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’ve been swatting her nipples and her clit at least once a day. She loves the sting. And my Little girl is going to lose her sweet mind when we get all her piercings in place.
We haven’t discussed my plans yet because there was no need. I’m simply going to tell her that we’re leaving right before we head to Ekert’s.
I’ve spoken to Ekert several times. He sent me pictures of the stones he and Sophie have chosen. Thirteen of them. It’s excessive, but we’re doing it. All at once. Today.
I told Bailey we would discuss piercings after she’d been here two weeks. That’s today, but there will be no discussion. If I thought she really objected to the idea, that would be different. But my girl goes wild when I prick her skin in every one of those locations.
We haven’t had sex yet because waiting until today for that was also important. I’ve spent a lot of time between her legs, though, usually when she’s on the changing table. I don’t miss any opportunity to lower my mouth to her pussy and pierce her labia all up and down her folds.
I don’t numb my girl before I prick her, so she’s beyond prepared to accept the hoops. After a few strategically placed numbing injections, she’ll be able to get all eight hoops along her labia—four on each side—without feeling a thing.
Several things are going to happen before that this morning, though. Starting with my girl whining about her secured wrists.
I calmly grab the back of her hair, pull her head back to elongate her neck and make her feel vulnerable, and then kiss a line down her neck and chest until I reach a nipple. Without warning, I hold her little bud with my teeth and push my quill into her areola.
Bailey cries out in fake protest.
Her pretty nipple is swollen and throbbing when I release it, and I flick my tongue over the tip to reinforce my punishment.
Is it really a punishment, though? No. Not at all. If I checked her pussy, I would find it soaked. I can smell her essence filling the room.
“Papi…” Bailey pushes her bottom lip out and pouts.
I chuckle as I settle in front of her with a plate of food. I’m still processing everything I feed her so that it’s a soft consistency. I’m not willing to give her anything solid that would require actually chewing. It will be months before I do that. For now, she’s stuck with spoonfuls of relatively bland foods that won’t upset her tummy.
We’re up to three today. Her variety is growing. I’m also reintroducing formula soon. That scares me more than one food at a time since it’s hard to know for sure if the ingredient that’s been removed is the correct one. But the doctors assure me that my mate has suffered no actual harm from the months she was sustained with the original formula. It simply made her lethargic.
“Are you going to be a good girl now while I feed you?”
“Humph.” She rolls her pretty eyes.
“After breakfast, how about if I braid your hair?” I’ve been working on my skills. It’s in the Papi handbook, but I’m not great at fixing her hair yet. Mostly because it’s so curly that it’s hard for me to get ahold of it properly.
She giggles. “You can try.”
I laugh. “Naughty girl.”
“What’s the green food?” she asks, her feet swinging.
I know she’s excited every time I add a food. Eating nothing but chimspa would get boring in a hurry. “It’s called scorven.” The third food on her plate is orange—talmiac. I added that one four days ago.
“What if I don’t like it?” she asks.
“Then we’ll ditch it and find something you do like, Baby girl. You know that. I will ask that you try it several times first. Every new food is going to be odd to you. Nothing is going to taste like anything you’ve ever had.”
“Okay.” She sighs dramatically. “I really thought the talmiac was going to be like sweet potatoes. It looks just like pureed baby food. It doesn’t taste like sweet potatoes, though.”
I’m not overly familiar with the foods humans eat on Earth. We study them but only in passing because we never eat their foods while we are on Earth, so there’s no really good reason to learn much about them.
I offer her a small bite of scorven.
She scrunches her eyes while she tastes it and swallows. “Hmmm. I think it’s okay. Kind of like a cross between green beans and broccoli maybe.”
I feed her a larger bite, trying not to let myself get nervous. Every Papi has to worry when introducing new foods, but in my case the stress is compounded by her reaction to the formula.
Feeding my mate in her high chair isn’t quite as satisfying as bottle feeding her. It’s not as intimate since she’s not cradled in my lap. But it’s still bonding, especially with her secured in the chair. Her breasts are front and center, tempting me.