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 start trembling. The thought of being more aroused than I am right now is freaking me out.
“I’ve heard piercings along the labia, through the hood of the clit, or even directly through the clit, make Little girls squirm nearly all the time.”
I swallow hard. “I don’t think I’d like that, Papi.”
He bends down to kiss my titty reverently. “Someday in the future we’ll look into it. Not today. Papi will make that decision. I won’t need your input, Little one.”
Suddenly, my arousal shoots through the roof. When he uses that commanding, no-nonsense voice and lays down the law, I melt. I can’t hide my reactions to his dominance. But he’s talking about forcing me to get pussy piercings. That should not make me horny.
It does though. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake the vision. That only makes things worse. I see me on the backs of my lids. My imagination is rampant. I picture myself strapped down to a table, legs wide, totally immobile. Ekert is hovering over my pussy, examining it, prodding, stroking. I’m so wet and close to screaming. Both in my imagination and for real.
In my masochistic vision, Papi leans over me too. The two men discuss my pussy. I want to argue and complain, but I can’t. My mouth is plugged with a pacifier. Papi has strapped it around my head tight.
Ekert speaks in my head. I can’t stop it. “I think you could do a few along her inner labia and stagger them with a few along the outer labia. They would be so pretty.”
“What about her clit?”
“Probably the hood. I have tiny thin chains you can thread through them. The results are amazing, both aesthetically and physically.”
“Sounds good. Let’s do it.”
I cry out and jump in my seat when something grips my nipple harder than usual. My eyes fly open to find Papi staring at me. He’s grinning. “I’d love to know what you were just thinking.”
My face heats ten million degrees, and I shake my head.
Papi smiles broader. “I have so many ideas. But that’s for another time.” He holds up the mirror. “You’re supposed to be admiring my abilities as a hairdresser, not fantasizing about getting pussy piercings.”
I gasp. “I wasn’t. I—”
Papi chuckles. “Lying will cause you to end up over my knees, and I bet your bottom is still very sore from my earlier spanking.”
I take a breath, hoping to end that discussion, and look toward the mirror. I don’t even know the woman/girl reflected back at me. I haven’t left my private bathroom without makeup on for nearly ten years. I haven’t worn pigtails since I was about four. I look like a stranger.
I stare. Maybe I could like this stranger. She’s a new me. She doesn’t have to get up early to make herself look like someone she’s not in order to impress anyone. The only person she ever needs to impress in her long life is the man smiling at her.
He adores her just the way she is. He thinks she’s pretty. He tells her all the time. He also has a wicked sadistic side that wants to make her squirm with need more than anything.
I’m her. I’m that lucky Little girl. I slowly smile. “You did a good job, Papi.”
He sets the mirror aside and kisses me on the lips. “Thank you, Baby girl. Ready to go meet Chrissy?” he asks as he unfastens me from the highchair.
I let out a relieved breath as soon as my arms are free, but deep inside, this new part of me wishes he would leave me strapped and immobile. I like it when he dominates me, even if it’s just to do my hair.
Papi lifts me and sets me on my bare feet on the floor before taking my hand. “Let’s go to the shop.”
Chapter Eleven
Kendra
I’m nervous as we step into the furniture shop. I know this is important to Papi. He needs me to like Chrissy. I understand. It makes sense. It would be difficult for him and Strogan to work together every day if their mates can’t stand to be in the same room.
Papi sweeps me off my feet and settles me on his hip as we step farther into the shop. “I don’t want you to step on anything sharp. We keep the shop as tidy as we can, but stray nails and shards of wood manage to linger.
He tickles my toes in front of him, making me giggle.
“I don’t want splinters in my Baby girl’s cute feet.”
It smells good in here. Like the forest. Like fresh-cut wood from a variety of trees, none of which I’ve ever seen before. The vegetation on Eleadia is completely different from Earth. I noticed that while I was in the stroller and every time we’ve been in the backyard.