“And you can feel icky for a couple of minutes while we talk about this. I know what you are doing, and it’s not going to work,” he states.
I close my eyes. I didn’t think Daddy was going to see through this, and I should have thought about it.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I reply, being honest this time.
“Why?” he asks.
Because I want to tell him to have his way with me and give me all the pleasure. I want him to take me to his bed and put his cock in me.
But I can’t say that.
“I just don’t think I’m ready,” I whisper, but I am ready for him to have his way with me.
I desperately want it.
He searches my face again before nodding. “We will talk about it tomorrow. You have until then.”
My mouth hangs open as I stare at him in shock while he stands and walks over to the changing table.
“You are not going to get out of talking about this. I have a feeling I know what it is, but we are going to talk about it.” Daddy gives me a firm look as he sets me down. “Do you understand?”
Nodding, I lean back, but Daddy keeps me still.
“Words.”
Sighing, I hold back a roll of my eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
There has to be a way for me to get out of this until I’m really comfortable and not just give me a time to get comfortable with it.
“Let’s go change your diaper.” Daddy pats my bottom.
SEVENTEEN
“All done.” Daddy wraps the diaper around me.
Nerves bubble inside of me as I look at him. It’s been a day since he gave me a time limit, and I’m just waiting for him to ask me about it. Or is he waiting until I talk about it first? I chuckle at the thought. There is no way I’m bringing it up first, and he should know that.
“Are you okay, Little companion?” Daddy asks as he places his hand on my stomach.
The straps are still around my waist and wrists, holding me down. What would it be like to have one around my collar, really making sure that I am safe and secure? Would it feel the same with his hand around my neck?
“What are you thinking?” He cocks his head to the side.
Shaking my head, I fill my lungs with air and look away from Daddy. If he and I were to have sex, would he get me pregnant? I shudder at the thought, not wanting to grow a human being or an alien in my body.
I want Daddy all to myself, and if we get pregnant, I would have to share him.
“Little companion,” Daddy gently says as he rubs my stomach. “What’s wrong? Are you worried about talking to me?”
I look over at him and nod.
“Talk to Daddy. I’m here.” He gives me a small smile.
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out before opening my mouth, ready to talk. But no words come out. I can’t seem to get anything out that I want to.
“You’re safe here,” he reminds me.
“Can I get pregnant from you?” I blurt out.
