Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“I’ll be good, Daddy. Papa.” I glance from one to the other and back.
Papa reaches out to loop a finger under the nylon strap at my tummy. Holding my gaze, he drags his finger up the entire length of the strap, causing his knuckle to graze over my nipple.
When my breath hitches and I rise onto my toes, Papa leans in close, kisses my forehead, and whispers, “Why do you enjoy submitting to us as an infant, Eloise?”
I shiver. “Because it makes me squirmy.”
He smiles and strokes my nipple again. “Good girl. Now, the ferry is about to dock. You will stay close and not tug on the harness, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Daddy says.
People start heading for the stairs that lead down from the upper deck even before the boat comes to a stop. I don’t really want to leave yet. For one thing, it feels so nice up here. The weather is perfect. But more importantly, I’m so nervous. This is a huge step.
I stay quiet as we disembark, sticking close to my Papa who took hold of the leash and left Daddy to carry the diaper bag and another backpack. As soon as we step off, Daddy also finds and collects our suitcases, and then they guide me toward a parking lot.
I want to look around, but I get nervous every time I do because we are surrounded by so many people, and even though intellectually I understand I’m not any different from any other Little girl or boy getting off the ferry, I still feel self-conscious about what I’m wearing—or not wearing.
The sun is setting. We were on a late afternoon ferry. The sky is so beautiful, and I twist around to look behind us because I still can’t get over how amazing the ocean is. It’s so huge, and the waves are so big.
“When can we see the beach, Papa?” I ask Tiago.
He chuckles. “You’ll be able to see it from the golf cart as we pull out of the parking lot, I think. But it’s too late to play in the sand tonight, sweet girl. I promise tomorrow morning we will hit the ground running.”
I tip my head back to look at him and giggle. “You said no running in the house.”
He tugs me closer to his side with a grip on the back of my harness, making my breath hitch. I’m not sure what his intention is until he kisses me on the nose.
Soon enough, we are at the golf cart my Daddies have rented for the week. I realize there are no cars on the island. All electric golf carts. Daddy unfastens my harness and leash and swings me up into the car seat on the back row before fastening me into yet another restraint system.
I’m starting to think my entire week is going to be one restraint system after another. Car seats, strollers, high chairs, harnesses… A five-point strap is most likely going to rub against my nipples and fit snug across my diaper half of my waking hours.
The truth is two things happen to me as soon as I’m restrained. One, I grow irrationally calm. I’m safe and secure, and I can’t escape. It’s soothing. Two, I start squirming at the same time. The restraints make me horny, and both my Papa and my Daddy know this.
Daddy drives, and as soon as he pulls out of the parking lot, he pulls off to the side of the road and points to the right side of the golf cart. “See the beach, Baby girl?
I twist around to look and gasp. There it is. Just like in pictures and the movies. Sand, the sunset, waves, and even a few lingering visitors who haven’t packed up to go home for the night yet.
“Is it what you expected?” Papa asks.
I nod slowly. “Except for the sound. There’s no way to recreate the sound or express it. I love it. Can we go there tomorrow? Please? I want to sit on the edge and let the waves come over me while I listen to it. It’s so pretty.”
“We sure can,” Daddy agrees. “If that’s what you want to do first, that’s what we’ll do. After a visit to the clinic of course.”
I turn my gaze toward him. “Why do we need to go to the clinic?”
“All Littles get full physicals and a file started for them with one of the pediatricians on the island.”
I frown. “But I’m not sick.”
“And we’d like you to stay that way. It’s one of the rules on the island, Eloise. No sense arguing with us about going to the doctor.”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir,” I grumble. How many other things did they not mention?
I only have a week here, and I don’t want to waste it in timeout, nor do I want to miss out on anything. So I turn back to the ocean and watch the waves again.