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)
I’m so exposed. It’s embarrassing, but that’s not the most important sensation. It’s overshadowed by the pulsing need between my legs.
Papi brings his lips to my neck and kisses a path to my ear. “Your heart is racing, Little one. Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because you’re so aroused. You need Papi to touch your pussy and give you some relief, don’t you, Baby girl?”
My head rolls back as though it’s not connected to my body. It’s not taking orders from me. No part of me is responding to messages firing from my brain. Certainly not my mouth. I’m speechless.
He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my chest, and I find myself writhing as I silently beg him to suck my nipples again. I love how it feels when he does that. I don’t even care that it’s probably all because he keeps pricking me.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth and then switches. He does this over and over until I buck my bottom right off the basin and cry out in frustration.
I’m panting as he meets my gaze. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Baby girl?”
“So good,” I admit shamelessly. I don’t want him to stop. My mother’s voice threatens to admonish me, but I push it away. She was wrong.
He cups my breasts with both hands and gently strokes my nipples. His gaze is on mine. “With every passing day, this frenzy you’re feeling will grow as our bond grows. We’re Fated mates, Little one. You won’t be able to control the need you feel. It won’t stop. It won’t be ignored or denied.”
I think I actually understand what he’s trying to tell me.
He keeps up the soft movements of his thumbs. “When I’m not touching you, you’ll wish I was. You’ll begin to feel a constant desire to experience pleasure, and that will include wanting to do it to yourself. You’ll learn to leave your nipples alone because if you don’t, I will discipline you. Little girls are not permitted to decide when they are pleasured. Papis decides that.”
I’m panting so heavily it seems loud.
He tweaks my nipples and then lowers his hands until one of them rests on my tummy and the other reaches between my legs. “The same is true for your pussy. No touching.” He punctuates his order with a stroke over my sex.
I cry out and buck against him fruitlessly. Nothing in my life has ever felt so good.
His fingers find a spot I didn’t know existed, and he circles it several times before flicking it over and over.
My eyes roll back. My jaw drops open. All of the blood in my body rushes to that one spot. I think it’s my clitoris. I heard other girls whisper about it. I wasn’t even sure where it was located. But now I know.
His voice is so calm as he continues. “It will be easier for you to keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy because of your diaper. But your little titties will always be exposed. They will tingle with need, and that will increase significantly after I get them pierced. The sway and weight of the gemstones will keep you constantly aware of them and aroused. The piercings will also help remind you to be a good girl and obey your Papi.”
I’m surely dreaming this. It can’t be real. There is no such thing as giant alien men who come to Earth, pick a woman, and take her back to his planet to torment her with promises of pleasure.
“When you’re diapered, you won’t be able to close your legs together. When you’re not, I expect you to keep your knees wide. If you don’t remember, I will remind you with a swat to your pussy.”
I gasp. Air whooshes from my lungs. He can’t mean that.
He has one brow lifted as though challenging me to test him on this topic.
“Do you understand, Little one?”
I nod.
“Yes, Papi. I understand. I won’t play with my naughty titties or my pussy.”
I suck in oxygen. My brain isn’t getting enough.
“Repeat that back to me, Little one,” he orders.
My face heats.
He waits.
I shudder as I comply. “I won’t play with my naughty titties or my pussy,” I whisper. The words are naughtier than the actions.
“Good girl.” He strokes through my folds. “Has anything been inside your cunt, Baby girl?”
I’m certain my cheeks are bright pink. “No, Papi.”
“Not even your fingers?”
“No, Papi.” I’m embarrassed, but he smiles as though he’s pleased.
He circles my clit again. “I’m going to push one finger up inside your cunt, Little one. It will be tight, but eventually you’ll want Papi’s cock inside you, and I don’t want it to be more painful than necessary. So I’ll start preparing your pussy to be ready for me.”
I want that so badly. I don’t even comprehend what I’m silently pleading for, but I am.