Page 9 of Albel

“What if something happens to me when you give me pleasure and I break?” I ask. “What will happen to me then? Are you going to give me to the bad ?”

Tears pool in my eyes at the thought of being away from him. I don’t know why I’m so attached to him, but he’s bewitched me body and soul, and there’s no way for me to get away from it.

Daddy cups my face, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss against my forehead. A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I melt into the table, everything feeling right in the world.

“Nothing is going to break inside you when I give you pleasure. Even if something happened, I wouldn’t get rid of you. You are it for me, and there is no going back. You’re mine, and I’m yours for the rest of our lives,” Daddy gently explains as he locks eyes with me. “Do you know anything about the female anatomy?”

“Just the basics,” I whisper. “I know that I have reproductive organs and that I have my period once a month, or I should.”

My face heats. How did I just casually say that to him? I have never been able to talk to any of the girls on the space station about my period without my face becoming a big red flame.

“Inside you, there is nothing I would be able to break. It’s all muscles and tissue, but I can make you feel so good if you want that,” he offers as his hand starts to move against my stomach once again. “Do you want to feel a little bit of it and then decide what you want?”

I nod.

Nerves run through me as Daddy lifts his chin, his hand leaving my stomach.

“You’re going to have to let go of my shirt if you want this,” Daddy says.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I mumble.

Just the thought of him being away from me scares me.

“Trust Daddy?” He looks at me with so much tenderness in his eyes. “I promise I won’t leave you here alone. I’m just going to be at the edge of the table so I can make sure that the pleasure is the best I can give you. I want to show you that it’s going to feel amazing.”

I open and close my mouth several times, not knowing what to say.

“How about this? How about I tie a string to my wrist, and you can hold on to it. That way, you know I’m not going anywhere. How does that sound?” Daddy asks.

“Is that o-okay?” I stutter.

A smile spreads across his face. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it was okay.”

“I think that would help,” I whisper.

“Perfect. You’re in luck. We don’t have to go anywhere because I have some string right here,” Daddy says as he pulls some out from a little compartment under the table. “Now, here I am tying it to my wrist. It’s long enough that I can be at the end of the table and it won’t be tugging on your hand or mine, but you will still be able to know that I’m there for you.”

I gently let go of his shirt, sucking in a deep breath as I wait for the panic to hit me full force, but it doesn’t. Anxiety slowly swims in my chest as Daddy takes a step away from me, but I grip onto the string tighter, repeating in my head that Daddy is still going to be with me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me. “Now, Daddy is going to give you pleasure. At any point, if you don’t like it or it becomes too much, I want you to say red and I’ll stop right away. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice sounds so small as I watch him like a hawk.

He’s standing at the edge of the table, his hands on my knees, and he slowly pushes them outward.

“I want you to keep your legs like this while I feast on you,” he says.

But before I can ask him what he means, he dips his head between my legs and licks my pussy. Back arching, I suck in a breath as I curl my toes into the table from the intense sensation.

What was that?

“Did that feel good?” Daddy asks as he looks up at me.

I hesitate for a second before nodding. “Yes,” I breathlessly whisper.

It was something I’ve never felt before, and yet just from that one lick I’m craving more.

“Do you want me to continue?” he questions, his hands on my thighs, gently digging in as he waits for my answer.