I start suckling once again while I gaze at him, letting everything disappear around us. How did he know?
“Such a good girl,” he praises me.
My cheeks heat, but I can’t get enough of this delicious milk.
“Could you pass me the—” But Chale quickly stops talking. “She’s almost done with this.”
My eyebrows bunch up once again as I look at Daddy. What is he talking about?
“You finished the bottle,” Daddy says. “Let’s put this in.”
Daddy pulls the bottle away from my mouth and replaces it with a binkie. Why did he give me this?
“Suckle on it while Yamal finishes up taking your temperature,” Daddy tells me. “It will help you calm down and keep your mind off everything.”
And that is exactly what it does as Daddy continues to gaze at me and I suckle.
“All done,” Yamal announces as he slides the probe out of me.
My whole body relaxes as I take a deep breath in. I didn’t realize how tense I was, even when I was trying not to be.
“Her temperature is on the lower side from what I’ve gathered from the data from the other girls,” Yamal explains. “Put some clothes on her or wrap her in a blanket and keep her close to you. I need to compare it to the other results to see if anything else is going on before we move to the next step.”
“Do you think something is wrong?” Daddy asks.
Yamal shrugs. “I don’t know, but she might be low on nutrients. We will know soon enough. I will let you know a plan of action. But for now, just try to keep her warm. I don’t want her body temperature dropping too much and her getting sick.”
“When will we know?” he asks.
“I have to visit another human female after this. Once I’m done with that check-up, I will go straight to my lab and start trying to figure out what is wrong,” Yamal says. “You will know by the end of the day.”
“Keep her fed regularly and warm. Is there anything else I should do?” Daddy rapid-fires his questions at the doctor.
He sounds almost concerned about me, but why? He doesn’t know me at all.
“You are my pet, Little one. I am your master. I am going to make sure you are healthy for the rest of your life,” Daddy explains.
“Did I say that out loud?” I whisper.
He chuckles and nods. “Yes, you did. So cute. Daddy is going to take good care of you from now on,” he soothes me.
“I will be in contact when I have more information. If anything concerning comes up, don’t hesitate to contact me.” Yamal smiles. “Be a good girl for your Daddy.”
“Can you say bye to Yamal?” Daddy asks.
“Bye?” I mumble, but it comes out hesitantly.
I never want to see him again, but I know that will land me over Daddy’s lap and my bottom bright red if I said it out loud. I also know that, no matter how much I don’t want to see him again, Daddy is going to make me see him. He wants me to be super healthy.
“Don’t forget to give her some pleasure. After all, she was a good girl,” Yamal says with a wink before he shuts the door.
My mouth hangs open as I look over at Daddy, the binkie falling out of my mouth and hitting the floor.
“Oh, Little pet,” Daddy mumbles. “It’s okay. I have another you can use. I’ll wash this one before you can use it again.”
“I don’t want it,” I mumble and press my face into his chest.
How can they just casually talk about pleasure like it’s not a taboo subject? On the space station, we never talked about it.
