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)
“Please…” I beg. “I need to use the bathroom. I’m seriously going to wet myself.”
“You’ll never use a bathroom again, Janelle. We don’t have restrooms on my planet. You’ll learn to use a diaper.” He brings his free hand to my stomach and presses against my bladder. I only know this because I almost lose control and wet myself.
I squirm and buck against him. “No. I don’t want to use a diaper. Please let me go potty.”
His hand slides up to my breast, and I gasp as he grips it. Before I can imagine what his intention is, he bends his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I’m so mortified that I can’t breathe, and my horror doubles when he pricks my nipple with that quill thingy. My nipple. I hate him seeing my chest, but I hate even more that his attention feels kind of good.
In seconds, my entire body relaxes. It’s not just that. It’s more. Something is happening to me. I don’t understand it. I want him to keep touching my swollen bud.
He does that thing again where he meets my gaze and holds it. I’m in a trance, and my breath hitches when his thumb grazes over my tight nipple.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Deep breaths. Submit to Papi.”
He switches his palm to my other breast, cups it gently, and strokes over the tight bud until it matches its twin—hard and tingling. There’s a fluttering in my stomach. It feels like I swallowed a beehive. And my private parts are tingling like my nipples.
My breath hitches when the man pinches the hard tip. It hurts, but at the same time a rush of blood seems to head for my sex. What’s happening to me?
When he releases my nipple, his hand trails down to my tummy, and he once again pushes against my bladder. “Wet your diaper for Papi, Little one. Let it go.”
All I can focus on is the fact that he pinched one nipple and pricked the other one. I arch my chest off the bed because some bizarre part of me wants him to make them match.
“You need to pee yourself, Baby girl.” His voice is sterner. “Do you need Papi to spank your bottom?”
I gasp. All the air leaves my lungs. Spank me? It seems like a reasonable thing for him to say considering the fact that I’m wearing a diaper. Suddenly, I realize maybe he thinks I’m much younger than my age. I know I look it. I’m so small, and I’m underweight. I’ve never had enough boobs to even warrant wearing a bra, but I’ve always worn one because my mother reprimanded me when I didn’t.
This man must think I’m about ten years old. I lick my lips. “I’m not a baby.”
“I know you’re not, Little one. I saw your license. You turned twenty-four recently. But on my planet males take care of their females in every way. You will always be coddled and doted on by me.”
He somehow manages to squeeze my bladder just right, making me lose total control and wet myself. I’m mortified, and he’s smiling like I just did the most impressive thing he’s ever seen.
“That’s a good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It’s icky.”
He chuckles, the vibrations causing my entire body to tremble as if it’s responding to him. The fluttering continues.
“Is your name Papi?” I ask to distract myself from all the things happening at once—top among them the wet diaper grossing me out and the way my body craves his attention.
“No. My name is Tekfan, but you’ll call me Papi. It’s a term of endearment Little girls use on Eleadia.”
“Tekfan… That’s an odd name.”
“All of our names are unusual to humans.”
“You’re not human?”
“No. My people look like humans in many ways, but we have distinct differences. One is the quill. Another is our size.”
I slowly nod. I want the icky diaper off, but I don’t want Tekfan to remove it, and I’m worried that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Sure enough, he palms the soaked material and rises from leaning over me. “Let’s get you changed.”
Now that my arms are free, I reach down and shove at his hands. “No,” I whine. It’s one thing for him to have stripped me naked and put it on me while I was unconscious. It’s another thing for me to be aware of him seeing my body.
He gently wraps his huge fingers around my wrists and guides them to my sides before leaning over my body and capturing one of my nipples with his mouth again. The opposite one from before.
I arch my chest toward him. I don’t understand why, but I really like it when he licks my nipples.
He captures the little bud with his teeth and pierces it, lingering longer than he had the first time. It should hurt. It does hurt. But I find myself wanting him to do it again.