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 slide my hand up to the back of her neck. “You are the most important person in my life, Janelle. You always will be until the end of time. I know you feel the same. You can’t avoid it. Some Little girls have arrived here feeling the opposite of you. They don’t want their Papis to touch them because they’re angry about being whisked off Earth without a choice.”
“That doesn’t make sense. They had a choice. They didn’t have to go to Club Zoom. I feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. I only went to the club to get warm, and I woke up in your arms. I got to leave that horrible planet that was mean to me. I’m so grateful.”
I smile. I’m glad she feels that way. “Well, for a lot of Little girls, it’s hard. Even though they signed the paperwork, they knew the odds of being chosen were slim. They never expected it could happen to them. They spend days and sometimes weeks fighting the pull toward their mate.”
“They can’t fight it forever, though,” she says softly.
“No, they can’t, and neither can you.”
My words hover in the air between us.
I can almost hear my girl thinking. I hadn’t really expected my plan to deny her an orgasm to work so quickly in my favor, but it seems like it’s done the trick.
Janelle lurches forward and throws her arms around me. “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m sorry I’ve been so naughty.”
I hold her closer, pressing her chest against mine. “You haven’t been naughty, Little one. You’ve been anxious. It’s not the same thing. I would never make light of your fears. I’ve been stressed, too, Baby girl, because I don’t like my mate to feel such emotional turmoil. I want you to be happy and smiling. I want to fix whatever makes you anxious and make it go away.”
She glances at my ereader on the cushion. “Your book is boring.”
I chuckle. “That was intentional.”
She giggles. Fuck I missed that sound. She twists her neck to look at her playpen. “I’ll be brave, Papi. Put me in the playpen. I’ll try to occupy my mind by exploring my toys so you can read about dirt.”
When I laugh, both of our bodies shake. My gaze lowers to Janelle’s breasts. I slide my hands around to cup her breasts.
She arches into my touch, her eyes rolling back.
I thumb her nipples. “Tomorrow we’re going to get these pierced.”
“Okay, Papi,” she whispers.
“Good girl. I promise it won’t hurt.”
“I know it won’t hurt. You’ll numb them. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about my eyes rolling back into my head so that I can’t see anymore. Did you notice how Sophie nearly left her body when her Papi touched her titties?”
I laugh. “I did notice, Little one.”
“That’s scary.” Her eyes are wide.
“It’s part of life.”
“After we get them pierced, will you have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
She sits taller. “You will?”
“Absolutely. I’m confident you’ll beg me to make love to you once those pretty stones are hanging from your buds.”
She smiles and palms my shoulders. “I like that my boobs are bigger since we moved here, but my nipples are still small. I hope they get larger, too. Sophie’s nipples are bigger than mine.”
“I suspect they will.” I slide my hands under her armpits and lift her into the air several inches so I can reach her breasts with my mouth. Holding her aloft, I suck one in hard and flick it over and over with my tongue.
She squirms, but she can’t dislodge herself from my hold. She’ll never be able to escape me if I don’t want her to. She’s too small.
I love the way she pants as I release her nipple and shift my attention to the other. I love the way she arches into me even more. And, lastly, I love the way she moans. It goes straight to my cock.
Chapter Thirteen
Janelle
“Where are we going, Papi?” I’m confused. I thought we were going to Ekert and Sophie’s house this morning, but Papi has guided my stroller into the park near our house.
“Our appointment with Ekert isn’t for another hour. I thought you’d enjoy spending some time playing until then.”
I haven’t been to the park yet. Papi walked by it a few times, pushing me in my stroller, but he didn’t stop, and no one was there. This morning, there are several other Little girls playing while their Papis watch from benches nearby.
My anxiety creeps up, making my heart beat faster. I don’t want to wander away from Papi.
He parks my stroller and squats in front of me to unfasten my restraints. He must sense my unease because he lifts my fingers to his mouth and pricks three of them.
My anxiety ebbs as two girls skip toward me. They’re both smiling, but I start to panic. I haven’t had good experiences with other girls on Earth. They were never nice to me.