to my collar. “Climb between my legs, Little pet.”
I scramble to the cozy spot between his warm thighs. His erection is still bobbing against his torso.
He clips the other ends of the two chains to his wrists. The clap of metal makes my pussy clench as usual, but it’s more now. It’s the sound of safety and possession. An audible sign of his love and devotion.
He pets my head and pulls a blanket over my body that reaches his thighs, cocooning me. “Snuggle up to me, Little pet. Use my thigh as a pillow. I want your breath on my cock while we sleep.”
I settle into the small space, emotions overwhelming me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable or content. As I nuzzle against his shaft, every inhale draws his essence into my body. I never want to move from this position.
“Good girl,” Daddy praises, stroking my head over and over until I fall asleep.
SIXTEEN
The next morning is stressful. I’m not fond of the unknown. I spent twenty years of my life always knowing exactly what I would be doing at any given moment. There were very few surprises.
On the space station, we all had jobs. We moved around like clockwork, keeping the ship in working condition.
I assume Daddy and I will eventually settle into a routine that will not leave me guessing all the time, but today is not that day. Today I’m tense, knowing he’s going to implement new measures to keep me safe.
I’m not mad. I don’t want to be unsafe any more than he does. I don’t like the idea of someone snatching me. I was scared out of my mind last night when that man attempted to take me.
Daddy dresses me warmly in a thicker pair of jammies. He doesn’t forget to hook a chain between my parted folds, making sure there is plenty of ointment to keep it sliding easily against my skin.
If I wiggle around enough, I’m able to get the chain to slide off-center, which gives me some relief for a while. Right up until Daddy notices I’m no longer squirming or making little cooing noises. Then he opens my diaper, readjusts the links so theyrest once again against my clit and between my labia. Maybe he won’t notice so often while he’s working, especially if he covers my cage with that black cloth again.
When it’s time to go, Daddy carries me back to the bedroom, lowers me onto the mattress, and presents something new I haven’t seen before. It looks like a harness of some sort. He lifts me to spread it out under me, and then feeds my arms and legs through the straps.
I watch as he grabs a second set and feeds it through his own arms and legs. He cinches mine around my body, pulling it tight, and then lifts me and hooks the two harnesses together.
“Hooked” is a very loose word for how attached we are to each other. It’s beyond that. Only an atomic bomb would separate us. I have no doubt the straps cannot be cut with a knife, and it would be damn near impossible for anyone to unlock the front. Daddy will have to slide his hand between us to release the connection.
Yanking me out of his arms is not an option.