EIGHTEEN
“Are you ever going to have sex with me?” I inquire, crawling out of the kennel. “Are you ever going to give me pleasure?”
Daddy and Yamal have talked about pleasure several times, yet he hasn’t given me any pleasure since I got here. In the beginning, he didn’t want to give me any because I didn’t want to be around him, but now… now I do, and he still hasn’t. Do I have to beg for it?
“What did you just say?” Daddy tilts his head to the side.
I open and close my mouth several times, my confidence long gone. I shouldn’t have said anything to him.
“I—” but I stop myself.
“Little one.” He stands from the couch, and I stare up at him wide-eyed. “What did you just say?”
“It was nothing,” I mutter.
“I think it was something. It was something very important.” He picks me up and starts walking to his room. “You want pleasure? Let me give you pleasure.”
Before I can say anything, Daddy rips the diaper off me and places me on the bed.
“Legs spread wide,” he commands.
I immediately open my legs and lean back, fully exposed to Daddy. Excitement and nerves run through my body as he looks up and down my body. I can feel myself starting to get wet with every second he looks over my body, his eyes darkening as his gaze lands on my exposed part.
“Please,” I beg.
“I have been waiting for this since the first time I saw you,” he says as he walks over to me. “I want you to lie still while I take off my clothes.”
He slowly starts taking off his clothes, and I suck in a breath as his huge cock pops free from the confines of his boxers.
“Please,” I beg. “Daddy, please touch me. Please give me all the pleasure. Please put your massive cock inside of me.”
I want him on top of me right now, making me feel good and telling me that I’m a good girl.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock?” he asks, his voice husky.
“Yes!” I practically yell.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he purrs. “I want you to stay nice and still for me while I look at you.”
Daddy climbs onto the bed, his hands pushing my legs further apart. I arch my back, ready for Daddy to start touching me, giving me pleasure.
“Such a pretty sight.” He looks down at my pussy.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg him. “I need you to touch me. I need you to fill me up and show me that you are mine and I am yours.”
I close my eyes as Daddy’s finger slips through my wet folds, teasing me as he thrusts up and down several times, coating his fingers with my juices. I moan, my chest arching even more.
“Please,” I beg him once again.
“Daddy can’t wait,” he says as he pulls his finger out of my folds.
I whine and look at Daddy. What is he doing?
“Daddy,” I whine. “Please put your cock inside of me. Please make love to me, show me that I am yours. Please, Daddy!”
Daddy’s eyes darken as we make eye contact, and he aligns himself at my entrance, slowly starting to push inside of me.
“Your pussy is mine and only mine. You belong to me.”
