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)
Sophie’s fingers are shaking as she lifts up a pair of maroon stones and holds them out on her palm.
I inhale sharply. They’re so pretty. And they look huge.
“Do you want Papi to spank your naughty titties right here in front of Sophie and Ekert?” Papi asks.
I jerk my gaze to his as I realize I’m gripping my boob again. Not just the one. I’m holding both of them in my palms, squeezing them, applying pressure to my nipples.
Papi lifts a brow.
I release my breasts, but it’s kind of late. That’s twice I’ve broken his rule in less than five minutes. My face is hot. “Sorry, Sir.”
Before I can possibly know what Papi’s intention is, he sits me on the counter next to Sophie, clasps my hands at the small of my back, and bends down to draw one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp. I’m so embarrassed. My arousal goes from five to fifty hundred million in less than a second, and then higher than that when he lowers his quill, piercing deep. He’s not fast about it either. He leaves the sharp quill inside my nipple for longer than ever.
Finally he switches to the other nipple, sucking hard and piercing it to match its twin.
I start writhing the moment he lets go. My tits are throbbing hard, and when I look down at them, I see they’re enormous. He injected me with an aphrodisiac, more than he ever used when he pierced them while we were still on Earth.
My vision blurs. I squirm.
Papi continues to hold my wrists. His other hand comes to my torso, planting under my breasts, pushing them up obscenely. “Sit still, naughty girl.”
I writhe. I’m overwhelmed with need. I just came in the doctor’s office. I shouldn’t be this horny again. But he has manipulated me. When I arch my chest, my swollen clit rocks against my diaper. It feels so good that I can’t stop.
Papi leans in closer and speaks into my ear. “I’m going to remove your diaper and make you sit here naked in about five seconds, Janelle.” His tone is firm. He means it.
I stop wiggling, but I’m panting from the desperation. My chest is heaving. My nipples are huge, and they tingle madly. I sit like this for a long time before Papi finally releases my wrists.
“What’s the rule, Baby girl?” he asks.
I’m mortified. I’m also hornier than ever. And I feel every bit as Little as Papi infers when I whisper, “No playing with my titties.”
He cups my face and kisses me. “Now, what do you think of the stones?”
“They’re big.”
Ekert and Papi chuckle.
Papi says, “We’ll take them. Go ahead and prepare them. I’ll let you know when Janelle is ready to come back.” He lifts me off the counter and settles me on his hip again.
“It was nice to meet you,” Sophie calls out.
“You, too.” I smile at her, but I’m still so flustered that I’m not sure my mouth lifts much. What a crazy day.
Chapter Twelve
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I’m not sure about my latest idea for tough love, but I’m going for it. I’ve put Janelle in her playpen and stepped out of sight. I’m only around the corner in the hallway, but she doesn’t know that.
She’s bawling, and she has been for five solid minutes.
We’ve built up to this. For several days, I left her in the playpen without leaving the room. I increased the length of time every day. She never liked it, but she eventually stopped screaming and reduced herself to sniffles.
She’s playing me. I won’t deny she suffers from separation anxiety, but she also has me wrapped around her pinky. At least she’s not standing. She only rose onto her feet twice in her playpen. I spanked her hard both times and made her start her time over. She hasn’t done that again.
“Papi, come back,” she wails.
I take a deep breath and pace in the hallway. I hate this. I don’t even want to put her down. I’d rather hold her every minute of the day. She’s my mate. Our bond is strong and growing stronger.
Janelle has been here three weeks, and we haven’t consummated our union. I give her a lot of orgasms, and I take myself in hand several times a day, too. But I’ve been fearful about entering her tiny body. I don’t want to hurt her. It’s inevitable and unavoidable. I’ve asked several Papis, including Thabo if there’s any way to avoid causing her pain, and they’ve all told me it’s not possible. It will hurt the first time no matter what.
I’ve done everything I can to mitigate the discomfort. There’s no reason to wait any longer. But I fucking hate the idea of seeing her face scrunch up when I enter her.
At ten minutes, her cries slow down. “Papi?” she calls out.