“Please, move,” I beg him.
Daddy slowly pulls out of me before ramming back in. Moaning, pleasure courses through my body as he continues in a rhythmic motion. It feels like sparks and fireworks are going off in my body as he continues to thrust into me.
Daddy’s hand slowly moves from my hip and finds my little bundle of nerves. While moving his thumb in a slow circular motion, he thrusts back into me with such force.
“Ooooh,” I moan as I arch my back. “Please.”
The pleasure inside of me continues to build and build, and I know this feeling. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Daddy, please,” I beg. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, come for Daddy,” he commands as he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge.
Screaming, I let go as I come, riding my release as Daddy continues to pump inside of me. Clenching around Daddy, it doesn’t take long for him to follow, filling me up with his seed.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy breathlessly says as he slows. “Take my cum like a good girl.”
I mewl and relax into the bed as Daddy keeps himself inside of me.
“We’re going to stay like this for a while,” he gently says, picking me up and placing me on his chest as he lies down on the bed.
Daddy massages my head as he applies the shampoo, making sure every inch is clean. My eyes are closed, and I’m completely relaxed as I sit in the chair, letting Daddy take care of me. I never thought I would want this, but with each passing day, I’ve realized that this is exactly what I want, and I can’t wait for him to take even more care of me.
“Does that feel good?” Daddy asks as I moan.
“Yes,” I mumble.
If it weren’t for the back of the chair, I would have fallen off a long time ago.
“Can you do this every day?” I ask.
“We don’t wash our hair every day, but I can give you a massage every day,” Daddy suggests.
“Whatever gets your hand on my body and head like this, I will take.” I chuckle.
“Then it’s planned. I get to have my hands on you, and you get to feel good. As you call it, it’s a win-win situation for both of us,” Daddy says.
How did I survive on the space station, taking care of myself for so long when I could have been here with Daddy? Why did I fight so hard in the beginning when he first brought me here?
Because I didn’t know any better and was afraid of him. There were so many unknowns, and it was hard for me to let go and live in the moment with him. I wouldn’t go back and change anything because it helped us both grow into who we areright now, even if it’s only been two weeks since I left the space station.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, feeling guilty about putting Daddy through so much. “I’m sorry about you turning off my translator.”
That is one thing I really hate that I did in the past. I shouldn’t have, and yet I was stubborn and in my feels.
Daddy pulls his hands away from my head, and I whine at the loss of contact. Daddy has been giving me medicine to help when he isn’t around me, but it doesn’t fully fix the problem. I still want to be close to him.
Daddy cups my face. “Can you open your eyes and look at me?”
I hesitate for a second, but ultimately, I open my eyes and meet Daddy’s eyes. He gives me a small smile as he gently rubs his thumb across my cheek.
“There are a lot of things that both of us wish we could go back in time and change, but they are in the past, and we can’t change them now. We can only learn from our mistakes and try not to make them again,” he gently says. “I don’t want you to feel bad for what you did. Not anymore. While both of us regret it, it was needed for our relationship to go the next step.”
I open my mouth, but Daddy shakes his head.
“It taught me that there are some things you don’t like, can’t deal with, or else it will affect your mental health. In the beginning, I thought it was my way or no way, but you showed me that it’s a partnership. We are doing this together, and we need to communicate. Though I do have the ultimate say in whatever we are talking about, you have taught me that I need to think about your feelings as well,” he explains. “So while it was hard for both of us to go through that time when we couldn’t communicate, it was much needed so we both could learn things about each other.”
Tears pool in my eyes, and I quickly blink them away. I don’t like crying, and yet Daddy has brought this other side out in me that is always so emotional.
