I turn my head slightly to see him looking directly at me, and that’s when he picks his pace back up, the vibrations growing even more intense and sending me over the edge. He leaves his tongue inside of me for several seconds before pulling out and licking up whatever he can.
“Such a good girl.” His voice is husky.
ELEVEN
ONE WEEK LATER.
“Are you ready to go to the office with me?” Daddy asks.
He has been working on commands with me over the past week while keeping me close to him. He told me he wasn’t going to give me a treat every time I followed one of his commands, which is dumb. If I do them, I should get rewarded for it. Daddy has been feeding me a bottle twice a day while holding me close to him.
I asked him why he was feeding me with a bottle and not making me drink out of the bowl, and he said he wanted me close to him. I can’t complain too much since I love being held by him and taken care of.
Something I thought I would never like.
“Little companion?” he calls out his nickname for me.
“Yes?” I reply.
“Are you ready to go to the office?” he asks once again. “I need to go do some things.”
I look down at my naked form. Daddy didn’t want me to have a blanket with me and wrap up to try and cover myself, but he’s been staying close enough that I don’t get too cold.
“Naked?” I ask.
I would even take a diaper right now if it meant I didn’t have to be completely naked.
“We’re going to get you dressed. I got some clothes delivered today.” He smiled.
I beam up at him and bounce on my bottom as we stare at each other. He got me clothes?
“Come on.” He holds his hand out.
He picks me up easily and holds me close as he walks into the room he changes me in. I don’t think it’s his bedroom, but I wouldn’t know since I’ve still been sleeping in the kennel. That has still been hard on me, especially after I wet myself in there when he left for several hours. But Daddy continues to send me in there during the night.
Daddy is quick to put the diaper on me before he walks into a smaller room and grabs a shirt. He carries me over to the bed and sets me down.
“Arms up,” he commands.
I lift my arms and he helps put my shirt on that reaches to just above my stomach. My mouth hangs open as I look at the shirt. It’s basically a bra but in shirt format.
“Pants?” I ask as I look up at him.
He shakes his head. “No pants. Just your diaper and the shirt.”
I push my bottom lip out. He can’t expect me to wear something like this with other people around, can he? Does he know how cold I’m going to be when we walk outside?
“But I’ll get cold,” I mumble.
“You’ll be either strapped to my chest in a carrier or you will be sitting at my feet where you will lean your head against my leg so you will stay warm,” Daddy informs me.
I open my mouth, but he raises his eyebrow, and I keep my comment to myself. At least he put a diaper on me, so if I haveto absolutely go to the bathroom, I can use it and not ask him in front of people if he hadn’t put one on. But if I do pee, I’m going to have to ask him to change me.
Either way, people are going to know if they are in the office with Daddy.
“We are going outside?” I ask as Daddy picks me up once again.
“No.” He shakes his head. “We are going several floors down. My office is in this building, but last week I had to go to a different building to talk to someone.”
