Page 16 of Vabar

Abandoning my nipples, he flips his hand around and slides his fingers into my diaper. In less than a second, he’s playing with that bundle of nerves he calls my clit.

I’m restless and buck my hips. I felt this need while he touched me there earlier. It’s growing again. I might scream if I don’t get relief from it.

“Fuck, Rava…” He’s breathing heavily as he says my name. “You’re killing me.”

I don’t know what he means. It sounded sarcastic. I don’t think I’m actually hurting him.

He yanks his hand out of my diaper and jerks the tabs to open it, tugging it out from under me and tossing it aside.

I gasp. I’m so exposed. My pussy is wet. My legs are quivering. My breasts are so high and exposed with my arms above my head, my wrists restrained. How is it that I’m naked on a man’s lap, and he’s forcing me to feel things I didn’t even know existed?

A part of me feels like I’ve been missing out. I’ve been cheated. Why didn’t Headmistress Helena, or one of the other women who were adults before we left Earth, tell us about this? I know we didn’t have men or even a chance of ever copulating with one, but if I’d known I could touch myself and get this sort of pleasure, I would have done so repeatedly for the last several years.

Would I have been able to elicit the same thing by touching myself, though? Maybe not. It’s possible I needed Vabar to do it. I’ll never know.

Vabar strokes his finger between my folds. My labia. He’s gathering wetness, which he drags up to my clit, circling it until my eyes roll back.

“I want you to come, Little pet. I want to watch you experience your first orgasm. You want that, too, don’t you, Rava?”

I moan. It’s a good thing he’s supporting my neck, because there’s no way I could do so on my own.

Vabar removes his fingers and trails my arousal up to my breasts to tap my nipples. The cool air in the room makes me shiver now that the tight buds are wet.

Frustration consumes me. Why did he stop? I’m panting and desperate.

“Look at me, Little pet. Look at Daddy.” He’s teasing my breasts, no longer touching my nipples or any other place I most need him to make contact.

I blink, trying to focus on him.

“Good girl. I know Yamal suggested that I not let you reach your peak so soon. He thinks it would be better if I train you more before I let you experience nirvana. But I think my way will be better. I’m going to give you what you crave, and then you’ll know. You’ll obey me in order to earn that pleasure again.”

I nod. He’s right. I’m certain of it. I’d agree to walk on a tightrope from one space station to the next if it meant he would finish whatever he has started.

“I need something from you, Rava. I need you to share your voice with me. Ask for what you want. Beg me. ‘Daddy, please let me come.’ If you can do that, I’ll take you to the heavens with my fingers.”

My mouth is dry. I haven’t said a single word for a long time. He’s forcing my hand. He has manipulated me.

He pinches one of my nipples and repeats, “‘Daddy… Please let me come.’ Five words, Little pet. Give them to me.”

I might black out. Pleasure builds. It needs to come out of me. I’m going to explode. I can’t describe it any other way. All I have to do is say what he wants, and he’ll give me what my traitorous body desires.

Finally, I give in. I may be stubborn, but I’m not dumb. “Daddy…” It sounds so odd. My voice seems like it belongs to someone else. “Daddy, please let me come.”

“Fuck, Rava… Sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.” He slides his hand to my pussy. Flattening his palm against my clit, he drags his fingers through my wetness. Suddenly, he thrusts one inside me.

I cry out, lifting my hips clear off him. It feels so tight, but so good. And he touches some part of me, inside my channel, stroking a spot that has my toes curling.

The pressure reaches a pinnacle. There’s a pause, a moment of pure bliss. My ears are ringing. And then I’m flying, my body convulsing as I scream. Waves of release make me jolt repeatedly in his arms.

When it’s over, he eases his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth. Vabar sucks my arousal from his digit, moaning as if I’m the tastiest treat in the universe.

TEN

It takes me a while to realize Vabar is praising me. He releases my wrists, turns me in his arms so he’s cradling me, and whispers soft, kind words. “Such a good Little pet… You’re so precious… Stunningly beautiful when you come for me… You’re going to be my obedient girl, aren’t you?”

I’m still quivering from the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. I want to do it again. The more I snuggle into Vabar—Daddy—the more I want his finger inside me once more.

Eventually, he adjusts me, so I’m settled on his thighs, and releases me to pull his shirt off over his head. When he scoops me back into his arms, he rolls me so my chest and torso flatten against his bare skin.