Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“No, Papi.” Her voice is barely audible.
“Have you put anything else inside that sweet little pussy, Baby girl?”
She shakes her head.
I tap my thumb over her clit. “When you stroke this little button, do you orgasm, Allisa?”
She turns her face all the way to one side and tries to bury it in the crook of her elbow. “No, Papi,” she murmurs.
“Never?” I ask, trying to control my voice.
She gives another sharp shake of her head.
I won’t allow my girl to respond nonverbally, but do I push her this early in our relationship?
I’m so humbled to find that she has some knowledge and interest in the sort of life she will live with me. I sensed a Little inside her the moment I set eyes on her. That feeling intensified even from a distance as soon as I could smell the sweetness of her silly drink and her lip gloss. As I approached, I confirmed she was not consuming alcohol, which pleased me.
Feeding her those sweet cherries was a delight. I know she enjoyed them. She purred every time I put one in her mouth. She’s going to be sad when she realizes we don’t feed our Little girls treats at all.
Perhaps at some point in the future, I’ll introduce her to similar natural berries, but not for a very long time. The thought makes me cringe inside. Berries are a choking hazard. I’d never let her eat them whole. The bright red cherries at the bar also made me nervous. I fed her four. We won’t be doing anything like that again.
Every inhale draws more of my girl’s sweet essence into me. I decide to push her. “Words, Baby girl. When Papi asks you a question, I expect you to respond politely with words. Shaking your head or nodding will not suffice. It’s impolite. You’ll use those same manners with every man we encounter. Understood?”
Her throat bobs as she nods.
I lift a brow.
Her lips part on a small gasp as she realizes her blunder. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, look at Papi.” I stroke her clit again over the wet panties. When she meets my gaze, I continue, “I want to know what your experiences have been, Baby girl. Am I understanding correctly that you have touched this swollen little clit, but you’ve never reached orgasm?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
I press directly against the bundle of nerves again, loving the way she bucks her hips to no avail. Her whimpers are precious. “Your body is mine now, Baby girl. I will show you pleasure you’ve never imagined. You will not touch this sweet button again. Papi decides when you’ve earned release. Understood?”
She shudders. “Yes, Papi.” More of her sweet cream fills my nose.
She likes my dominance. She’s proven that over and over. I know she’s scared. That’s normal. But her body bends to me already. She can’t help it. She’s my chosen mate.
“I’m going to take your dress off now, Little one.”
She whimpers again. “We just met…” Her words are breathy.
I slide my hands from her thighs to her waist, spanning her entire torso. Her dress is already bunched up over her chest. “You’re mine, Baby girl. It’s not the sort of thing where we go to dinner, chat, get to know each other, and I take you home and ask you out again. You’re just mine. It’s Fated. You can feel the connection as strongly as I do, but for you, the concept is so foreign that your mind is fighting the draw.”
She lowers her hands and sets them on my forearms. “I’m scared, Papi.”
My heart. “I know, Little one. I’ll do my best to keep you calm while you adjust to your new life. Lift your arms back where I told you to put them, so I can slide your dress off. I’m going to help you go pee-pee, and then I’m going to spank your bottom.”
Her lip quivers again. “I don’t think I want you to spank me, Papi,” she murmurs.
I grab the material of her dress and slide it up and over her head. As soon as it’s free, I press it down around her wrists, pinning her as I lean over her. I glance down at her body—now clad in nothing but a matching pale-pink bra-and-panty set.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Every inch of her is perfection. I trail a finger up from her belly button to her chin and tap the little divot. “We’ll find out if you enjoy being spanked or not, Baby girl. If you don’t like having your bottom swatted until it’s red and sore, you won’t disobey Papi. If you like the way it feels, you’ll probably misbehave intentionally and often in order to get the adrenaline rush some Little girls enjoy from being spanked.”
Her eyes widen again.
I smile. “Whether or not you spend your days with a red-hot bottom is up to you, Little one. I’m going to be firm with you. Either you obey my rules, or you face the consequences.”