Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I’m moaning, overwhelmed by both pain and arousal. My eyes roll back, making it impossible to focus on Papi, which is why I don’t realize his intention before he squeezes my first breast again and spanks it just as hard.
I don’t recognize the sound coming out of me. It’s deep and choppy. I might be crying. The pain is intense. But my need to come is almost overpowering the sting.
“This pussy needs the same attention, doesn’t it, Baby girl?” he asks as he presses against my pelvis, pulling the hood back from my clit.
“Please… Papi…”
Instead of spanking between my legs, he bends over and sucks my clit into his mouth. A second later, he nicks my tender nub before releasing it.
The throbbing in my tits is still there, but now my clit is swollen and desperate. I need to come.
“Three more swats. This time to your pussy. Are you ready, naughty girl?”
I nod. I want that. I want him to spank my clit. I’m salivating over the idea.
The slight woosh of the small toy through the air is the only warning I have right before it strikes my most sensitive body part. A fraction of a second. The air leaves my lungs as I process the intense pain. Already my pussy is pulsing in protest. And before I can fully inhale, Papi spanks me there two more times.
It’s much more intense than when he did it with his palm on the mothership. The square at the end of the crop is precise. He must have practiced striking some other objects for the last six months, perfecting the ability to hit just right.
Papi sets the crop down, grips my inner thighs, and leans closer to blow against my pussy.
That’s all it takes for me to come. I was hovering on the very edge, and now I’m writhing and moaning as my orgasm consumes me. My channel clenches around nothing while my clit has developed its own heartbeat, pulsing wildly over and over.
I’m partially aware that I’m also smiling. Totally blissed out. I may be a very strange human, but I’m so glad I went into Club Zoom that night. When I try to imagine a life without Papi, I feel nothing but sad.
This is my new life. I’ll never regret it. Not that I have any choice in the matter. Except in a way I do. I chose to take that dare. I chose to follow through with it. I knew when I entered the club I could be selected. I took that risk. I did it because I didn’t care if I left Earth never to look back.
And I’m so happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Zingar
My Little girl is adorably disgruntled when I strap her into her high chair. She frowns and complains because I’ve started restraining her wrists to her sides before putting the tray on.
“Papi…”
We’ve been through this many times in the past few days.
“I promise I won’t get my hands in the way.”
I tap her nose. “I know you won’t, naughty girl. You can’t because they’re secured against your hips,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “But I can feed myself.”
Around and around we go. It always starts with her insisting she won’t try to take the spoon from me and then turns to this other direction where she argues she doesn’t need me to feed her at all.
I’m not angry. I’ll never get angry with her. She’s found her voice, and I’m so glad that she’s healthy and happy that I don’t care if she’s sassy and whines. It’s a game we play. She tests me so that she can prove to herself that no matter how naughty she is, I will never turn my back on her. Nor will I ever get so frustrated that I snap.
This is what my girl needs, and she’ll get it from me even if she continues to whimper and protest for two hundred years.
I’ve learned that it’s hard for her to ask me to spank her. I’ve explained that anytime she feels like she needs to feel the sharp sting of my crop or my palm she can just make the request. But my mate prefers to misbehave.
It’s cute. She never does anything that’s actually unsafe. That’s how I know she’s just using her naughty behavior to fulfill her needs. She doesn’t open the front door or drag a chair to the counter and climb up to a dangerous height. She hasn’t opened a knife drawer or played with an electrical socket.
No. My girl likes to backtalk or whine. She argues about things that I know don’t bother her like me feeding her or bathing her. She loves when I take care of her. I know this because I can scent it on her. Bailey simply uses any opportunity to push me for a punishment.