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)
Surgient gently parts her folds and lifts the hood off her clit. “Did you have your hair waxed off recently, Little one? Or have you had it removed by lasers?”
“It’s waxed, Sir. Brad…” She stops herself.
I rub her breasts. “Finish your sentence, Little one.”
She swallows. “He had an appointment to start laser treatments. I kept changing it. I heard it’s painful.” She jerks her gaze to me. “Will you make me do that?”
I ache deep inside for what that scum did to my precious Little girl. He was obviously cruel and unkind in every way. “No. We don’t use that method.” My words are curt because I’m angry.
Surgient opens a tube of what I know is hair remover and spreads it all over her mons and down around her tight bottom hole.
“What is that?” she asks.
“Remember to be polite,” I remind her.
She arches her hips the scant millimeter possible. “Please, Sir. What is that? It tingles.”
I answer for the doctor. “It’s a cream that will seep into your pores and prevent hair from growing back. Far less painful than laser treatments, and you’ll only need to do it this once.”
“Oh. Why?”
I stroke her breasts again, mostly because it makes her breath hitch and distracts her when she’s distressed. “Little girls on Eleadia don’t have hair on their pussies. It would trap moisture inside your diaper.”
Her jaw drops. “You don’t mean for me to wear a diaper all the time, do you? I thought maybe it was just because of the sedative.”
“From now on, you’ll always be diapered, Baby girl. It’s our custom.”
Her cheeks turn dark pink. She looks like she wants to argue, but the concept of wearing a diaper at her age is so foreign to her she can’t even find the words. Finally, she manages. “Do I get a say in this?”
I shake my head. “No, Little one.”
She jerks her gaze to the ceiling, muttering, “How is this new life different from my old?”
It hurts me. I know she will grow to understand, but it still stings right now. I’m nothing like her father or her controlling boyfriend. Neither of them had her best interests at heart when they set down irrational rules for her. Whoever the Brad fellow was, he had no right to alter her body so he could show her off to his friends. He was never doing it for her. He was selfish and controlling.
Surgient swipes the ointment from her pussy and cleans her with another cloth. “There. You’ll never have to wax or laser again.”
“Small favors,” she grumbles. “Waxing hurts, and it’s embarrassing.”
One point for me?
“Have you had a vaginal exam before?” Surgient asks next.
I know Kendra is going to be uncomfortable with the next series of questions, but it’s important that I know her history.
She groans in frustration before sighing. “Yes, Sir. Once. Last month. The doctor put an IUD in me.”
I flinch. Crap. She won’t need that. I look at Surgient. “Will she be in pain after you take it out?”
Surgient sighs too. “Typically, it might hurt, yes, but she should be able to travel without issue. I’ll want to monitor her for several hours to make sure there’s no excessive bleeding before you go though.”
I nod. “That’s fine. I’d rather be sure she’s safe than in a hurry to leave. If necessary, an extra day or two won’t change the course of our lives.”
“Why would you take it out?” she squeaks, lifting her head again. “It’s fine. It was painful putting it in. I don’t want it out.”
Surgient pats her inner thigh on the side opposite the IV. “You don’t need a contraceptive on Eleadia, Little one. You can’t get pregnant from Bialar. We aren’t compatible enough for pregnancy.”
“Oh.” She looks at me.
“Does that upset you?” I ask. This is always a concern when we claim a female.
“No.” She shakes her head. “I never wanted kids. Brad did, but on his damn timeline.” She’s angry. With Brad.
Another point for me. Thank the universe.
“I’ll wait to remove the IUD at the end of the exam,” Surgient declares. “I’ll go ahead and swab you for STDs now. How many partners have you had besides this Brad?” he asks.
All the blood drains from her face as she stares at him. It’s an odd reaction I can’t wrap my head around. Has she had sex with so many people she can’t count them? It shouldn’t really matter. She won’t remember them at all after she’s been with me. But I feel tense.
I shouldn’t be surprised. By human standards, I’ve mated a female who is the gold standard among men on Earth. Blond. Sexy. Makeup perfectly applied. Expensive clothes that accentuated every inch of her frame.
Kendra’s face is tight as she responds. “I never had sex with that asshole,” she grits out. “Thank God. And he can’t get me now.”