He is going to make me wait until the blanket is done to get warm again?
“How long?” I ask, my voice tentative.
“An hour or two. They have to clean it thoroughly and dry it before they will send it back to us,” he replies.
Tears pool in my eyes. I don’t know if I can stay like this for an hour or two. For sure, I am going to get colder with each passing minute. Is that what he wants?
“Don’t look at me like I’m going to kill you.” His voice is strangled. “I will hold you until your blanket is done. I can’t turn the heat up in here anymore, or else I am going to be walking around naked.”
And there was a problem with that?
“Yes, there is a problem with that. I can’t answer the door if I am naked, and you are not answering the door.” Daddy picks me up and holds me close.
One of his hands is on my back while the other is under my bottom. I place my hands between his chest and mine, trying to get myself as warm as possible. He feels like a furnace against my cold skin, making me push my face into his neck. Warmth. I need warmth.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold?” Daddy asks, rocking us back and forth.
“I didn’t realize,” I mumble into his skin.
It wasn’t until he was done giving me commands and we were just looking at each other that I realized how cold I was. The adrenaline running through me the whole time kept me from thinking about it.
“I may have to buy you some clothes,” he mumbles to himself. “I can’t have it this hot in here all the time.”
Part of me feels bad because Daddy hasn’t been wearing a shirt, and he took a warm shower with me earlier. I’ve seen himdrink cold water and fan himself a couple of times. But at the same time, I am so cold, and I can’t stay like this forever.
There is no winning here unless he buys me clothes or always has a blanket around me.
“Clothes?” I look at him, my eyebrows raised.
He gives me a sharp look. “Don’t get used to it. If you get clothes, you will not be wearing them a lot.”
I push my bottom lip out before pressing my face back against his neck. I was hoping he would just give up and let me wear clothes at all times, but he is stubborn.
“Maybe over time your body will get accustomed to our atmosphere and you won’t always be cold.” Daddy rubs his hand up and down my back. “But until then, I will allow you to wear clothes every once in a while.”
“And the bathroom?” I mumble.
“No. You will wear diapers. Which reminds me, let’s go put a diaper on you right now.” He starts walking. “Maybe then you’ll stop rubbing your bottom against my arm.”
My face heats when I realize I’ve been doing that. But I can’t seem to help myself when I’m around him and he’s touching me. Especially when I’m not wearing any clothes and my skin is against his.
Daddy places me on the table and secures me in with the straps before gently running his hand up and down my inner thigh.
“Daddy,” I whimper, needing to feel him against me.
“You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy.” He locks eyes with me. “Are you Daddy’s good girl?”
“Yes,” I practically yell, wanting him to know I need him desperately.
He chuckles. he pushes my legs apart and, without hesitating, thrusts his tongue inside of me. My back arches as he continues drives his tongue in and out.
Mewling, I see stars as his tongue starts vibrating, enlarging with each passing second.
“Please, Daddy!” I moan, needing to feel the release.
He just picks up his pace,allowing the pleasure to course through me.
“Daddy,” I whimper as he slows a little.
