Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She blinks at me. “I don’t think it hurts. I just thought it should.”
They aren’t red. “Okay. Let me know if it starts to burn.”
“You’re really going to give me bottles?”
“Yes, Little one. I will almost always feed you myself. It’s bonding to hold you in my arms while you eat, and I can be sure you don’t choke.”
“All the women on your planet wear diapers and take bottles?”
“They do.”
“Do they wear dresses like babies?”
I rinse her hair off before answering her. “Nope,” I say casually. “No dresses.” I’m well aware this is the biggest sticking point for most Little girls. It’s so shocking to them that they tend to rebel.
“What do they wear?” Her curiosity is so fresh and delightful.
“Soft diapers like you were wearing earlier.”
“But what else?”
I fill my palm with soap and wash up her arms and shoulders and down her front. As I glide my fingers over her breasts, I pinch her little nipple while I meet her gaze. “Little girls on Eleadia have pierced nipples with hoops and pretty stones.”
Her breath hitches, as expected. This is another point of contention human females have. It seems like now is a good time to go ahead and inform her. There’s never going to be a perfect time. All we can do as Papis is pick a time to tell our Littles and hope for the best. That time is now for me.
Janelle’s hands come up to cup her breasts, knocking mine out of the way. I don’t think she’s breathing.
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “There’s another rule I haven’t told you yet, Little one,” I say gently. “We don’t let Little girls play with their nipples.”
It turns out her eyes can bug out farther.
I reach for her wrists and lower her hands. “Hard rule, Little one. I will spank you if I find you playing with your nipples.”
She swallows. “I don’t play with my boobs anyway, but that’s a weird rule, Papi.”
I smile. “You’ll want to, Little one.” I decide to demonstrate my point.
Chapter Six
Janelle
My head is reeling as I try to process Papi’s words. I’ve seriously never considered playing with my boobs. Why would I do that? And why is it forbidden? And I feel faint over the idea of having my nipples pierced. Every woman on Eleadia agrees to that? It sounds so painful that I want to squeeze my boobs and never let go of them.
While I’m pondering this new information, Papi takes one of my hands, lifts it to the side of the basin, and wraps something around my wrist.
I give a tug, but I can’t free myself, and that fact is solidified when he does the same to my other wrist. I start to panic.
Papi leans over, sucks one of my wet nipples into his mouth, and pricks it with his stupid quill. Again. How many times has he done that? He’s manipulating me. I’m aware of it, but it still takes me by surprise.
I pull on my arms again, coming up short. Goosebumps rise all over my skin. Strange things keep happening to my body, and they’re occurring with more frequency. The flutters are back, and they’re stronger. It’s like I’m not in control. Some other force is. I suspect that force has to do with whatever Papi keeps injecting me with.
He’s still sucking my nipple, and he keeps flicking his tongue over it.
The room is spinning. I tip my head back and arch my chest toward him. I can’t stop the fact that I like this feeling, and I want more. I don’t understand it at all, but it’s happening to me anyway.
There’s a tingling between my legs again. I squeeze my knees together. It doesn’t help, but I need the pressure.
Papi releases my nipple and sets his hands on my thighs. “Ready for another rule, Little girl?”
I can’t even respond. All I can do is stare at him and breathe heavily.
He pushes my knees open. “For the same reason you may not play with your nipples, you also may not press your thighs together. I want them open all the time.”
I shudder violently. His weird rule makes the flutters double and move to my sex. What is he even talking about? Most of the time, the specifics about his rules don’t matter. What matters is the tone he uses every time he makes another odd demand. His commanding voice causes prickles to climb up my spine.
He holds my thighs wide and lets his hands slide down the inside.
I resist, moaning uncontrollably as his hands get closer to my private parts. He’d touched me there earlier while he was removing my hair. It had felt confusing and so good at the same time.
Suddenly, he lifts one of my ankles out of the water, and I’m shocked to watch as he secures it outside the basin to the same spot as my wrist. I think I might expire when he’s done with the second one.