Page 8 of Albel

I didn’t realized that I have gotten a chill from being fully away from Daddy. But no matter what he tried, I still had a fistful of his shirt as he cleaned me. It must have been awkward for him, but I don’t really mind. My mind needed it… I needed it.

“Reward?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“Yes, you get to decide. It could be a treat like a handful of kibble, or it could be pleasure,” Daddy says as his hand moves around my stomach, gently touching the underside of my breasts every once in a while.

A shiver makes its way through my body when his finger moves higher, and he gets to my breasts.

“What will it be?” Daddy asks. “It sadly can’t be both, so you have to pick one.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

I don’t know what kibble is on Venkoria, and I don’t know what kind of pleasure he’s going to bring me. Could it be what I think it is?

“Do you know what pleasure is?” Daddy asks as his hand stills.

Whimpering, I look at his hands, wanting them to keep moving. It was doing something to me, something I never felt in my core.

“Little Pet, I asked you a question,” he says. “Can you pay attention to me for a couple of minutes?”

I gently nod.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and my whole body lights up. “Now, do you know what pleasure is?”

“Where you touch yourself down there?” I hesitantly ask.

Some of the girls on the space station were talking about it one day, and I happened to overhear their conversation. It was a foreign concept to me, and I didn’t dare ask any questions for fear that they would find out I was listening in.

“Yes, but it doesn’t only have to be you. It can be someone else giving you pleasure,” Daddy explains. “Have you ever touched yourself?”

I shake my head, my throat suddenly going dry.

“Have you ever wanted to touch yourself?” he asks.

I go to shake my head once again but stop myself. He briefly told me on the way over to his house that one of my rules was no lying. Daddy mentioned I would get spanked or put in timeout if he found out I lied.

“Once,” I finally say.

“Recently or on the space station?” he continues to fire questions at me.

“On the space station,” I admit for the first time in my life.

It was soon after I’d heard the conversation. I wanted to know what it felt like. The girls talked about it feeling amazing if you hit all the right spots, and I wanted to feel that, but I chickened out as I was about to touch myself. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t want to mess anything up or harm myself.

“Do you want pleasure as your reward?” he asks. “I can make you feel so good.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, tightening my grip on his shirt.

Fear courses through my body at the thought of him sticking his massive fingers inside me. What if something breaks? What if he harms me and he leaves me?

“No,” I quickly say and shake my head. “I want out of this. I don’t want this any longer.”

My breathing picks up as I stare into his eyes.

“Whoa, Little Pet. You’re okay. I want you to take several deep breaths for me and slowly let them out. Good girl. You are doing so good. Now, I want you to close your eyes and tell me what you were thinking that made you panic,” Daddy says.

I shake my head and keep my eyes locked on him.

“No secrets between us.” Daddy gives me a pointed look. “I told you on the way here that I didn’t want any secrets between us, and this is one of them.”