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 panting as he swirls his tongue around the tight bud. I’m on fire. I want something I can’t put my finger on.
I go cold when my mother’s voice fills my head. “Good girls do not let boys touch their private parts. Good girls do not play with their naughty parts either. Focus on your studies, Jane, otherwise you’ll end up pregnant like me and have to raise a baby you’re not ready for.”
I moan. It feels so good. I’m having very wicked thoughts.
My mother has been dead for a long time, and yet I can hear her tsking in my head. If she knew I was letting a man see me naked and touch my breasts, she would probably spank me herself even though, like I told Tekfan, I’m too old for spanking.
“Jane.” I flinch when I hear her voice again as if she’s in the room. “How many times have I told you not to let your eyes stray toward men. They only want one thing from you. You will never get anything in return. They will use you and leave you. Don’t be tempted by them.”
I was almost out of high school before I understood what that “one thing” was she spoke of. By then she had scared me so badly that I didn’t dare let boys touch me. I flinched when they even got close. And I never looked them in the eyes.
With Tekfan, I can’t seem to look away. He keeps dragging my attention back to him. And I’ve never felt this kind of naughty temptation. He pricks my nipple again and switches to torment the other one, sucking and licking and teasing it until I’m writhing. I think my private parts are leaking. Even though my diaper is wet, I’m aware of new moisture between my legs.
I cry out in frustration when he pierces my tender bud. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s done that. I’ve never heard of such a thing, but he said human men don’t have quills. Only Eleadians.
My traitorous nipple is pulsing. I’m squirming violently, but he’s undeterred because I’m far too small and weak to actually get away from him.
“Look at me, Baby girl,” he demands.
“It’s not right,” I mumble. “You’re tempting me.” Tears leak out of my eyes.
“Oh, Little one. Why the tears?”
My lip trembles as I suck in breath. “I’m not supposed to look at men. They are bad.”
“Who told you that, Little one?”
“My mother.” It almost sounds a bit mad now that I say it out loud, but it’s been pounded into me my entire life. I can’t believe I let him carry me around with my naked chest against his. I lost myself entirely for a while. I need to get my head on straight before he takes this further and I end up pregnant and alone.
“Janelle… Look at Papi. If I have to tell you again, I will remove this diaper and spank your naughty bottom.”
Chapter Four
Janelle
I flinch. I am naughty. Very naughty. I’m having thoughts my mother warned me against. Thoughts of letting him see my wicked body. It’s betraying me just like my mother warned would happen someday.
I need to tell him to stop touching me.
She told me. She warned me over and over that one day a man would make me forget myself. He would seem so nice and treat me like a queen, but underneath they are all liars and cheaters.
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping to block him out. His scent fills the room. I keep inhaling his essence or something. It’s powerful. My mother didn’t tell me about that part.
His touch, too. The way he’s gripping my wrists. He’s not hurting me. In fact, he’s stroking my skin with his thumbs.
“Such a stubborn Little girl. I’m going to take your diaper off, flip you over, and spank your bottom now, Janelle.”
My breath hitches. I open my mouth to stop him, but it’s too late. His hands have already come to the tabs on the sides of my diaper. Before I can protest either physically or verbally, he whisks it away and flips me onto my tummy.
I squirm, but his palm is huge and powerful on my lower back. My thoughts are so confusing. I can’t make sense of anything. I feel oddly cherished. He has reprimanded me, and now he’s going to spank me, and a part of me knows it’s for my own good.
A part of me craves this. I want to know what it will feel like for him to spank me.
He leans over my body, and a moment later, he lifts my hips and pushes a pillow under them, forcing my bottom into the air. He guides my hands to the small of my back and captures both of them in one of his.