Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Lasim lowers his mouth to my pussy, kissing me reverently before nuzzling the chain against my folds.
I moan louder, so out of my body that I’m floating. I’m going to orgasm again. It’s building quickly. I can’t control it.
Lasim licks my folds over the chain, pressing it against my clit, keeping it exactly where he wants so that the leash becomes a part of the sexual experience.
He looks at me. “Does that feel good, Little pet? Do you like Daddy using your leash to pleasure you?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
He groans as he sucks my pussy and the leash at the same time, keeping the two parts combined. Suddenly, he nudges the chain to the side and thrusts his tongue into my channel.
I cry out at the unexpected intrusion. Is that what he’s really done? Put his tongue inside me? Lifting my head, I blink. Yes.
His tongue is huge. It’s stretching me so full that it almost hurts. When he eases it almost out and then pushes back in, I swear it expands. Is that possible?
I’m moaning constantly now. I thought the two previous orgasms I had were out of this universe, but I was wrong. This is so much better. He’s tonguing me, and it’s absolutely growing thicker and longer as he does so.
Suddenly, his tongue starts to vibrate inside me. It’s so unimaginable that I think I’ve lost my head for a moment, but no. His tongue is definitely vibrating deep inside my pussy.
When he thrusts, I reach another peak, screaming so loud that other Venkorians on this floor and the ones above and below can surely hear me. My cunt seems to grip his tongue in pulsing waves, milking him, anything to keep him from slipping out.
He gives me what I need and then some, masturbating me as one orgasm turns into two and then three, and I lose count. It’s not until I wince and push my hands against his head that he finally lets the swollen muscle reduce and eases it out of me.
Who am I? I don’t even recognize myself.
“Best purchase I’ve ever made,” he mutters against my pussy as he nibbles around my sensitive folds.
I can’t even respond. My brain is too foggy. All I can do is lie here with my legs spread open. I think there’s even a smile on my face.
I’m half-conscious as he gently cleans my private parts and puts a cream on my pussy. After sliding a diaper under me, he guides my leash between my legs and under my bottom. Rolling me partly to one side, he adjusts the chain so it nestles between my butt cheeks and tugs it up to my collar, where he brushes my hair out of the way and snaps the other end to the back of my neck.
I’m confused as he guides me to my back, fastens my diaper around my hips, and puts my jammies back on. It’s not until he lifts me and brings me to his chest that I realize what he’s done.
I gasp and whine, shaking my head. “No, Daddy.”
He tucks one arm under my bottom and supports my head with the other, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. He kisses my temple. “Yes, Little pet. I want you to become intimately accustomed to wearing your leash. If I need to, I’ll adjust it. I can remove as many links as necessary to ensure that it nestles securely between the folds of your pussy and against your bottom hole.”
I might die of mortification. He can’t be serious.
Lasim pats my bottom. “Can you feel it against your naughty rosebud, Little pet?”
There’s no way I’m going to answer that. He’s so devious.
I try not to move. Every single twitch reminds me of the evil chain. When I tip my head in any direction, even slightly, it pulls against my clit. He can’t leave me like this. I’ll lose my mind.
“Daddy…” I try not to whine. He doesn’t like that tone.
Daddy. That’s what he is. My Daddy. While I call him that, it’s not a term that easily pops into my mind. I’ve been fighting the urge to think of him as anything but a man who purchased me as if I were a household pet.
The problem is, I am a household pet. It’s difficult to accept that reality. I’m twenty-four years old. Even though Daddy looks like he’s a few years older than me, I’ve learned he’s actually ninety-five. That’s mindboggling.
At my age, I’m as educated as possible for someone who has spent most of their life on a space station. At no point did any of us ever consider a scenario like this one.
For years, we’ve known that we would eventually run out of resources. Too many of our systems have failed over time to sustain us for much longer. Our only hope has been that another alien ship would discover us.