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 doesn’t move an inch or say a word.
I kiss her cheek. “The sensation you get when I pinch your naughty little titties is going to quadruple after they’re pierced. The next time I tweak them, the little hoops running through them will make that pain spike. And”—I smile at her—“your pussy will clench down so hard your head will spin.”
She gasps. One point for Papi. I hold her gaze, waiting for her need to wane before I release her thighs.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she murmurs.
“What question was that, Baby girl?” I know exactly what question we’re discussing, but I like to make her squirm.
She gives an exasperated sigh. “Can Papis hear better than humans?”
“Hmmm. You’re wondering if Kalbrac could hear Clara say fuck from over by the sandbox?”
She narrows her gaze, glaring at me.
I kiss her again. “Baby girl, I’m not going to answer that question, but I can tell you that he didn’t need to hear her. None of us needed to hear anything you three said to guess the topics. The fact that you all kept glancing over at us and then leaning in to whisper was all the evidence we needed. You’ll never be able to keep secrets from Papi. Even if you tried, your body language would give you away. If I caught you telling me fibs, I would punish you in a way that would ensure you never did so again, so maybe don’t try it.”
She cocks her head to one side. “By spanking me?”
I chuckle. “Nope. That would never be effective. You enjoy having your bottom swatted too much for it to be an actual deterrent. I have far better ways to punish you that will be more effective.”
“Like teasing my bottom with that stupid dildo?”
“Exactly. If you’re really naughty, I could tie you down and drive you to the edge of orgasm over and over until you cry.” I lift a brow.
“Papi…” she whines.
“Maybe don’t do naughty things,” I suggest.
She blows out a long breath.
“Any other questions?”
“You didn’t answer the first one,” she grumbles.
“Nope. Not going to answer that one. I’ll let you wonder.” I stand and round to the back of the stroller. We need to get to our appointment, but more importantly, I need her to not be able to see my expression while I gloat.
I didn’t realize the Littles speculate about our hearing abilities. How cute. Leverage. I’ll have to tell my friends what I’ve learned. It’s probably better if the girls wonder.
Chapter Fifteen
Janelle
I’m nervous when we arrive at Ekert’s. I’m sure every woman is when they come here. Pierced nipples is a thing on Earth, but it’s not that common. I’ve never personally known anyone with pierced nipples. They’re kind of hard to hide even through clothes.
Papi lifts me out of the stroller, and I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, partly out of habit, partly out of fear, partly because I just like to be this close to him.
“Maybe I could just get tiny little barbells or itty bitty hoops,” I suggest as he heads for the front door.
He chuckles. “We don’t have those here, Little one. The focal point is the stones, and the fact that they dangle and sway is part of the purpose. They serve as a constant reminder that you’re mine.”
“I don’t need a reminder,” I whimper.
He hugs me closer. “Every time you feel them bounce or swing, you’ll think of me and our bond. You’ll wear them proudly as a symbol of your commitment to me.”
I inhale deeply. When he puts it that way… How does he always have an explanation for everything? I sort of get it. On Earth if a woman told her husband she didn’t want to wear a wedding ring, he would most likely be hurt or concerned about her commitment. It can go the other way, too, but there’s a bit of a double standard, as there is in all things. Not as many men wear wedding bands as women. “It’s kinda sexist, you know. I don’t see any men with nipple piercings.”
I know I have my pouty face on again. It’s not the first time today. I’m working on perfecting it. Also, I’m aware that Papi gets soft on me when I pout. Not that he backs down, but he always stops to explain himself, which endears me to him a little more and makes him seem like a god. Which they don’t worship on this planet.
Papi has not knocked on the door yet. We’re standing on the porch, but I have his full attention. I’m sure Ekert is well-aware we’re out here because he can sense us or scent us or maybe even hear us. But Eleadians are too polite to interrupt.
“Janelle…” He lifts my chin. “Look at Papi.”
I meet his gaze and take a deep breath.