Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Blessed angels. At least he’s not going to make a unilateral decision right here on the spot. I’m nervous and uncertain. Also, if they don’t stop touching my clit, I’m going to come. Wetness is leaking out of me and running down toward my bottom.
Ekert continues to tell Papi about other types of piercings. He’s no longer touching my clit, but he’s palpating my labia, and all I can do is hold my breath and pray for them to be done.
I turn toward Sophie. “Do you have other piercings?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Her cheeks grow pink. “I’m not that brave yet.”
Finally they are done, and Papi is sliding a clean diaper under my hips. “Thanks for all your advice. Go ahead and set the stones for her nipples and the ones for her ears.” He glances at me. “Do you like earrings that dangle, Baby girl?”
I nod.
“Let’s do that then,” he tells Ekert.
“I’ll get them set and let you know when they’re ready.”
“I’ll get back to you about any others we might want.”
I’m panting and wet and needy. Even though I shouldn’t like it when Papi makes me come in front of other people, I’m living in a new dimension where such things are not frowned upon. I kind of wish he had stroked my pussy some more before he put my diaper on.
“Let’s arrange a playdate for the girls in a few weeks when Sara is on her feet,” Ekert suggests as Papi unfastens me from the chair.
Papi scoops me into his arms. “That’s a great idea. She needs to make friends.”
I really like Sophie, so I’m excited. I wish my stupid legs would work faster. I vow to do all my exercises this afternoon. I want to walk. I’m tired of lying on my back.
Sophie waves goodbye from the doorway after Papi has me back in my stroller. “See you soon,” she calls out. Ekert has his hands on her shoulders, and I wonder if he’s as strict with her as Raevion is with me about opening the front door or going outside without permission.
I haven’t seen a single Little anywhere alone. In fact, the only place I’ve seen other women is at the park. None of them were alone. They all had a Papi hovering nearby. Papis really take protection to the extreme.
Papi walks back toward our house slowly.
I’m glad. I love the weather here. It’s perfect. And the colors. They are stunning. So vibrant, and there are so many more colors than I’ve ever seen. It’s breathtaking.
When we get back to the house, Papi lifts me out of the stroller and takes me out to the backyard. “I bet you’d like to lie in the sun for a while. It feels so nice out.” He spreads a blanket out on the grass with one hand while he holds me against him with the other. He’s so strong.
Finally, he lowers me to the blanket and sits next to me.
“I’m going to burn,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest. “I need sunscreen. Especially on my boobs.”
He taps my nipples one at a time, grinning. “You won’t burn here on Eleadia, Little one. I know the sun seems brighter, but our foods protect us. The formula you drink has properties that will protect your skin from the sun. I promise.”
“Huh. That’s interesting. Tell me more things about Eleadia. I want to learn everything.”
“Mmm… Let me see. You haven’t seen my duocruiser yet.”
I scrunch my brows. “Duocruiser?”
He nods. “It’s our form of transportation. It’s in the garage. We won’t need it very often because we can walk to most places, but when we need to go anywhere that’s a bit of a distance, we’ll take the duocruiser. It’s like the golf carts you have on Earth except people sit in them single file. It’s narrow. When I drive it, you will sit in a car seat behind me.”
I giggle. “That’s funny. Is there a single cruiser, too?”
“Yep. A solocruiser. Men who don’t have a mate yet own one. I traded mine in before I went to get you from Earth.”
I kick my feet out and wiggle my toes. “Look, Papi!”
He glances down at my feet. “You’re so strong, Little one, and getting stronger every day. And…” He leans in closer and kisses me, “…I’m hearing new tones in your voice.”
My eyes go wide. “You notice that kind of thing?”
“Of course.” He strokes my cheek. “I notice everything about you.”
“But only people who know music notice tones.” Now I’m wondering if Papi knows something about music or if Eleadian males just hear better.
Papi props himself on a hip next to me, sets his palm on my thigh, and kisses me. “I might know a thing or two about music. Will you sing for me, Little one?”
I swallow. “Now?”
“Yes. Your voice is so pretty. I miss it.”