Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Skarg joins me on the same side of Mercy after I set her on the chair. He takes her hand, kisses her fingertips, and pricks the center one. “Are you sure, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi. As sure as I’ll ever be, which is about forty-nine percent, so don’t take too long. I might change my mind.”
He smiles before leaning over her chest. Cupping one of her breasts, he suckles the nipple until she’s whimpering.
I know the moment he injects the tip because her eyes roll back.
When he releases her, he nods toward me, and I do the same to her other breast, numbing the nipple and surrounding areola to ensure she won’t feel a thing. We don’t want our girl to be in any pain.
“Lean back, Little one,” I encourage as Ekert prepares his tools across from us.
Sophie stands on a stool near Mercy’s head. “I’ll hold your hands. You can squeeze mine if you’re scared.”
“Thank you,” Mercy says.
I lift her arms above her head and secure them, causing her breasts to sit higher on her chest. The tips are already hard and pointy. Some of that is from nerves. The rest is from our suckling.
Ekert secures Mercy to the reclining chair in several more locations down her body. I’m sure he doesn’t want to risk her flinching.
“How long will it take?” Mercy asks, her voice cracking.
“Seconds, Little one,” Ekert tells her. He pinches one of her nipples to plump it up. “Can you feel this?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Look at Sophie.” He lines the piercing tool up with her nipple and presses something on the side. It’s that easy and fast. Suddenly the yellow stone is dangling from her pretty tit.
“Was that it?” Mercy asks.
I cup her face, ensuring she doesn’t look down. “That was the first hoop, Little one. Deep breaths.”
She doesn’t even have time to inhale before I hear the pop of the second hoop entering her little bud.
“So pretty,” Skarg says in awe.
I lower my gaze from Mercy’s face. All the air leaves my lungs as I stare at the dangling stones. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the love I feel for this Little girl. I’m so overwhelmed with emotions that I fear my knees will buckle. I’m humbled by her bravery today. She’s overcome so many fears and the day is still young.
Ekert removes all the straps and helps Mercy sit up. When she looks down at her chest, her breath hitches. “I can’t believe I did that.”
I kiss her forehead. “We’re proud of you.”
Skarg grips her thigh. “He’s right, Baby girl. We’re both so proud of you.”
Ekert holds up the necklace. “Lean your head forward for me, Little one. I’ll weld the chain together at the back of your neck. The necklace won’t ever be removed either.”
She does as she’s told, and I squeeze her hand while Ekert finishes securing the chain.
When he’s done, she lifts her chin.
Skarg sounds emotional when he speaks. “Perfect. Yellow, blue, and green to represent me, Kafran, and our union.”
Chapter Sixteen
Mercy
I can’t believe I consented to having my nipples pierced. If someone would have asked me three weeks ago if I would ever get my nipples pierced, I would have told them hell to the no. Never. Granted, it’s been over six months, but in my mind it’s been two weeks since I met these two men who claimed me as their own and saved me from an unimaginable fate.
We’re back home now, and I’m standing in the bedroom, staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
“What do you think?” Skarg asks from behind me.
“I think I’ve lost my mind,” I joke.
Kafran chuckles. He’s next to Skarg also at my back. “That’s okay. We found it.”
I giggle, which makes the stones sway against my breasts. I’m loathe to admit it, but I think my nipples look prettier with the hoops than they did without. Maybe I’m just making that up, but I don’t care. I need to learn to see myself through new eyes, so I’ll start by admitting the stones are very pretty.
I let my gaze roam down my body and back up. It’s not something I’ve done since I arrived here. Hell, it’s not something I’ve ever done. I’ve avoided mirrors for many years.
I knew I wasn’t attractive because everyone told me so. For that reason, I stopped looking in mirrors. But what if they were wrong? What if I’m pretty?
“You’re stunning,” Skarg says softly as if he can read my mind.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Kafran agrees.
I stand taller. I’m not even wearing a diaper because I wanted to see myself naked, and my Papis let me. “Maybe I’m just soft.”
Kafran sets a hand on my hip. “In all the right places that make me drool.”
Skarg grips my other hip. “Soft and sexy.”
I meet their gazes in the mirror. “Are you going to make love to me now?”