Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Her fingertips dig into my thighs. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers barely loud enough to hear. She’s embarrassed, and that embarrassment is fueling her arousal.
“There are so many things you didn’t know about yourself, Little one. We will discover them together. We have centuries to do so. You will learn to submit to Papi’s will and obey me. Why is that, Baby girl?”
She swallows. “Because it feels so good, Papi.”
I smile. “That’s right. Such a good girl.” I lower my lips to hers and kiss her.
Chapter Eight
Bailey
I don’t know myself. I’m not the same person I was a few hours ago. I’m naked. I’ve been fingered to orgasm so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve been spanked—and I loved it. My bottom is on fire, a reminder that Papi took me over his knees like a naughty girl and swatted me until I nearly came.
I should be mortified, and to a certain extent, I am. But Papi explained to me before he started spanking me that I might enjoy it. Apparently that’s a thing. I’m living proof that having my butt slapped over and over can be cathartic and arousing.
On top of all of that, I’m perpetually aware of the tube sticking out of my tiny pee hole. I should be equally horrified by its existence. It’s giving Papi so much control over me. That was driven home when I learned he could close a valve on it and prevent me from leaking.
I’m at this giant man’s mercy in all ways. I suspect I will never again in my life make many of my own decisions. Papi is manipulating me, teaching me that he will always exert his will over me—not because he’s a giant meanie, not because he gets off on mistreating people, not because he truly believes I need to be disciplined. No. He’s going to dominate me for the rest of my life because I enjoy it. He’s going to try all kinds of things and then add to our repertoire the parts that make me horny. I trust that he will not do anything I truly dislike.
I suspect I will find myself wearing a catheter frequently, and I also predict I will end up with some very unusual piercings, the thought of which makes me extremely nervous. Piercings? Me? A woman who was never defiant enough to get her ears pierced even though I’ve had free will to do so for several years. My father didn’t have the authority to enforce many of his rules. All he had was the purse strings. The ability to cut me off and not let me graduate if I didn’t toe the line. He must have derived some sort of gross pleasure in denying me anything fun. No dating. No bars. No extras like pizza and candy and pretty clothes. No unnecessary jewelry or makeup. No special hair products. He was a bully. I’ll never know why because I’ll never see him again.
This new relationship with Zingar is not remotely similar. I keep reminding myself that his demands are very different. He’s going to dominate me in ways that make me squirm. It seems every time he orders me to do something, I end up with an orgasm. I’m okay with that.
How did I live twenty-one years without realizing I could have been touching myself? I could have experienced this sweet euphoria plenty of times if I’d known how to do it or how good it would feel.
Granted, I’ve had three roommates for four years. I’ve shared a suite with them. I’ve never had my own room. I wouldn’t have risked touching myself with someone else in the room. And before that… I shudder. No way would I have masturbated in my father’s house. The idea is ludicrous.
Papi flicks the small tube again, making my knees nearly buckle. I should be mortified. How humiliating. Not only is he controlling my bladder, but I’m turned on by it.
He gives the catheter another slight tug, just enough to make me even more aware of it. His other hand comes to the small of my back, and he leans in close to whisper in my ear. “Do you need to come again, naughty girl?”
I nod. “Yes, Papi.” I’ve lost all pride with this man. Yes, I need to come. I’m not going to deny it. I’m feeling so bold that I clear my throat and ask for what I really want. “Will you make love to me now, Papi?”
He leans back and meets my gaze. His fingers are still toying with my pussy, driving me mad with lust. Suddenly, he stops and lifts me off my feet. “Straddle my lap, Baby girl.”
I lift my legs up over his thighs, grateful not to have to stand any longer. I was trembling so badly it’s amazing I didn’t fall.