Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Two weeks. I have to wait two weeks to claim her like that again. It’s not fair to rush Littles into awakening their sexual needs before they are strong enough to fully enjoy themselves and participate. But it’s going to be torture.
The first forty-eight hours tick by slowly, and I’m practically pulling my hair out by the time Sara finally wakes from a nap and calls out to me, “Papi?”
It’s musical. I have her on the monitor, and I rush into her nursery, grinning like a loon. “Little songbird… Say it again.”
She giggles. “Papi…” Her voice is scratchy.
I lower the side of her crib, scoop her up, and cradle her against me, hugging her tightly.
She clears her throat and tries again. “My throat feels funny,” she whispers.
I lean her back, impressed with the strength in her neck. I’m careful with her head, but it’s no longer totally limp. “It will get better every day, Baby girl. I promise.”
“Water?” She swallows.
I carry her to the kitchen, fill a bottle with water, and settle in a rocking chair to give her a drink.
When she’s no longer thirsty, she manages to turn her head to the side and push the bottle away with her forearm.
I grin. “You’re incredibly strong for day two, Little one. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”
“Will I be able to sing?” she whispers.
“I’m sure you will. Don’t you worry.”
She’s distressed. I can sense every bit of her anxiety. Her blood pressure is elevated; she’s trembling, and her eyes are watery. She’s scared. It’s normal.
I turn her so that her naked chest presses against mine. The skin-on-skin contact will calm her. I keep one hand on the back of her neck to support her as I rock her and whisper in her ear. “I’m going to prick your neck, Baby girl. My serum with help ease your anxiety.”
She tenses, but she doesn’t argue.
I kiss behind her ear and let my quill do its job. Within seconds of injecting her with my calming serum, she relaxes.
“That’s so weird,” she murmurs. “Like my own personal antianxiety meds. I guess you don’t need those kinds of drugs on your planet.”
I lean her back so we can look at each other. “Nope. We can take care of our females without artificial intervention most of the time.”
“So you can make me horny, sleepy, and calm.” She narrows her gaze. “And I assume you’ll do those things to me whenever you want with or without my permission.”
I chuckle. “I will indeed do whatever is necessary to ensure you are healthy and happy, Baby girl. If I think you’re overly stressed, I will make it stop. If I need you to sleep, I will force that, too. If I want to make you writhe with lust, you can’t stop me. I can also numb your skin to keep you from hurting if you’re injured or need blood drawn,” I remind her as I slide my hand up to cup her breast. “When I get your nipples pierced, I will numb them first so you can’t feel the sting of the hoop going through your sensitive bud.” I flick her nipple.
She arches into my palm, her eyes rolling back. Her strength surprises me again.
“Do that again…” she breathes out.
I remove my hand and shake my head. “It’s not customary for us to pressure our Littles to experience pleasure before they regain their strength. I’ll wait two weeks until you’re on your feet to fully claim your body again.”
She groans, squirming in my arms. “Papi… You teased my nipple. Now I’m horny. Your scent… Your touch… It’s maddening.”
I’m glad she’s so affected by me, but I can’t possibly touch her intimately while she can’t properly control her body. It wouldn’t be fair. “Two weeks, Little one,” I say firmly, though her pheromones are filling the house, and my cock aches from being constantly rigid.
She shakes her head. “That’s like twelve days from now. I’ll never survive. You tempted me with so many orgasms before we left Earth. Now that’s all I can think about. Even when I’m sleeping, I’m thinking about your fingers on me. Please, Papi? It’s not like it’s not consensual. I’m begging you.”
I stare at her. Heavens above.
She licks her pretty lips and continues, “Do you have any idea how horny I get when you change my diaper? When you strap me to that table and expose me. I think I’m going to intentionally wet myself for the rest of my life just so you’ll strap me down and take off my diaper.”
I’m too stunned to respond. Of course I’m aware when she’s horny. I can scent it. Her sweet smell fills the room. I also know she likes it when I restrain her and change her, but this is the first time she’s been able to verbalize it.