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)
Papi chuckles. “Or…” he proposes in a silly voice, “I get to prick your skin anywhere I want, any time I want, and you get to enjoy it. And you won’t be roaming around my planet anywhere on your own. I’ll always be with you. Plus, you’ll be diapered most of the time, not naked.”
I frown. “That’s not negotiating.”
He circles my wrists with his hands and pulls my palms away from my breasts. “I have rules.”
I lift my brows. Why does the implication make my body come to attention? “Besides cussing?”
He nods. “Oh yes. Many more rules than that. One of them is that you keep your hands away from your breasts.”
I gasp. He’s now holding my hands at my sides. “That’s silly. You can’t stop me from touching myself.”
“I can and I will. Hard rule. I know it feels good to play with your nipples, but I’ll decide when they get attention, not you.”
I can’t breathe. My mouth is dry. “I was not playing with myself,” I defend. “I was covering myself. It’s crazy that you don’t let your women wear shirts.” I glance over my shoulder. Surgient is still watching us. My face heats as I turn back to Papi. “You’re not even the only person seeing me naked.”
“That may be, Little one, but since I have no way of knowing if you’re covering yourself out of embarrassment or if it’s because your nipples need attention, the rule is no touching.”
My face heats further. “How could you possibly enforce that?” I challenge. It’s like he’s telling me not to masturbate, which I’ve rarely done in the first place. There’s something extremely titillating about the idea of him telling me I can’t touch myself too. His command has my pussy tingling. I’m still determined to argue with him.
“First of all, you will rarely be where I can’t see you. The only time I won’t be in your line of sight will be while you’re sleeping in your crib. There’s a monitor in the corner of the crib, so I’ll always be able to see you. And…” He leans in closer as if making sure I’m looking at him and paying attention. “If you can’t keep your fingers away from your gorgeous titties, I will discipline you.”
My breath hitches as I stare at him. So many things go through my mind. His use of the babyish word titties has stunned me but not as much as his suggestion that he would punish me for masturbating. The room is spinning as I realize another problem trumps both of those.
I’m turned on. I’m totally aroused like the heroine in an erotic novel who has some sort of masochistic need to be dominated and overpowered. That’s not me. I’m not weak like that. I’m strong. Stubborn. Smarter.
Papi stands, holding me close. He takes a few strides to the changing table and lowers me down as if I’m the most precious thing on Earth. Earth. We aren’t even on Earth. I’ll never see that planet again.
I’m still in shock as he lifts my arms above my head and restrains me to the table. I’m so aroused that I arch my chest and moan. I press my legs together, my knees bent and pulled up toward my torso. It doesn’t help, but the need to squeeze in on myself is strong.
Surgient joins us. He sets a hand on my forehead. “What you’re feeling is normal, Little one,” he says in the calmest voice. “I know it’s hard to comprehend at first. It will take you some time after arrival to fully accept your new life, but you’ll get there. You’ll see. Try to be patient with yourself as you learn.”
I can’t process his speech. I’m listening, but it sounds so foreign that I’m not following.
Papi slides his hands up my shins and urges me to part my legs with gentle pressure.
I can’t help but obey him. I want to on some weird primal level. I don’t want to want to, but the urge is stronger than anything I can deny or fight.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises as he fastens my knees in a wide-open position, exposing my pussy as he’s done several times already.
I should be used to it, but I’m not. I think I’m more aroused this time than any previous time. Perhaps because I’m more alert this time. Not as groggy. Or maybe it’s some sort of result of the accumulation of his piercings. He just nicked my damn finger yet again.
Surgient speaks again, looking at me. “It’s the natural way of things on our planet, Little one. The need to please your Papi is strong and will continue to grow. He will enforce rules and boundaries for your safety. He will discipline you when you break those rules.”
Somehow I manage to lick my lips and speak my mind. “I don’t think masturbating is a safety concern.”