I dip my head down to the bowl and slowly start to lap it up while Daddy continues to run his fingers in and out of my folds. I suck in a breath as he inserts one of his fingers into my hole.
“Pl-please,” I murmur against the milk.
Ineedmore.
“Be a good girl and drink your milk. Maybe after I’ll let you come,” Daddy replies.
I stare at the milk, more like glaring since I want to glare at Daddy, but I know if I do, it’s not going to end well for me. I dip my head as Daddy keeps his finger inside of me, and I finish off the rest of the liquid in the bowl.
I’m going to need to talk to Daddy about how I’m drinking and eating. There is no way I am going to act like a dog. This is humiliating to be compared to a dog and treated like one.
“Such a good girl drinking everything,” Daddy praises me as I finish off the last bit. “Stay still while Daddy plays.”
I dig my hands into the ground as he slides his finger in and out, sending electricity throughout my body. Moaning, I push my bottom back, allowing his finger to sink further into me.
“Naughty girl.” Daddy chuckles but doesn’t do anything.
He slowly inserts a second finger, stretching me with each inch he pushes in.
“Oooohhh,” I moan and close my eyes, trying my hardest not to push into his hand.
It’s taking everything in me not to move when he slowly starts moving his fingers in and out of me. Does he know how torturous this is? I want him to go faster, make my body ignite for him and only him.
Without warning, he picks up the pace while his other hand on my lower back keeps me still. I bite my lip, letting out moans as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out.
“Come for Daddy,” he commands.
I don’t know what Daddy did with his fingers, but it sent me over the edge, screaming out as I came all over his fingers. My body drops to the ground, my face lying next to the empty bowl as I let the euphoria flow through me.
“Such a good girl.” Daddy picks me up and holds me close to his chest.
He runs his hands up and down my back for several seconds, allowing me to come back to him before placing me on the ground. My stomach is full, and my body is buzzing from the orgasm he gave me. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
“What happened to your females?” I softly ask as I sit on my bottom and look up at him.
I never heard Yamal mention their females and how we compare to them. Did they never have females to begin with?
“We have females. They live on their own in houses,” Daddy explains as he sits in front of me.
He towers over me just sitting, and I have to crane my neck up to look at him.
“But you aren’t with them?” I ask and look around the room.
I don’t know much about houses and what they are supposed to look like, but I would expect there would be pictures on the walls and maybe more color. But Daddy doesn’t seem to have that in this room.
“Us males aren’t with them. They can procreate by themselves, so they don’t need us. Years and years ago, we would go have emotionless sex to get off, but a lot of us haven’t done that in a while and take care of it ourselves.” Daddy grabs my hand and gives it a little squeeze. “You don’t need to worry about any female walking in here. No one will. You are mine and no one else’s.”
I wasn’t worried about a female coming in, but now I kind of am. What if a female does have some type of emotions for Daddy and doesn’t like that I’m here. Will she hurt me? I should be thankful if she helps me get out of here, but I suspect if anyone has feelings for Daddy, they won’t allow me to leave but hurt me instead.
Daddy cups my face. “Take a deep breath for Daddy. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won’t allow it.”
I wiggle around on the ground as I start to feel my bladder fill. Where am I going to go to the bathroom this time?
“Bathroom?” I ask, batting my eyelashes several times in hopes that he will allow me to use it and not a diaper.
He cocks his head to the side and looks at me. Dread fills my stomach as we gaze at each other. I know his answer already.
“Let’s put a diaper on you,” he replies and stands up, grabbing the leash.
