Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Papi releases my hands and rubs my back while I tuck them up under my chest.
I’m sobbing, emotions wracking my body. After a minute, Papi rolls me gently toward him. He takes a wet cloth from Surgient’s hand and wipes my face. “I bet you needed a good cry, didn’t you, Little one?” He’s still so calm.
I nod, feeling chagrined. “I’m sorry I was naughty,” I tell him. A sudden thought horrifies me, and I open my eyes wide, staring at him. “Are you going to send me back to Earth?” What if I’m not worth it and he decides he doesn’t want me?
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “Never, Little one. Never. You’re mine. Besides the fact that there’s no returning once we get to Eleadia, you’re already bonded to me in a way that isn’t breakable. I know you can feel it too. I also know it’s hard for human females to accept the power of the bond. It’s unbreakable. We will never be apart from each other for centuries.”
I blink. He’s so certain.
He settles me so my burning ass is between his thighs as he cradles my naked body in his arms. “No matter how naughty you are, you will always be the most important thing in the universe to me. The center. When you need to be snuggled, I will hold you. When you need to be fed, I will feed you. When you need to be changed, I will change you. When you need to be disciplined, I will discipline you.”
I sniffle back the last of my tears. “I don’t need to be disciplined,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “I’m betting you’ll crave my palm on your bottom more often than most Little girls. You’re testing me. You’re wondering how far you can push me.”
I look away. Is he right?
“It’s okay. It’s normal. Some Little girls spend years testing their boundaries, making sure their Papis mean it when they say the bond is eternal. My feelings for you will never diminish, no matter how often you crave my palm on your bottom.”
He says that like I made the choice. I frown. “I don’t want you to spank me, Papi.”
He smiles warmly. “I bet you’ve been wondering what it would be like from the moment I suggested it. The scent of your arousal was and still is thick in the air.”
My face heats to a temperature similar to my ass cheeks. I purse my lips and shake my head, denial my current best friend. Finally, I tip my head back. “Can I have some clothes now?”
He takes a deep breath as he rubs my back. I’m starting to realize his deep breaths are the only sign I’ll probably ever get from him that he’s anywhere close to exasperated. The man is like calm waters on a clear day. Unflappable at all times.
“Little girls don’t wear clothes on Eleadia, Kendra.”
I stare at him. I blink. I must have misheard. I sit up straighter in his lap even though the act makes me wince from the spanking. My ass and my thighs are burning. “What do you mean?” My bottom lip trembles.
I’ve never been so emotional before. What’s come over me? I’ve lived a privileged life of luxury, and I’m aware of it. I’ve also always been aware that with that privilege came obligations I never felt inclined to fulfill. Especially marrying Brad. Nevertheless, I’m used to fine things.
I glance over my shoulder to find Surgient watching us. He’s sitting in a chair, waiting. Undoubtedly waiting to examine me needlessly for the millionth time.
I twist back to Papi, forcing myself to ignore Surgient. I’m naked in front of two men. I’ve orgasmed for them. I’ve cried. I’ve been disciplined like a child. My dignity is in tatters.
Papi keeps his arms around me. He probably thinks I’ll slink to the floor and take off running. He’s not wrong. I might if I have the chance. “For one thing,” he begins, “the weather on Eleadia is perfect all the time. Not hot and not cold. We don’t need clothes.”
I frown. “It’s like a nudist colony?”
He smiled. “I’ve heard of those. No. Not like that. Men wear loose pants like I’m wearing now. We have some footwear for when we leave the house.”
I interrupt him. “But what about women? Don’t you want to see me in sexy lingerie, pretty dresses, tight pants?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Those things don’t even exist. Like I’ve told you, our Little girls wear nothing but diapers.”
“Surely not forever.” My voice squeaks.
He nods. “Forever.”
Panic crawls up my spine. He’s told me this countless times now. I’m not willing to internalize it. I’m more alert now than I have been since I met him. I think I was ignoring him every time he explained this to me.
A comparison is taking root in my head. My life before and my new life. There are still a lot of variables I don’t know, but the ones I do know are mindboggling. No clothes?