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)
Papi pulls partway out and then enters me again, deeper. “That’s a good girl. Take Papi’s cock. You’re doing so well.”
His praise adds to my arousal, making me lift my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I’m in heaven, and I never want to leave.
“Gonna come, Allisa,” he grunts out, giving me about three seconds’ warning before he growls loudly, his body going rigid, his cock buried as deep as he can. And I swear I can feel his essence as it juts out of him.
In seconds, I change into a lunatic, crying out, a need so all-consuming, driving me to beg him to fuck me again. I even use that crude word. “Papi! Please, more. Please fuck me.”
He pulls out, though, and quickly swoops me off the bed. It seems like he takes only a few strides before we’re suddenly at the basin.
I can’t focus. I’m trying to remember what he told me, but it’s impossible. I need his cock inside me. Why did he take it out? It belongs in my pussy. It’s mine. I’m going to keep it.
I’m panting and begging as he lowers me into cold water. It’s a shock to my system and yanks me out of crazytown enough to have me looking all around, wondering how I got here.
Meanwhile, Papi is washing my pussy with one hand. The other is holding me upright. Then he grabs the nozzle and rinses me, angling the water directly at my pussy and even up inside me.
This goes on and on until he seems pleased with my level of sanity. Finally, he turns off the water, returns the nozzle to its holder, and wraps a towel around me.
Papi lifts me out of the basin and holds me tightly against his chest. “Heavens, that was far more intense than I expected. Are you okay?”
I start laughing. I can’t help it or stop myself. “I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again, and I’m happy about that,” I finally manage.
He grins. “Good, because I’ll never be quite the way I was before I met you either. We’re one now. One heart. One being. One soul. My heart beats for yours. My soul yearns for your connection. I’m going to feed you and give you some time to recover, and then we’re doing that again,” he promises.
I certainly hope so. We’re on the same page. It would seem we’re on the same page about a lot of things. Sex just moved to the top of the list.
Papi takes me to my nursery where he lays me on the changing table. He spreads my legs and examines my pussy. “Does anything hurt, Little one? I was rough.”
“It feels amazing. I liked it rough,” I tell him. I’m a bit sore, but in a good way.
Papi spreads medicine on me and then fastens a diaper around my hips. “I expect you to keep your diapers wet, Baby girl,” he reminds me in the voice I now realize he reserves for my super Little self.
“Yes, Sir.”
He cradles me in his arms and carries me to the kitchen. “The next time I put a catheter inside you and that much urine comes out, I will spank your pussy hard. Do you understand?” he repeats.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” Cream leaks out of me as I watch him prepare my bottle. He knows it. He’s testing me. I might as well accept that I’ll be wearing a catheter frequently because it helps me regress and turns me on. Eventually I’ll be trained to wet myself without thinking consciously about it. I have no doubt. It’s something I crave, and I’ve managed to find a man from another planet in the universe who understands my needs and wants to fulfill them.
I’m blessed.
I’m happy.
I’m in love.
Papi returns to my nursery and sits in the rocking chair where he likes to feed me.
I stare into his eyes, feeling all that love overflowing inside me while he feeds me, and then he lets me have my pacifier. He continues to rock me in his arms for a while before rising and settling me in my crib. Without a word, he hooks my wrists and ankles to the spreader bars.
I don’t fight him. I’m sliding into my Littlest space, and he continues to smile down at me, rubbing my tummy while I suck the pacifier and fight sleep. I know when I wake up from my nap, he’s going to let me be Big again. I can trust him to decide when it’s best for me to settle into my most regressed headspace.
Now is one of those times. I need to recover. I’m comforted by the bars that train me to sleep in this vulnerable position. I’m comforted by the pacifier that allows me to silence my speech and my mind. And finally, I’m comforted by the way Papi smiles at me like I’m the most important being in the universe.