I didn’t realize how cold I was until I was against his warm body with a blanket wrapped around me. Why is it so cold here?
“Clothes?” I ask.
I don’t particularly want my dress back on. Not since it is soiled, but I want some type of clothes on me before we go outside.
“I don’t have clothes for you right now, and I don’t know if I want to give you clothes,” he murmurs in my ear. “I might keep you completely exposed so I can always look at you. So I can stick my sweet tongue in your pussy, getting a taste of the divine liquid you give me.”
My body freezes against his. No. He can’t actually be serious, but when he starts walking again, I know he is. I bring my hand up to my neck and tug at the collar, wanting to see if it will magically come off.
“No touching the collar.” He swats my hand away from my neck. “You are not allowed to touch the collar. It will not come off, ever.”
“Ever?” I whisper as I grip his shirt.
Everything in me wants to get closer to him, bury myself in his skin, and never leave, but I know it’s not a rational thought. I shouldn’t want to do that. Not when I barely know him and he wants to keep me as a pet when I’m clearly not one.
“It will never come off. You are mine. I paid for you. You aren’t going anywhere,” he declares, his hand pressed against my back.
I push back, trying to get a look at where we are going, but Daddy places his hand on the back of my head and guides it to his neck, where I nestle in.
“It is going to be very bright for you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You are to keep your face in my neck until I tell you to move,” he explains.
I keep my eyes closed, and I can feel the sun against my skin, warming me a little more. I try to move my head slightly to get a little peek, but Daddy has a firm hand on the back of my head.
“No looking,” he growls. “Be a good Little companion and do what Daddy tells you.”
Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and lick his neck in retaliation for him calling me his Little companion again. When is he going to understand that I’m not a pet?
Daddy stops walking. “Did you just lick me?”
I don’t say anything, not wanting to tell him that I don’t regret it. Before I can do anything, Daddy lands several swats on my bottom, making me cry out in shock and from the pain spreading across my cheeks.
“Noooo,” I wail.
“Do not lick me again, Little companion,” he says before he starts walking again.“Unless you want me to lick you back.”
A shiver runs through me as I remember his tongue sliding through my folds, pushing in and out of me as it vibrated and expanded. I want him to do it again. at the same time, I shouldn’t want him to touch me in any way, but I can’t fight this attraction toward him.
He hums. “I think you like that idea.” His voice is husky.
Another shiver runs through me, and everything inside of me wants him to ask to do just that. I want him to lick me back. I want him to stick his tongue back in my pussy and give me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
But I keep my mouth shut.
I hold onto his shirt tighter as I hear people start to talk around us. Are they looking at us? Are they specifically staring at me and my naked form that is only covered by the blanket?
“Shh, you’re okay,” Daddy murmurs in my ear. “Daddy has you. I’m not going anywhere. We are just going on the Telerail, and then you can open your eyes.”
Telerail? “I’ll explain when you can look,” he gently says as he holds me closer.
I push my head back a little and crack my right eye open, hissing as the bright light assaults my eyes. Quickly, I bury my head in his neck, still able to see the light spot behind my eyelids.
“Daddy told you not to look,” he lightly scolds me. “I would punish you for disobeying me, but I think almost burning your eyes is enough punishment for right now.”
He is right. My head is hurting even more than it was before,. Tears form in my eyes, and I cling onto his shirt even more.
“Soon, the pain will go away. Eventually, you will be able to look outside, but right now it is far too bright for you. We will slowly get you accustomed to the brightness of our sun,” Daddy informs me.
“Cold,” I mumble, nestling myself even more into him… If that was possible.
