THREE
My mouth hangs open as I look at him.
“But your name isn’t Daddy,” I whisper.
“To you it is. You will call me Daddy and nothing else,” he says once again. “I am your Daddy.”
“But you aren’t my father.” I look at him oddly.
“Being called Daddy doesn’t mean you are his daughter,” Yamal says. “He is going to protect you, take care of you, and give you so much pleasure.”
I open and close my mouth several times, trying to wrap my brain around everything he is saying. I’ve never heard of a female calling a man Daddy other than her father. Or that’s what I’ve always been told on the space station.
“Pleasure?” My eyes go wide as I look between the two.
“Yes, pleasure.” Daddy smiles at me. “If you are a good girl, I will bring you pleasure.”
I cover my face with my hands and squeal.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Daddy asks.
“Stop!” I yell.
“It is a very important question to answer. Chale needs to know so he knows how much preparation you need before you can take him,” Yamal explains.
“Take him?” I look at Yamal in horror.
“Yes, when you have sex. When he puts his cock inside of you,” Yamal states. “If you have never had sex before or pleasured yourself, he will have to prepare you to take him so he doesn’t hurt you.”
My face turns bright red as my body heats from Yamal talking.
“I think Leah likes the thought of that,” Daddy huskily says in my ear. “I think you want me to give you so much pleasure and prepare you so you can take me. Don’t you?”
I shake my head and hide my face in his chest. “No.”
“That’s a lie.” He chuckles. “Do you know what liars get?”
I hold onto his shirt, not saying a word.
“They get put in time-out or they get spanked,” he explains. “Do you want to reconsider your answer?”
I don’t move, not wanting to alert him that I am paying attention.
“Answer me, Little one.” He runs his hand up and down my back. “Do you like the idea of me bringing you pleasure? Of me preparing you to take me?”
I open my mouth.
“Think carefully before you answer,” he gently says.
“Yes,” I whisper, utterly mortified by my answer.
He hums and threads his fingers through my hair. “That’s what I thought.”
“Let’s get on with the examination, and you can answer my questions as I look you over,” Yamal says. “Have you ever touched yourself, Leah?”
Daddy rubs up and down my arms as Yamal gets closer to me. I quickly turn my face into his chest, so he can’t look over my body. But as I move, I hit my foot against Daddy, and I groan in pain.
“What’s wrong, Little one?” Daddy asks.
