“Two.”
I open my legs, giving Yamal a pleasant look at me. My face heats, and I close my eyes. Mortification. That is all I am feeling right now.
“You’re doing amazingly,” Yamal praises me.
“Next time, I won’t count,” Daddy whispers in my ear.
I suck in a breath and look at Daddy. His expression is serious. He is still holding the bottle in his free hand while his other hand is holding mine.
“Why don’t you start feeding her?” Yamal suggests. “It will help her keep everything off her mind.”
I highly doubt that.
“I want you to drink all of this. It is good for you.” Daddy smiles at me. “I’ll hold your head up a little. If you need to take a break, wrinkle your nose and I’ll pull the bottle away from you.”
As I open my mouth to tell him I don’t want it, he quickly pops the nipple in.
SEVEN
“Suckle,” Daddy encourages me. “You’ll love the flavor.”
We stare at each other for several seconds, me not moving.
“Daddy can be patient.” He chuckles. “I’ve lived for a long time. This is just a little moment. Suckle when you are ready, but it better be soon.”
What if I’m never ready?
“I’m going to take her temperature,” Yamal informs Daddy.
Yamal’s cold hands touch my bottom, pushing my cheeks apart. It’s awkward with how I’m lying with my legs bent.
“You’re going to feel something cold and then some pressure. I don’t want you to fight it.” Yamal pats my calf.
Before I can even fully comprehend his words, I feel a cold liquid getting put on my bottom hole before some pressure as he pushes the probe in me.
“No,” I mumble around the nipple of the bottom.
I don’t like feeling full like this.
“Suckle. It will help soothe you,” Daddy gently says. “Suckle.”
I make eye contact with Daddy and start suckling as Yamal pushes it in further. I can’t put what flavor the drink is, but it’s absolutely delicious, and I find myself suckling faster, harder.
“Slow down.” Daddy pulls the nipple slightly out of my mouth. “I don’t want you to choke or make yourself sick.”
I roll my eyes and continue to suckle, slower this time. A pop to my inner thigh catches me off guard.
“You do not roll your eyes at your owner,” Daddy growls.
I stare at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. The probe up my bottom long forgotten.
“Roll your eyes again, and I will turn you over and spank your bottom,” he calmly says.
He really has threatened to spank me several times, but he hasn’t done anything. I know he’s spanked me before, but maybe it was a one-and-done thing, and now he is just threatening it and hoping I will follow his every command.
“Don’t even think about it.” Daddy’s voice is low. “I can see you thinking about it. Make no mistake, Little companion, I will not hesitate to spank you if you warrant it.”
And I believe him, but I also want to push him a little to see if he will actually do as he says. He can only threaten it so many times before I won’t believe that he is going to do it.
