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 used to being secured like this. It’s not unusual. But this room, this chair, and the reason we’re here is enough to make me panic.
Papi places a kiss on my lips and then tips my head to the side and licks a spot on my neck before injecting me. An instant calm rushes through my body. He wasn’t stingy about the dose. There’s no amount of serum that could possibly erase my nerves entirely, though. He hasn’t cleared my brain of all information. I’m still well-aware of what’s about to happen.
Ekert moves around, strapping me down in about ten different places. He cinches every single restraint as tight as possible, making me completely immobile, which is probably good. I certainly wouldn’t want to flinch while he’s piercing me in such intimate places.
“I’ll start with your ears, Little one,” Ekert says gently. “Would you like Sophie to hold your hands?”
“Yes, please.” It seems like a good idea for someone to at least commiserate with me. I wonder how many piercings she has.
She stands on a stool near my head and clasps my hands with one of hers. “Squeeze if you need to, but you won’t feel a thing. I promise. Your Papi will numb you everywhere first. The only way you’ll know when each piercing occurs will be the slight pop as they enter your skin.”
I look at her. She’s super sweet, and I bet she’s watched a lot of women get their nipples pierced. But how many of the others have had their pussies also pierced? I don’t think I want to know.
I hold my breath as Ekert tips my head to one side. “Hold her steady.”
Papi takes over, gripping my cheeks and the top of my head.
Ekert swipes something over my ear. “I don’t think you need your earlobes numbed, Little one. You’ll just feel a quick pinch.”
I flinch when I hear the pop. A sharp burn is followed by my earlobe feeling hot.
Papi kisses my temple. “Good girl.” He turns my head the other way, and Ekert repeats the process.
I’m panting. “Owie.”
Papi smiles at me. “I’ll numb the other locations, Baby girl.”
I whimper. “Maybe another day…”
He kisses me on the lips again. “Eleven more. It will be over in no time.”
This is madness. No one would do this on Earth. I doubt there are many people with this many piercings at all, and they certainly wouldn’t do them all on the same day.
Papi grips one of my breasts and leans over. He suckles my nipple for a moment before pricking the tip.
I’m so used to him nicking my skin in every intimate place that I’m unphased by that part. I’m only slightly aware of Ekert pinching my nipple hard a few seconds before he lines the gun up with my angry bud and…pop.
I flinch before lifting my head to look down. Ohmygod. The hoop looks enormous, and so does the stone. I know I’m exaggerating, but I can’t believe this is happening.
Sophie squeezes my hands, and I drop my head back down and look at the ceiling.
Papi pricks the other nipple, and before I know it, there’s another pop. I don’t look. I’m too nervous about what comes next.
My legs are already restrained wide open, secured so tightly that I can’t move a millimeter. Papi moves down to remove my diaper, and then he cleans my skin, leaving me exposed and more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt at any doctor’s visit.
He comes between my legs and palms my inner thighs. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
I sniffle as I lower my gaze.
“You know you want this. You’ve craved it from the moment Dankin first mentioned it on the mothership. If I didn’t believe in my soul I was doing the right thing, I wouldn’t continue.” He strokes a finger through my folds. “You’re soaking wet, Baby girl. You need to do this. Your pussy is going to be so pretty with all these tiny yellow stones dangling from it.”
I can’t catch my breath as I hold his gaze. I trust him. He would not go through with this if he didn’t know it was the right thing for me. I’m just embarrassed to indirectly admit he’s right. I need every one of those hoops through my labia.
I’m not a cusser, but they will symbolize a sort of fuck you to my old life. In a way, the piercings are a symbol of freedom. Ironic since they most definitely exist to demonstrate my Papi’s power over me. His dominance. My total submission.
There’s something so very freeing in submitting my will to his. He’s my lifemate. He loves me more than I ever imagined being loved. He loves me more than anyone on Earth ever could have had the capacity to care for me.
Papi will dote on me for centuries. He will make sure I’m safe and fulfill all my needs—especially the sexual ones. Piercing me so many times shows his dedication to me and our bond.