“No,” he says adamantly, shaking his head. “I mean, that might have caused the initial attraction, but it’s more than that. The shot made you scent me and feel drawn to me. It worked both ways. It drew me to you also. It’s primal. It may be responsible for the fact that we want to mate over and over, but it’s not forcing me to be in love with you. That’s all you.”
I smile. I like his explanation. It’s more pleasant than thinking it could have been like this with any man if they’d injected me with another’s essence. I like to think there’s a reason Julan was the one who bought me. I like to think we fell in love separately and not just from the physical connection.
EIGHTEEN
“I want my come to stay inside you,” he growls.
“I like it there, too.”
“I’m glad I can’t impregnate you. It would scare me to death for you to be pregnant with my young.”
“I’m glad, too.” I want to be his Little pet forever. That would change if we had a baby.
“When I pull out, I’m going to diaper you. I will not clean you up first. You’ll sleep with my essence dripping out of your cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His words are so dirty. My already sated body flinches and squeezes around him.
He smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet? You like the idea of my come coating your pussy while you sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my cheeks burning.
When he pulls out of me, I feel bereft. I’m suddenly cold and oddly lonely. He’s right here, sliding off the bed, dragging me to the edge, putting a diaper under me. He’s still touching me, but I want him inside me. I miss him.
In seconds, I’m wrapped up in the soft diaper. He kisses all over my tummy, my breasts, my face, and my mouth.
I cling to him, worried he’s going to send me to my kennel, and I’ll be alone.
After nuzzling my neck, he stands, pulls on his shorts, and then growls as he scoops me into his arms, cradling me. He carries me to the kitchen and fixes me a bottle while I snuggle into him, grateful he’s going to feed me. That will buy me more time with him touching me.
I burrow into him when he sits and take my time sucking, my gaze locked on his, my fingers wrapped around one of his. I squirm and whimper every time he strokes one of my nipples. He’s teasing me, keeping me on edge, making me want him more.
When the bottle is empty, he replaces it with a pacifier and rocks me against him for a long time. All the while, he brushes stray hairs from my face, stares into my eyes, and breathes heavily.
I think he’s reluctant to part from me, too. Will it make a difference?
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, stroking my face. “Your skin is so perfect. I could touch it all day and never get any work done.”
I can’t respond. I’m not meant to. When he plugs my mouth, he intends for me to stay quiet. I’m not permitted to take my pacifier out unless I’m in my kennel and have permission to remove it to eat.
“Your little body is gorgeous. Every inch. Your lips… I love how pink they are and how they swell when you suck on a pacifier. Your pussy tastes like heaven. Your cunt wraps around me like it was made for me. Your hair is like spun gold. Your skin is so pale. I want to lick every inch of you. Worship you. Hold you in my arms until the end of time.”
My heart is racing as he says all these sweet things to me.
“Do you understand how much you mean to me?”
I nod.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you again?”
I flinch at the use of that odd word I’ve only heard a few times. I get the meaning. It’s a crude word for putting his cock in me.
“We will have sex often, Little pet. We won’t be able to help ourselves. Would you like that? Would you like Daddy to thrust into you every day?”
I nod vigorously. I want that more than anything.
He sighs as he rolls me closer to his face and nuzzles my nose with his. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, or maybe I’m numb from all my blood still pulsing in my pussy. When he lowers me, his gaze is intent. “You know I’m still going to be strict and demanding, right?”
I smile behind the pacifier.
