Her Daddy and Her Master

by Katie Douglas

  “My play sessions are somewhat different to Basil’s. Remember when I told you about my three slaves?”

  Laila nodded, and listened in awe and wonder as Flin told her about what sort of things he liked to do during his play sessions.

  * * *

  Two days later, when they reached Minos Kerala, Laila was fizzing with excitement about the play session Flin had promised her. They had checked into a hotel the night before, getting a room each. It was a novelty after sharing a cabin with Basil for so long in space, although Laila had been lonely sleeping on her own for the first time since she escaped. Laila had struggled to get to sleep, since Basil had gone off to take care of some cargo or trade business straight after they all checked in. Laila didn’t really know what he was doing, but she missed him. It hadn’t felt right to disturb Flin in the night; there was something decidedly un-snuggly about him. On the plus side, it would be nice to have Flin all to herself for the day without him having to go and fly the ship or make a delivery.

  She wondered if she was still in the friend zone as she finished her morning shower. Flin had told her two weeks, but that was months ago and neither man had made a move on her yet, aside from what Laila thought of as Basil’s daddyness, because it brought out her childlike side. Even that was completely innocent so far, and mostly involved holding her accountable and him helping her make sense of some of her worse experiences. If it seemed strange that someone as clever as Basil had chosen to fly a spaceship around the galaxy fetching and carrying for people, it was even stranger to Laila that Flin had joined him. Flin’s first love was art, she’d discovered, and he was a complete perfectionist.

  This hotel had everything, she decided, as she pulled a fresh towel from the rail. There was an automatic air dryer in one corner, about the size of a shower cubicle. Laila hadn’t dared try it yet though. She liked the soft snuggliness of a nice fluffy towel. She wondered why the hotel’s rooms for humanoids had two ways of doing it. Then again, she also thought the bidet was strange, since there was perfectly good toilet paper for everyone to use, and it didn’t even come from an old newspaper, unlike the nasty stuff on the hook in every outhouse she’d ever seen on Pombos. Back home, anything bathroom-related had been an unpleasant, sometimes uncomfortable chore, but it seemed like the rest of the galaxy had perfected their bathing and toileting areas. It was another of the many reasons Laila never wanted to return to Pombos, a list that got longer every day.

  She dried off and tied her hair in a high ponytail, then put on a pair of black panties—these ones fastened with bows made from satin ribbon, either side of her hips—and the Syntex catsuit, as per Flin’s explicit instructions the night before. She touched the place that made the catsuit tighten around her, and luxuriated in the feeling of being held. Wondering which shoes to wear, she was about to put on her sneakers when she noticed a box on the bed, wrapped with a yellow bow. Suspiciously, she opened it, and smiled in delight when she saw the contents: a pair of shiny black high heels, with wide heels and round toes. Flin must have brought them in while she was showering, using Basil’s spare key for her room. She’d always loved the look of high-heel shoes, but was scared she might fall over in the ones with the thin heels. Flin had obviously thought of everything. Feeling ready, she went across the hall and tapped on his door.

  He slid it open and greeted her at the door. He wore his black leather pants and waistcoat and a fresh white shirt. Laila didn’t know how he always had a fresh supply of clean, ironed white shirts to wear. She felt slightly exposed as Flin eyed her figure in the shiny black catsuit.

  “You look amazing. Ready?” He stepped out into the corridor. She nodded. “Sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes. I’m sure.” She nodded for emphasis.

  “Then we’re going out to explore the beach.” He walked to the lift and pressed for it. While they waited for the lift, he leaned down so his lips were brushing against her ear as he spoke, and his long golden hair tickled the side of her face. “While we’re out, you are not allowed to touch yourself, play with yourself, or come at all. I will tell you when I want you to do any of those things,” he murmured. The tone and words immediately sent a tingle straight to her clit, and she could feel her nipples harden in response, although she had to wonder why he’d felt the need to give her those particular instructions. Who would just walk down the street touching themselves?

  “Okay.” She sounded more confident than she felt. “Thank you for the shoes, by the way.”

  “No problem.”

  He dwarfed her, at nearly two feet taller, and when they got into the lift, all she could think of was the thing she’d wanted to know for over two months. How big was Flin’s cock? If things went well, she would find out soon.

  Outside the hotel, they walked past the scary old lady who seemed to live on the street. She was shouting something about triangles, and Laila stared at her. On Pombos, people weren’t allowed to live on the street like that; they would have been rounded up and taken to an asylum, but Laila thought it showed how much more relaxed Minos Kerala was. Flin took her hand, making her feel protected and safe; had he sensed her fear? A tingle of warmth shot from his hand to hers.

  When they reached the beachfront, she didn’t feel overdressed amongst the planet’s inhabitants. There were plenty of couples and groups hanging out and generally being romantic, in all sorts of different clothing. The number of trios that Laila saw made her remember an important question she needed to ask.

  “Uh… Flin, Basil doesn’t seem to mind us flirting, but are you sure he’s okay with us… you know… doing other stuff?”

  “I don’t see why not. I used to share his other little with him—Karissa,” Flin pointed out. Laila simultaneously wanted to smile at the fact that she was Basil’s little and feel slightly annoyed at being compared to another, and arrived at nonchalance. She shrugged.

  “How long was that for?”

  “She was only with us a few months. I never did any of the ageplay stuff with her, either. It’s just not my thing,” Flin replied. “Does this situation bother you?”

  “I just want to make sure everyone’s okay with everything, and that I’m not going to make anyone mad at me,” Laila said.

  “Have you ever known Basil to be angry with you?”

  “No. Although he did spank me that one time.”

  “You mean the handful of swats he gave you about a week after you arrived on the ship?” Flin shook his head. “I told him at the time, if you were mine, you would have gotten much more than that.”

  Laila felt a thrill at the idea of being punished by Flin. She looked up to find him looking straight back down at her. His pink eyes saw everything.

  “You like that, don’t you? The idea of what I might do to you, if you misbehaved around me? I suppose you’re wondering whether I would put you over my knee first, or put you straight in the corner?”

  Laila colored red, then felt a trickling feeling in her underwear, which turned into wetness. The idea of getting punished by the huge half-elf was at the same time terrifying and sexy. How did that even make sense? She wanted to rub herself against something slightly rough, to ease the feeling building inside her. Was the tight catsuit contributing to her arousal?

  “I asked you a question, Laila,” he reminded her. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, I suppose I do.” She found herself looking away while she said it.

  “Good girl. Maybe later you’ll find out.” He walked on.

  “Wait, you fiend!” She chased after him. “We never got to the end of my question. Have you actually asked Basil outright?”

  “I told him I intended to have a play session with you today.” Flin seemed unconcerned. “He didn’t say there were any issues with that, and he didn’t tell me he’d prefer if I didn’t play with you, either, so it’s fine.”

  “Oh. Okay. You could have just told me in the first place,” Laila grumbled. Flin stopped abruptly.

  “Ask as many questions as
you like, but don’t speak to me in that tone of voice again, Laila, or you’ll be starting our play session with a red bottom,” he warned her.

  “Sorry.” It popped out before she had time to think. It was something she wished she didn’t do, but she supposed there were worse things a person could automatically say. She always meant it, anyway.

  Once the worry about Basil was put to rest, Laila concentrated on enjoying spending time with Flin. They strolled side by side along the beachfront, then stopped at a viewing point.

  “How did they build all this?” Laila looked out at the development along the coastline, stretching as far as the eye could see in both directions.

  “It’s the miracle of modern construction technology. They remove huge areas of rock face and turn it into liquid, then they pour it where they want a road and it solidifies, like shining glass. Then, a special machine called a Spickler comes along and makes the shiny glass into this rough surface, so we don’t just slide around and fall over when we walk on the road. The buildings are made from the same stuff, but they decorate the insides to make them look welcoming. At night, the outside of the glass glows, and it’s beautiful.”

  “Maybe I’ll come out after dark and see it for myself.” Laila thought about how it would feel to walk along here alone on an evening stroll.

  “Don’t even think about coming out at night on your own; it’s not safe. You should always make sure Basil or I are with you if you leave your room.”

  Laila sighed. She liked that the men were concerned for her, but it seemed a bit excessive to not be allowed to go anywhere without them.

  “We should come out after dark sometime. Together, I mean. I bet you’ll love how pretty it all looks.” He ran a hand through her hair. “And I know I’ll love how pretty you’ll look in the evening light.”

  “What about where they got the rocks from? I bet that’s not very pretty. Is there just a big hole?” Laila felt like she was taking a sledgehammer to Flin’s sexy words and smashing them to pieces, but she was too curious about how large parts of the Minos Keralan landscape seemed to have been poured, fully formed, into its current shape.

  Flin looked at her with one of his inscrutable gazes. Was it wistfulness?

  “Yes, they just leave a big hole behind. On my planet, Telia II, such destruction of the landscape is banned. Elves—or at least, the other humanoids call us ‘elves,’ we call ourselves Lklkakakui—value nature, and everything there has to be biodegradable. That means all things must to return to the earth once they’ve finished being useful.”

  “Aren’t you a half-elf?” Laila asked. When Flin’s look became guarded, she wondered if she was being too intrusive.

  “Yes,” he said shortly.

  “What’s your other half?”

  “That’s my business.” Stung, she stopped talking. “Laila, can I ask you a question?”

  “What is it?”

  “Your parents were so horrible to you. Do you ever wonder what it would have been like to have a different family? To find out you were… I don’t know, switched at birth…”

  “And that your real parents are out there, somewhere, looking for you? And they’re both billionaires that live on a Prime planet, and probably have a bedroom filled with your favorite toys just waiting for when they find you? Yeah, I used to think that all the time. Why?” Laila asked.

  “I never met my mother,” Flin said. “Her species aren’t known for childrearing. All through my childhood I wished I could meet my birth mother, know who she was, why she had seemingly forgotten about me. She must have known where I was… then when I was thirty—that’s about sixteen in universal standard years, because Telia II has a really short orbit—I found her.”

  “But you just said you never met her,” Laila said.

  “I never did meet her. She was on the other side of the planet, but her deeds… preceded her. My father had hoped to spare me from finding the truth. I had always known I was different, but my tainted blood proved it. Some of the things she did, I couldn’t understand how she could even mate with anyone. Surely a being that evil wouldn’t be able to. I didn’t want to know her; I wanted it to be a mistake.”

  “That’s awful. It must have been so disappointing to find out like that.” Laila knew this must be a really sore subject. She sighed and stared at her fingers; for some reason she wanted to open up to Flin more, having found out about his own childhood. “I used to lie in bed some nights, crying my eyes out, unable to sleep with stomach pains and cramps, which I now know was from the bad food, and I used to wish the house would catch fire, or an earthquake would come,” Laila confessed. “I used to wish some disaster would sweep through the house and that I would be the only survivor. Before my brothers were born, that is. They were ten years younger than me. My father was probably a good man, actually, by Pombos’s standards, but he was too quick to believe everything my mother said. He was too quick to take her side, even when she was clearly lying for attention, and I would always, always be the one who got blamed for everything. By the time he died and she sent me to live with Gar-Kon, I actually believed that everything was my fault. Sometimes I still do. All I ever wanted was for people to not hate me, and not be angry at me all the time for things I had no control over. I can put up with a lot, and I probably would have put up with Gar-Kon—yes, I know I didn’t like him, but I would have put up with him if he hadn’t been so nasty to me all the time,” she sighed. “I know it’s not the same as knowing your mother is a bona fide monster but for the rest of us it’s not as clear cut. As far as everyone else is concerned, parents would never do anything to harm their children, and the best place for a child is with its parents.” She unlaced her fingers, having not realized how tightly she was pressing them together.

  “Beyond Pombos and the other planets like it, I think a lot of people know that’s not true,” Flin observed. “There was never any question of anyone making me live with my mother.”

  Laila realized she’d said too much, when Flin had been the one talking in the first place.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to talk for so long! This was supposed to be a nice romantic walk and here we are complaining about our parents,” she said. “I suppose it’s nice to be able to talk about it sometimes though. And I don’t think Basil quite understands; by the sounds of it, his childhood was nice.”

  “Yeah, aside from the solitude. I think that’s why he’s a loner. He didn’t really have anyone to talk to on Howell Outpost,” Flin said. “And unlike myself, he didn’t even have nature to make him feel better, just metal walls and the vast black expanse of space. Basil was educated by interactive software on a computer. He’s read a lot of books, knows a lot of things that I can’t even begin to understand, even with my enhanced abilities—you know, my excellent vision and hearing, faster thought processing—but he was the only kid on the outpost. When he left, he found out most people aren’t as smart as he is, so people get suspicious of him, especially because he works in cargo. It’s not seen as a job for smart people, what with the daily risk of death and all.”

  “I had no idea.” Laila thought about how lonely Basil must have been when he was growing up.

  “He likes being around people, but as you get to know him you’ll find out he likes to be on his own sometimes; non-contactable.”

  “Like today?”

  “Exactly. Once he’s sorted out his business transactions today, he’ll probably go off somewhere by himself,” Flin said.

  “And that’s why you know he’s okay with us spending time together?”

  “Yes. Also, he said he didn’t mind,” Flin reminded her.

  “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Laila was still trying to get out of the habit of asking the same question more than once to make sure the answer was still the same.

  The sun came out from behind a cloud, warming the air and making the landscape look brighter. The glassy road seemed to gain an interesting depth, almost like water, and Flin put his hand on the back of Laila�
��s neck. She could feel the warmth of his hand, or was there something else there as well? A tingling feeling, radiating upwards to the top of her head and down to the base of her spine, reminded Laila that Flin was used to being obeyed, that he was never out of control.

  “Start walking,” he said quietly. Laila found herself being guided in the right direction, as she walked in front of Flin, his hand still on the back of her neck.

  “Does this make you uncomfortable?” he asked her, after they’d walked maybe a hundred feet or so.

  “Yes,” Laila admitted.

  “Why?” Flin didn’t change what he was doing.

  “I don’t like walking in front,” Laila replied. “It makes me feel exposed.”

  “You prefer hiding in the background, avoiding attention, don’t you?” He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. Laila turned to look at him, but his hand on her neck wouldn’t let her.

  “Keep walking,” he instructed. Laila had no choice but to do as he said. The feeling in her spine made her want to stretch as she felt her pussy becoming wet again.

  They reached a café on the promenade, and Flin turned Laila toward it.

  “When we reach the counter, you are going to ask the server for a table for two, by a window,” he told her. Laila frowned. Why was this turning her on so much? She hated talking to strangers. She opened the door, holding it with her arm so it didn’t close on Flin as she walked through, and went up to the counter.

  “Hey there! How can I help?” The server greeted Laila with a huge smile.

  “A table for two, please, with, uh, by a window, please,” Laila mumbled. Taking the lead on things like this was new territory for her, even if she was just doing as she was told.

  “Two by a window? Let’s see, twelve is free. Here, I’ll show you.” The server led them through the dining area to table twelve, and placed menus on each placemat.

  Flin pulled out a chair for Laila and released his hold on her neck as she sat in it. A wave of wooziness swept through her as he let go, and she felt like she’d lost a part of herself. She looked at him in surprise.