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)
She draws in a sharp breath. “That’s mean, Papi. You can’t use that quill against me to get what you want.”
I lift a brow and grin. “Of course I can. I’m bigger than you,” I tease. My girl’s scent is so strong, and she’s kicking her legs and arching her chest and hips as high as she can. She’s so amazing. I’m so fucking lucky.
“Papi…”
“Your options are to let me help you work on your strength or to go down for a nap. You choose.”
She pouts. “Fine. Help me learn to walk, Papi.”
Chapter Nineteen
Six days later…
Sara
I’ve worked my booty off to get to this point. Papi and the doctors say I’m stronger than any other Little ever has been on day ten. I knew I could do it. I had a lot of motivation. I didn’t like lying on my back day after day. I wanted to be able to push myself upright, crawl, and finally walk.
Papi has his back to me as I surf the furniture. He has told me ten times a day that I may not climb up onto it. I haven’t tried because I don’t relish the idea of being spanked.
It’s not that I didn’t like him spanking me. I loved it. Too much. The only spanking I’ve had was the trial one he did to show me what it would feel like. I came so hard afterward I could see stars.
Ever since then, any time I’ve thought about his palm on my bottom, I’ve had to clench my pussy in an effort to keep the scent of my arousal from flooding Papi’s nostrils. It never works, though. I can’t fool him. He smirks at me when he knows I’m aroused.
When Papi threatens me with a naughty-girl spanking for breaking his rules, I stop that behavior immediately because the thought of him swatting my bottom and not giving me relief afterward makes me toe the line on every one of his rules.
In other words, Papi’s rules may be absurd to me, but his method of discipline is effective enough to keep me from breaking them.
I reach the edge of the couch, hesitate, and let go. I’m so proud of myself for taking my first tentative step that I start giggling.
Papi spins around from where he stands at the counter in the kitchen area. He drops whatever was in his hands and rushes toward me. “Sara!”
I hold out my hands to keep my balance, swaying just a bit but managing not to fall on my face or my ass. “I’ve got it, Papi! I’m doing it!”
He stops short of sweeping me off the floor, which I can tell was his initial intention. Instead he squats down a few feet from me, wearing a broad smile, and holds out his hands.
I feel like an actual babe taking my first steps. I can’t possibly remember what it was like since I was probably ten months old, but I bet it was much like this. Regaining my strength after six months in stasis is no joke.
I wobble a bit, making Papi wince, but I take four more steps to get to him, and then I’m in his arms.
Papi lifts me off my feet and swings me through the air in a circle until I’m dizzy and giggling harder. “You did it.” He kisses all over my face before finally holding me so my naked chest is against his, my breasts pressing into his pecs.
Every time he flattens us together front-to-front like this, my skin tingles all over. I’m giddy, and he’s beaming.
My goal was to walk as soon as possible for one simple reason—I knew Papi wouldn’t have sex with me until I could do so. He has given me numerous orgasms with his fingers and his mouth, but I long to have him inside me. His cock, not his tongue or his fingers. Those are nice, too, but I want the real deal. I want to feel as close to him as I did that night. I crave it like water in a desert.
“Will you have sex with me now?” I ask boldly.
Papi chuckles. “Now? This second?”
I nod. “You said if I walked…”
His laughter fills the room as he nuzzles my neck and kisses behind my ear. A second later, he pierces the sensitive spot behind my ear, driving my arousal higher than it’s been in days.
Papi hasn’t nicked me like that for several days. He didn’t want to tempt me or tease me, but apparently all bets are off now. He carries me from the room and into his bedroom where he gently lowers me onto the middle of the mattress on his enormous bed.
Without a word, he removes my diaper and stares down at me while he grabs a cloth from the nightstand. I whimper while he takes his time wiping my skin before dropping his lips to my nipple and nicking me again.