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)
Sure, Mia’s boobs are on the small side, but I love every inch of her like I knew I would. I hate that her society has made her feel inadequate. That needs to stop. I’ll work on it.
First, I need her to start trusting me. I lean over her chest and place a kiss on one of her pretty pink nipples.
She gasps and arches her chest up.
My cock has been hard since I saw her in the monitor, but it’s pulsing now. Her reaction has made my balls tight.
I kiss her other nipple next, loving her responses. It’s as if she’s never had a man worship her body before. It’s confusing. I understand whoever this Rick guy was he was a jackass, but surely he kissed her nipples and made her writhe. Who would pass up an opportunity like this?
I flick my tongue over the rosy tip of her tight bud, and she digs her heels into the edge of the mattress and writhes. “Papi… I’m going to pee myself.”
Shit. Right. I release her and quickly grab what I need from the nightstand before she has a chance to move.
Chapter Six
Mia
I’m seriously going to pee myself. I have to go so badly I’m going to soak the mattress if he doesn’t let me go to the bathroom. It’s so urgent now that I don’t even care that I’m naked. It’s not so urgent that I’m not totally turned on from him kissing my nipples. They are hard and tingly.
But…
I squeal when he suddenly lifts my legs because my bladder has even less space when he bends my knees up. “Papi!” I cry out.
“Two seconds, Baby girl.”
I glance down to find that he has pushed something up under me, and now he’s spreading my thighs. Before I can think to protest or even process his intention, he pulls some sort of material up between my legs and secures it at my hips.
I stare down at myself, confused, unwilling, or unable to admit what I’m seeing. Then I glance back up at him. My instinct is to protest as loudly as possible, and I reach for the fastenings at my sides, intent on removing the cloth…diaper.
Papi gently circles my wrists with his hands and lifts my arms up over my head again.
I struggle as my breasts rise, my traitorous nipples hard as rocks. I shake my head. “No. No, Papi.”
“Yes, Baby girl,” he soothes. “Let yourself relax.” He shifts my hands so both wrists are wrapped in one set of his fingers. He brings his other hand down to my tummy and palms my bladder. “Let it go. I’m sorry I waited so long. It’s not good for Little girls to let their bladders get so full.”
I shake my head. I can’t. Not in front of him. I don’t want him to think I’m a baby. I’m not. Not usually. Not in front of people. Not a single person knows I sometimes spend time in a younger headspace when I’m totally alone. It’s not something I would ever admit to. Never.
“Mia…” His voice is so even. He’s not mad or frustrated. He’s so patient. He’s going to have to wait for hell to freeze over though. I can’t do it. I can’t let myself be that vulnerable with anyone. It’s private. Just for me. My fantasies are no one else’s business.
Papi palms the thick bulk between my legs, applying pressure to my pussy now.
My arousal shoots through the roof. It shocks me. It’s like he’s taking pages out of an age-play romance novel and applying them to real life. No one does this sort of thing in real life.
Papi reaches a finger under the edge of the diaper. I think he’s going to feel the adsorbent material to see if I’ve wet myself yet, but that’s not what he does. Instead he strokes his finger between my pussy lips. “You’re soaked, Baby girl. Submit to Papi. Don’t fight it.”
I tip my head back, willing my body to stop reacting so strongly to him. I’m mortified. He thinks I’m aroused because I need to pee?
Shit. I am. But why must he know that?
My pussy is throbbing, and I moan when he removes his fingers and presses his palm against my sex again.
“Papi…” His name comes out like a whimper. I don’t have much room to wiggle because he’s holding my hands down, and his huge body is pressing against the mattress between my legs.
I’ve never felt so totally dominated. And he’s so calm, controlled, and patient with me. Plus, it’s obvious he’s going to get his way. I have no choice, and that makes my arousal spike higher. I tip my head back and arch my chest. My breasts are totally exposed to him.
When he kisses one of my nipples again, I cry out. With his palm still between my legs, I’m close to orgasm. How is this possible?