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)
Papi holds my gaze while he eases a finger into my tight channel.
Stars fill my vision. There are no words to describe how good it feels. I gasp and buck futilely. He holds my torso down with a palm against my pelvis. Meanwhile, his other hand does unimaginable dirty things to me.
When his finger is as deep as it will go, he grinds his palm against my clit. “Does it hurt, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. It certainly doesn’t hurt.
He wiggles his finger around inside me, making me whimper. I’m going to faint like I did earlier but for entirely different reasons.
“Do you want more, Little one? Do you want Papi to add a second finger?”
“Yes, please,” I manage to whisper.
“Such a good girl.” He pulls his finger almost out and then pushes two of them into my tight channel. This is so naughty. My mother’s voice is on the edge of my mind, but I chase it away again. I practically shout at my dead mother in my head to go away and leave me alone. This is my Papi. It’s not wrong or bad. This is so nice. It can’t be wrong.
When his palm presses against my clit again, he curls his fingers inside me and drags them across some special place that pushes me out of my body.
I’m poised for a second at the top of a cliff. I teeter, gasping and uncertain. What’s happening to me? And then I fall off the other side. I’m partially aware of someone screaming, and I think it’s me. The only thing that exists is the pulsing of my channel around Papi’s fingers and the throbbing of my clit against his palm.
It’s the best feeling in the universe. Heaven. All of the heavens combined.
Papi continues to stroke inside me, easing up gradually until his lips come to mine and he removes his hand. “You are the most precious Little girl who was ever born. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
I nod. I’m his. There’s no arguing that point.
He cups my face and makes me look at him. Through my haze, I listen intently. “Have you ever experienced that before, Little one?”
“No, Papi,” I murmur.
“That’s an orgasm, Little one. I will give them to you frequently, but you will not take them for yourself. Papi decides when you come like such a good girl. Now you know why you will not be allowed to touch yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Papi.” I can’t fathom ever disobeying him.
“You will follow Papi’s rules because they’re meant for your safety and for your pleasure. When you obey Papi, I will reward you. When you’re naughty or reckless with your safety, I will discipline you and withhold pleasure.”
“I’ll be good, Papi,” I promise. I mean it.
Chapter Seven
Tekfan
“You promise you’re going to hold me the entire time?”
My girl is wrapped around me as though she might not survive a single moment if I put her down. Even though I have one arm under her bottom, it’s not necessary. She’s not going to let go of the stronghold she has on my neck.
Janelle reminds me of monkeys I’ve seen in human documentaries about primates. She’s been like this ever since I finished bathing her. She hardly let me lay her on the bed so I could diaper her, and she didn’t like it when I faced her away from me so I could comb out her hair and put it up in pigtails.
After I picked her back up, she settled on my hip, clung to my neck, and wrapped her tiny legs around my torso. It’s adorable, but it’s also concerning.
The truth is I’d be content if I never had to set her down again for centuries. I like the feel of her skin against mine. Her breasts have been pressing against my chest for two hours.
She had no complaints when I told her she needed to take another bottle, and she insisted on clinging to me while I gathered our belongings. I even let her sit in my lap while we were on the pod that took us from Earth to the mothership.
Now we’re in the clinic onboard the ship, waiting to see the doctor, Dankin.
I rub her back. “As much as I love holding you, Little one, you’ll have to sit on the table while the doctor examines you.”
When I go to set her down, she shakes her head and holds on tighter. “No, Papi. I don’t want to. Please, will you hold me?”
The door opens, and I turn to see Dankin stepping into the exam room.
He smiles. “Good to see you, Tekfan.” When he reaches out to tickle Janelle’s toes, she pulls her foot back and buries her head in my neck.
“Sorry,” I apologize. “She’s feeling a bit obstinate.”
Dankin is unphased. I’m sure he’s seen every imaginable sort of reaction from the human females he meets.