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 getting better, but when he picks me back up, it’s like all the stress of trying so hard to be good piles up, and I end up squeezing the life out of him to make up for not touching him for however long our separation was.
I’m doing that now. Not because I spent time several yards away at the park, though. This time my anxiety is fully warranted. Papi knows it. He doesn’t even try to loosen my grip.
When Ekert opens the door, Sophie is right behind him, holding his leg. It makes me wonder if she’s always that close to him, touching him. She has been both times I arrived. Maybe I’m not the only Little girl who likes to be touching her Papi as often as possible.
Papi doesn’t even try to put me down. He has one arm under my bottom and the other wrapped around my waist, rubbing my back.
“Come on back,” Ekert says. “Most Littles like to get this over with. The longer they spend fretting about it, the more anxious they feel.”
I agree with that.
Papi carries me through the display room we visited last time and then into the piercing room. The big chair in the middle is ominous. It’s so high off the floor, and it has lots of straps.
“Papi…” I whimper.
He slides his hand up to the back of my neck. “I will be with you the entire time. In fact, I will be the one to numb your nipples, remember?”
I nod. “But it’s still scary.”
“I know it is, Little one. New things are always scary. Just think, you only have to do this one time. Never again.”
“Technically I have to do it two times, Papi,” I sass.
He chuckles. “Silly girl.”
Papi sets me on the chair. “Lean back, Baby girl.”
“Wait.” I grip Papi’s forearm. “Can I see them first?”
He cups my face. “You can see them after. I promise the stones are the same ones we looked at. It will only make you more nervous if you stall.”
I sigh. He’s right. I’m shaking as I lower to my back.
Papi lifts my hands over my head and restrains my wrists just like he does when he changes my diaper.
I start breathing heavily when Ekert places a strap above my breasts and another one below them. He cinches them tightly so I can’t move. I feel a panic attack coming on. My voice is thready as I call out, “Papi…”
“I’m right here, Baby girl.” He leans over and kisses me before trailing his lips to my ear. “Right here,” he repeats before nicking my neck behind my ear.
In two seconds, I feel calmer.
Ekert restrains me in two more places—across my hips and then my thighs. Even with the serum Papi injected me with, I feel like the room is starting to blur.
Suddenly Sophie is leaning over my face. “I’ll hold your hands.” She grips both my hands with one of hers. It feels nice. She’s very kind. I wonder if she does this for all the Little girls.
Papi strokes the top of my head. “I’m going to prick your nipples now.”
“You better give me a double dose just to be sure,” I whine.
He smiles. “I’ll give you plenty, Little one.” He sets one hand on my tummy and lowers his lips to my nipple. Instead of injecting me with his numbing serum right away, he suckles for a while. By the time he pricks my skin, I’m panting and horny.
I lift my head and see that my nipple is swollen and hard. I can’t feel it, but it’s really big from him tormenting it.
“Lower your head, Baby girl,” Papi commands.
When I do, he sets his palm on my forehead, anchoring me.
It seems like five seconds later that I flinch when I hear a strange popping sound. “What was that?”
Papi smiles. “That was the piercing gun. The first one is done.”
I try to lift my head. I want to see it. But Papi pulls something over my forehead and secures me in like the millionth spot. He leans over and suckles my other nipple like its twin. I’m ready for the prick of his quill this time. He must have used some calming serum, too, because my stress eases.
I flinch just as much when the sound of the second piercing fills my ears. Relief consumes me. At least it’s over. I’m not sure how I feel about the results yet, but at least I’ll never have to deal with the anxiety of preparing to have it done again.
It takes the two men only a few seconds to release all my straps, and then Papi helps me sit upright.
I take a deep breath and lower my head. A shudder makes my entire body shake so hard that the gemstones bounce. It’s surreal. I can’t believe I just got my nipples pierced. Not with tiny little discreet barbells, either. The hoops and maroon stones look like boulders.