I grip onto Daddy’s shirt even tighter and pull my body closer to him. I can’t believe I asked that.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Daddy whispers. “Everything is going to be okay.”
For him, it is, but I am going to die from embarrassment. You don’t come back from something like this.
“Why did you ask that?” Daddy finally asks after several minutes.
I keep my mouth shut and my face in his chest, not wanting to talk about it. Especially not with Chale sitting across from us. Does Daddy want to humiliate me even more than I already have?
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” Daddy gently says. “Right, Chale?”
“Right,” he agrees. “I’m pretty sure we had those same thoughts all those years ago when we were learning about our bodies.”
Did they really, or are they just trying to make me feel better about the whole thing?
“Look at Daddy.” He pats my back. “Come on. Be a good girl and look at Daddy.”
But I don’t pull away. Does he really expect me to? We never talked about this on the space station. It was taboo to really speak about touching ourselves and anything to do with having sex. We did learn about it, but it was nothing more than that.
“Adryn.” His voice is firm. “I will give you three seconds to turn around yourself, or I will turn you around.”
I suck in a breath and stay still.
“One.”
I start to move my body on my own accord, knowing full well that Daddy will turn me around if he reaches three. He punished me earlier when he counted to three.
“Good girl,” Daddy purrs.
I don’t look anywhere but the floor in the apartment, not wanting to look at Chale and see his expression. Chale just chuckles, and I grip onto Daddy’s leg.
“Can you look at us?” Daddy asks.
I shake my head and keep it down. There is no way I am going to look at them. If we are going to have this conversation, I am not looking up.
“Let her stay this way. It will be easier, no doubt, for her to talk about everything if she doesn’t look at us,” Chale suggests.
“Next time, you will look at us,” Daddy gently squeezes my arm. “Now, can you tell me why you asked that?”
“I was thinking about your tongue inside of me and if you wanted more than that!” I let it all out.
“I know, I could smell your arousal,” Daddy replies.
SIXTEEN
My mouth hangs open as I stare at Daddy in shock. He knew, and yet he still made me say it out loud.
“Chale can’t smell your arousal.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I wanted to hear you say the words out loud.”
I blink several times as I stare at him. “Wh-what?”
I’m trying to wrap my brain around why he would want to hear me say something like that. Why would he want Chale to hear something like that as well?
“I wanted to hear you say the words. I knew what you were thinking, but you needed to say them to make you more comfortable with everything,” Daddy explains. “I want you to be more comfortable around other people. We don’t have this aversion to talking about it like you do. We are comfortable with it.”
“Too comfortable,” I mumble.
Chale laughs loudly, and I quickly peek at him before looking back at Daddy.
