“You are a baby compared to me. I am eighty-seven years old, but I am assuming our years are completely different than ours, which will make me older by a lot more,” he explains.
I open and close my mouth several times, not knowing what to say.
“I demand you let me go!” I point a finger at him.
His eyes narrow on me, and I know I shouldn’t have said that, but I can’t help myself. My life has been uprooted in the last couple of hours, and I can’t wrap my brain around everything. I’m not going to because this isn’t going to be my new reality. I will find my way back to the spaceship and warn all the girls.
His finger grips my chin, bringing my face closer to his as he stops walking. “I paid money for you. I am not letting you go. Not now, and not ever. I will remind you as often as Ineed to until you know that you are mine and you aren’t going anywhere.”
I push my bottom lip out as I look him in the eyes.“I’m not property,” I whisper.
“You are my property. You always be.” His voice is low as his head dips closer to mine. “Now, you are going to be a good girl and let me clean you up.”
“Wait!”
“And if you are a good girl, then I will give you pleasure.” He pulls me away from his body.
I cling to him, not wanting to be put down. I don’t want to get cleaned up by him.
“I can clean myself!” I yell.
“Daddy is going to clean you up. You are mine, and I am going to take care of you from now on.” He gently pulls my arm off from around his neck.
“No,” I wail, trying to grab onto his neck again.
Tears form in my eyes as he lays me on a cold table. I don’t want to be away from him, and I don’t want him to change me or clean me up.
“Be a good girl,” Daddy says as he pulls my dress over my head.
My arms wrap around my chest, trying to cover my boobs from his gaze. He takes a step back, looking up and down my body, and I can’t help but clench my thighs together, loving the way he is looking at me with his heated gaze.
“Pl-please,” I whimper, not knowing if I’m begging for something I shouldn’t have or for him to let me clean up myself.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
Drawing my legs up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them, squishing my boobs and trying to cover more of myself.
“I can clean up myself. Just give me the stuff and I’ll be quick,” I offer.
His gaze hardens and he takes a step toward me, unfolding my arms from around my legs before pulling my legs away from my chest.
“Nooooo.” I try to pull my arms out of his grip, but they don’t budge at all.
“Stay still, Little companion.” He pushes my chest, so I lie on the table.
Shivers run through me as the coldness seeps into my skin. Goosebumps litter my body.
“I’ll be quick about cleaning you,” he says as he pulls a strap across my chest, just below my breasts.
“Wait!” I wail, managing to yank my right arm out of his hands.
But Daddy is quicker and grabs my arm again before I can do anything, placing my wrist in a soft cuff.
“This will keep you still while I clean you,” he explains cuffing my left wrist. “I’m not going to do your legs. But if I need to, I will. Do. Not. Kick. Me. Understood?”
I keep my mouth shut and look at him. I could kick him in the face, but I wouldn’t have my hands to get out of these restraints. It wouldn’t help me a bit.
“Good girl,” he purrs as he slides my wet panties off.
