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)
I can’t believe this is happening. Last night, I was a desperate woman looking for any way out of an arranged marriage. Today I belong to this man. Bialar. We’ve moved through the first ten stages of a relationship at lightening pace. He’s seen me naked more than I ever thought my husband would in a year.
Bialar loves my body just the way it is. He’s not going to drag me to the gym every day for a session with a personal trainer because “I need to firm up and get toned.” He’s not going to insist I have my breasts cut open so that silicone implants can enlarge my chest.
He is going to have my nipples pierced though, and that thought is scary, but the idea of wearing nipple rings makes me arch higher.
Papi thrusts his tongue into my pussy. He holds me steady with both palms so I can’t squirm out of his reach. He forces me to accept what he’s giving me.
I want it. I want to come against his mouth. Maybe I’m not as prim and proper as I’ve been raised to be. Maybe I’m actually a bit dirty. I don’t care. I’ve never felt this much sensation in my life. I want to feel alive like this every day.
I’m floating higher and higher in the room as my need grows until waves of release crash into me, making me cry out as deep pulses drive me seemingly higher, farther, until my vision blurs. And then I’m falling. Panting. Sated. I’ve never felt anything like that before. The strongest orgasm of my life was just bestowed upon me by a man I just met who has strapped me down and claimed me as his own.
Admitting he might be right is hard, but I don’t have to because Papi distracts me moments later by nicking my pussy with his quill.
For a second, I panic, but all I feel is euphoria. Waves of pleasure.
He nicks me again. And again. Both my labia and then I think he pierces my clit. That should make me panic, but it doesn’t. He’s prolonging my pleasure as if I’m still in the middle of the mind-blowing orgasm.
When he finally lifts his mouth, he smiles at me. “Sleep, Little one. I’ll see you soon.”
I’m smiling too as I succumb to the need to close my eyes. I drift off to thoughts of Papi shattering my beliefs about pleasure. In fact, I’m still twitching the final stages of my prolonged release as I fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Bialar
It’s been two weeks since my Little girl returned to me. Six months and two weeks since she’s smiled at me like she did on that changing table in the starship.
I had hoped she would wake up with that memory lingering, and maybe she did, but her fear overshadowed it so fast that it vanished. She panicked when she realized I hadn’t been kidding about her immobility.
She’s been angry ever since. Frustrated. It’s not unusual. Most Little girls go through this stage. Some have a harder time than others.
She’s been hiding. From me. From life. She hides behind the pacifier. I’m certain she got her voice back by the end of the second day, but she refuses to use it. She hardly looks at me.
It’s like she’s in mourning. That can happen. Even though she wasn’t pleased with her previous life, the reality that she can never go back is stark and difficult to swallow.
I’m here for her. It’s all I can do. Let her process. She’s been inside her head doing that for two weeks.
Luckily, she eats when I hold a bottle to her lips but probably only because I threatened to feed her by a variety of unpleasant other means if she didn’t. She sleeps. She uses her diaper because she has no choice.
But two weeks is all we give Little girls before we take drastic measures to nudge them to join the planet. She’s had plenty of time to get her strength back. Every time I lay her on the floor, she has worked on finding a way to move.
It took her two days to roll over and two more days to pull up onto her hands and knees. She rocked like that for another day before trying to crawl. She fell a few times which made my stomach drop, but she’s fine. I put plenty of soft padding under her.
She has to snap out of it. I’m taking her to the doctor today. As soon as she wakes up. I’m hoping Thabo or Chadka will have some suggestions on how to get her to interact and accept her new life with me.
She also needs socialization. I haven’t worked more than a few minutes at a time since we returned. I don’t want to risk her waking up alone in her crib.