Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I stick out my tongue, greedy to taste him. When I lick up his shaft, he moans. His body goes rigid. I keep going, emboldened by his reaction, letting my tongue flick off the tip of his cock. I gather the white semen and draw it into my mouth. It’s salty, but it tastes like my owner smells. It’s unique to him.
I want more. I part my lips and wrap them around the tip. His shaft is so broad that I have trouble opening my mouth wide enough. As soon as I can, I suck.
Daddy groans so loud it startles me. He likes this. A lot.
“Luna…”
I love it so much when he says my name. My pussy weeps from all these sensations. My nipples are hard, tight points begging for attention.
Daddy doesn’t touch me, though. I think he’s afraid he will lose control and hurt me. I doubt he would actually injure me if he thrust into me, but I won’t push my luck. Not tonight. I’ll enjoy what he’s offering and behave myself.
I suck harder, pulling him in deeper, inhaling his scent over and over. I get the feeling that I’ll be even more drawn to him after this experience. I already want to climb him and cling to him. I have from the moment I was injected with his essence. But the feeling is growing.
Daddy’s hand presses against the back of my head, holding me down, forcing his cock deeper. A twinge of panic sets in, but I chase it away. I want to please him.
“I’m going to ejaculate into your mouth, Little pet. You will swallow every drop.”
I nod slightly. I want that so much. I want to swallow him like he has swallowed me several times.
He pumps his hips repeatedly, his moans growing louder. His fingers are tight on the back of my neck, pressing against the collar, reminding me that I am owned.
Suddenly, he stiffens and cries out, a primal sound that reaches my soul. And then his semen squirts out of his cockhead. It fills my mouth over and over. There’s so much of it that it’s difficult to swallow fast enough. But I do because I live to please my master. My owner. My Daddy.
When he’s spent, he sits back, releasing my neck. He’s breathing heavily. His eyes are narrowed and predatory when I look into them. I think he’s holding on to his control by a shred.
“Down, Little pet,” he orders, holding out his palm in the motion he taught me.
I scoot back quickly and lower my face onto my folded arms. I don’t think Daddy is mad. I think he’s fighting the urge to take me. I can smell his pheromones. He can smell mine, too. I’m filled with need. I’m certain his need mirrors mine.
I stay in this position for long minutes, letting him get control. Eventually, he leans forward. A rustling sound must be him tucking his cock into his pants. His hand comes to my back, and he trails his fingers up and down my spine. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
I don’t know if he’s referring to the way I sucked him or my obedience. Maybe both. It doesn’t matter.
My body is primed for him again, even after so many orgasms. I want more.
“Your scent is intoxicating, Little pet,” he says, his voice soft.
“Yours is, too, Daddy,” I respond, not daring to lift my head. “I don’t think I had a favorite food before, but now I do. It’s you.” My cheeks heat at my admission.
“Your pussy is definitely my favorite food, too. It’s certainly not potatoes.”
I shake my head. “Neither is your, uh…”
“Cock, Little pet. Say it.”
I blush deeply. “Cock,” I whisper.
He chuckles as he rises. “It’s late. Let’s get you bathed and kenneled. Heel.” Daddy picks up my leash and leads me through the house. When we enter his bathroom, he turns on a faucet. The tub is so large and so high off the floor that I cannot see into it from my hands and knees. I remain in my heel position, waiting for his next command.
Daddy bends down, removes the leash, and sets it aside. Next, he lifts me up high and lowers me into the tub. “You may sit normally on your bottom, Little pet.”
I’m grateful. My knees are tired. I reach up and finger the collar. “Can it get wet?”
Daddy grabs my chin, leaning in to meet my gaze. His expression is fierce. “The collar is permanent, Luna. Do not mention it again.”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.” I hate that I’ve angered him. Why couldn’t I hold my tongue?
He unravels my braid, uses a pitcher to pour water over my head, and reaches for some kind of liquid soap. While he massages it into my scalp, he speaks. “It’s for your safety that the collar is not removable. If anything ever happens to separate us, I will be able to find you by using the tracking device. In addition, it stores your medical data. You will never ever be able to take it off.”