Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I writhe and cry and moan all at once. I’m so glad I have no voice, because if I did, I would embarrass myself further by begging him to make me come.
Suddenly his thumb thrusts into my pussy. “Come for me, Baby girl.”
I do. With both my holes filled, I come so hard the room spins.
He grinds his palm against my clit while I pulse and throb and buck.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so good. I might be mortified and unable to face him when this is over, but the honest truth is that I’m far kinkier than I ever knew.
I’m still trembling when Papi eases his finger out of my bottom. He doesn’t remove his thumb from my pussy though. He continues to anchor me with it while he picks up a strange devise that looks like a giant curling iron. It has a long thick rod sticking out from some kind of electronic base.
“This is an internal probe, Little one. I’m going to push it up into your rectum and hold it there for a few minutes. It will gather all kinds of data for me.”
I shake my head. It’s too wide.
He ignores me and lines it up with my tight rosebud. It’s bigger than his finger. It stretches me wider as it penetrates.
I hold my breath as it goes in deeper and deeper until he finally stops moving and holds it still.
“You’re doing so well, Baby girl. I’m so proud of you.” He moves his thumb slightly, reminding me it’s still in my vagina. He eases it in and out, keeping me stimulated while the giant probe fills my most intimate hole.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as I wait and wait. It seems like an eternity before he pulls the device out of me.
I’m wrecked. Sated and spent. I’m not even a solid anymore. I wouldn’t be able to move even if I weren’t restrained.
Papi cleans up his tools and removes his gloves before unfastening my legs and then my arms. He peals the squares from my titties and removes the strap from the back of my head, but he leaves the pacifier in my mouth. I’m grateful.
I’m putty as he slides a diaper under me and fastens it. I’m not sure how I feel about being diapered yet, but apparently I have no options, so I’ll try to accept it.
Papi keeps a close eye on me while he removes his tie and shirt.
My pulse picks up as I set eyes on his chest for the first time. He’s seen me completely naked inside and out. I haven’t even seen his pecs until now.
When he’s done, he scoops me up and cradles me in his arms, bringing us chest to chest. “Mmm,” he hums against my neck. “I’ve been waiting to do this all evening.” He nuzzles behind my ear. “I’ll hold you like this as often as possible, skin to skin. It will help you bond to me.”
I stop sucking and giggle.
Papi pops the pacifier out of my mouth. “What’s so funny?”
“I couldn’t be more bonded to you if I tried.”
He chuckles. “Yes, you can, Little one. You’ll see.”
Chapter Nine
Surgient
They told me it would be like this, but until I experienced it myself, there was no way to understand the deep bond. It brings me to my knees. I can’t stop touching her.
And I’m a lucky man because she already has the tendencies practiced by my people. Convincing her to accept our ways has had few stumbles so far.
Next hurdle coming up.
I hold her close to my chest, one arm tucked under her as I head for the fridge and pull out a bottle. I shake it up on my way to the armchair in the living room.
Mia sits up in my lap and looks around, eyes wide. “Your furniture is so huge.”
I chuckle. “Now you understand why we don’t let Little girls climb on it alone.”
She tips her head over to look down. “I’m not sure I could even get up here without a boost or a stool.”
“And you will not be doing so, Little one,” I remind her. I’m holding her bottle in the hand by her hip. I use my other hand to turn her head toward me and give her a stern look that never fails to make her heart rate pick up. “Hard rule, Mia. No climbing on furniture. I mean it.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not like I would actually fall and get hurt, Papi.”
I lift both brows.
She sighs dramatically as her shoulders fall. “Okay, okay. I won’t climb on the furniture.”
“You won’t need to anyway. You’ll have plenty of toys on the floor. Everything you could possibly want is already at my home waiting for you to arrive.”
“Really?” She lights up a bit. “Even though you will have been gone three years? Won’t it be dusty?”