I want him to stop, but he doesn’t. There’s no escaping his groping. My arms are restrained, keeping me in place. When I arch my chest, one of the men in white sets a palm between my shoulder blades to prevent me from moving.
Lasim smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet? You like it when Daddy strokes your nipples.”
I shake my head. My confusion grows along with the building need inside me.
“Has anyone ever stroked your stiff little titties before, pet?”
It’s difficult to focus on his words. Did he ask me a question?
Suddenly, he pinches my nipples hard, making me cry out from the shock. “Answer me, Little pet.”
I swallow and mutter, “No, Daddy.”
“You don’t play with them yourself?”
My face heats as I shake my head.
Lasim releases my nipples. He sets one giant hand on top of my head and tips it back, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
I’m panting. My nipples are on fire. I hate that he’s stopped touching them, which makes me even more embarrassed.
“Do you play with your naughty titties, Little pet?” he repeats.
“No, Daddy,” I manage to whisper. Maybe I should have. I didn’t know it would feel so good.
“What about your pussy, Little pet? Do you finger your clit to get relief from the pressure?”
I furrow my brows. What is he talking about?
Lasim drops his other hand into the water and cups my private parts. “Here, Little pet. This is your pussy. Do you enjoy playing with it?”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. Why would I touch myselfthere?
Lasim chuckles. “I’ll take that as a no. Odd. I don’t understand. You’re so responsive. Why wouldn’t you have masturbated?”
I don’t know what that word means. It seems like some of the words he uses translate into a language I’ve never heard. Pussy? Masturbate? Clit?
He drags a finger between my folds, making me cry out. The sensation is so powerful that I plant my feet on the floor of the basin and lift my hips.
“Oh, you’re going to be a pleasure to train,” he says, grinning. “You’ve seriously never fingered your cunt, Little pet?”
I stare at him. My vision is swimming from the stimulation to my private parts. Cunt?
When he removes his hand from between my legs and then from my head, I whine.
Lasim smirks. “Delightful.” He releases the water from the basin and fills his palm with soap again. Without warning, his fingers are between my legs, lathering up my private parts. Every stroke sends me deeper into a state of bliss.
Another whimper escapes my lips when he stops touching me. He’s smiling and obviously pleased as he washes my legs and feet before sliding his hand under me again. His palm flattens on my private parts a second, and then his fingers rub against my rectum.
I cry out, jerking against the restraints as renewed humiliation consumes me.
Lasim doesn’t let up until he’s ready. Then he grabs the nozzle, turns on the water, and brings the spray up to rinse off my body from top to bottom. “Spread your knees, Little pet. I want to make sure to get all the soap off your pussy and bottom.”
I’m shaking again, fighting tears as I follow his orders. I don’t want soap on my private parts, either. I assume that’s what he’s referring to when he says pussy.
“That’s a good Little pet. See how easy it is to obey Daddy?”
Part of me wants to defy him, but I’m in no position to argue or clamp my legs together. I don’t even know what I am feeling. Confused. Stimulated in odd ways. Pulsing with unrequited need that makes no sense to me.