Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Hey, Baby girl,” he says as he cups the back of my head and rocks me closer to him. He’s walking. “You slept so long. You even slept through the trip to the starship in the pod. Do you feel better?”
I glance around. We’re definitely not in his apartment anymore. We’re moving down a hallway. It’s sterile, silver, and shiny. I can hear other footsteps. We’re not alone.
Papi is bouncing me slightly like the Baby he thinks I am. He’s patting my diaper-covered bottom, which makes me cringe. When I decide to speak, I realize something is in my mouth. I try to spit it out, but Papi stops me.
He sets his fingers over the object, keeping it in place. “Let the paci soothe you, Little one. Your heart rate picked up. Try to relax for a few minutes. He tucks a blanket around me. It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt. I think the material is the same around my bottom.
I let him keep me pinned to his chest because he’s so warm, and plus I know if I squirm free, everyone around will see my breasts. He guides my head gently against his pecs, holding it there, which prevents me from seeing much, keeps the pacifier plugged in my mouth, and also calms me in the most frustrating way.
Papi pauses, opens a door, and steps into another room.
I hear the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and then someone speaks. “Ganrax. So good to see you.”
Papi’s hand disappears from my back for a moment. I imagine he’s shaking someone’s hand.
“This must be Ava.”
“It is. She just woke up from a nap. She’s still groggy.”
“That’s okay. As long as you have her information, we can start the intake process. I’m Jefared, Little one. It’s nice to meet you.”
I press my face more fully against Papi, pouting.
“I know it’s a lot to take in at first, Ava. Don’t you worry. Your Papi will take good care of you. Do you have her ID?”
Papi leans forward, which makes my heart race faster. He’s so big I can’t really wrap my arm around him to hold on. I’m more like a bundle in his arms. I have my top arm bent to cover the side of my breast in case the blanket falls, but my chest is flat against his.
His huge hand presses against my back, keeping me plastered against him. His lips come to my ear. “I’ve got you, Baby girl. I’ll never let you fall.” He rubs my back while he whispers, “Shhh. You’re okay. I’m just reaching into my bag to get your ID.”
I whimper and suck harder on the pacifier. I can’t stop myself. It’s addictive. I don’t even know who I am.
“Here you go,” he says, leaning forward again.
I assume he handed my ID to the other man. I think we’re sitting across from a desk. It’s surreal. I squeeze my eyes closed, unwilling to look.
I hear typing before Jefared speaks again. “John retrieved some of her things from her apartment, correct?”
“Yes. He’ll deal with the landlord tomorrow.”
“I heard. Surgient already checked in with Mia. I bet the two girls are so pleased to know they were both selected.”
Surgient must be Mia’s Papi.
I grunt. I’m not pleased about much of anything. Not in my head anyway. My body is currently pleased. It’s maddening, but the feel of Papi against me is so pleasant, like sunshine on a warm summer day.
“Can I ask you a few questions, Ava?” Jefared asks.
I shake my head defiantly.
Papi chuckles. “I need you to cooperate with Jefared for a few minutes, Baby girl.”
I gasp and fight him when he tries to pry me away from his chest. Grasping for the blanket, I tug it in front of my chest.
Papi is too strong for me, though. He manages to sit me on my diapered bottom over one thigh. At least he’s kind enough to tuck the blanket around my breasts before he plucks the pacifier out of my mouth.
He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. His expression is stern. “I know you’re frustrated and scared, but you need to be polite and answer Jefared’s questions. If you can’t do so like a good girl, I’ll flip you over and spank you right here.”
I stare at him, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it. I want to be furious. Inside my head, I am furious. He can’t boss me around like this. He can’t dominate me and treat me like a child.
My body is traitorous, though, and the second he mentions spanking me in this office in front of Jefared, my pussy clenches. Arousal runs out of me.
Papi lifts a brow. He knows, and I hate that. I hate this entire thing. I especially hate how badly I want him to strip me and thrust into me. It’s all I can think about now that I’ve met his gaze and he’s asserted his dominance.