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 worried that my separation anxiety might be worse after we have sex. I’ll be even more nervous about something happening to him than I am now. My existence depends on him. Without him, I would not want to keep on living.
I’m staring up at my world, my universe.
He’s holding my gaze hostage. He licks his lips, and I melt with his next words. “I love you to infinity, Janelle.”
“I love you to infinity and back, Papi.”
“You’re mine,” he growls. I love it when he says that. “You’re mine to nurture and care for. Mine to discipline. Mine to feed and bathe and change. Mine to rock and read to. Mine to carry and hug. Mine to worship for as long as we live.”
“Yes, Papi.” I’m breathless.
“You’ll do as I say, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I know he means right now. He means he intends to claim me in his way, and he wants me to obey him.
It’s what I want more than anything in the universe: to obey him. I want to please him. I want to see the look in his eyes when he’s proud of me. Granted, he never looks at me as though he’s disappointed. He doesn’t ever feel that way about me even when I’m at my naughtiest.
Still holding my head back, he uses his other hand to fondle one of my nipples. “You’ll wear these for the rest of your life with pride.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do your best to make sure they’re always on display. Keep your chest forward. Keep your hands out of the way so everyone can see them. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yes, Papi.” My pussy is dripping down my thighs. My ardor had waned a tiny bit, but it’s fully back now. He does that to me with his words. He’s ignoring his enormous erection to give me this little speech.
It’s like he’s reciting wedding vows—the ones I would be saying to him.
“You’ll trust me to make decisions for you. When I put you in your playpen, you’ll accept that it’s for a reason. You won’t question me. It doesn’t matter what my reason is. Maybe I need to fix you a bottle or prepare a meal. Maybe I need to get some work done. Maybe I will put you in your playpen because I recognize you need some separation.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m trembling under his dominance. This is the most commanding he’s ever been. I’m not scared. In an odd way, I’m relieved. It’s calming to know that Papi will make all decisions for me. That might not be something I could have grasped on Earth because it’s not a usual sensation for humans. Sure, some people probably live in a very dominant dynamic, but not many. No one I ever met.
“You’ll accept my discipline when you misbehave. You’ll take your bottles when they’re offered and eat the foods I prepare for you when the time is right. You’ll nap when I say it’s time. You’ll keep your diapers wet and empty your bowels without complaint.”
“Yes, Sir.” I find myself parting my knees and flipping my hands over so my palms are facing upon my thighs. It feels natural and deeply submissive. Maybe I’ve seen this position somewhere before.
He strokes my breast. “Such a good girl.”
I beam with pride. I want to be his good girl. I haven’t been as good as I know I can be. I’ve made him worry a lot since we got to his planet. I’ve scared him. I’ll do better.
“Do your nipples hurt, Janelle?” He gives a tug to one of the hoops, causing me to sway forward.
“No, Sir.”
He pulls on the other one next. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pain from these new piercings. If they’re sore, I will numb them.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to numb them, Papi. I want to feel everything tonight. I don’t mind if they’re a little sore. It’s a good kind of sore. The kind of sore I feel when you spank my bottom or pull my hair.”
He gives my hair another tug, emphasizing my words. “The good kind, huh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay, Baby girl. Come up on your knees.”
I rise off my ankles, giving me slightly more height.
Papi releases the tight grip on my hair and cups my face before leaning down to kiss me. Not a peck but a passionate melding of lips and tongues that doesn’t end and makes me squirm.
I sway so hard that I have to grab his thighs to stay on my knees. I’m panting when he releases my lips. “I love you, Baby girl.”
“I love you, too, Papi.”
He inches backward and surprises me by lowering onto his back. My gaze roams to his erection because it’s impossible to ignore. It’s so prominent and standing straight up. It’s so huge that I start to panic. How is it going to go inside me?