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)
I shiver now that I’m more aware of my surroundings. “Can you release my hands, Papi?”
“Do you think you can keep from rubbing your naughty pussy?” he teases.
I tip my head back and bite my lip. “Probably not,” I admit. Just the thought of having my hands free makes me want to touch myself again.
He puts the nozzle back and turns off the water. “Naughty Little girls who play with their pussies get their clits spanked. Same for your nipples. If you touch them, I will swat them.”
I gasp.
He smirks. “You heard me. I know you couldn’t help yourself with my come leaking out of you, but you will not touch your pussy without permission, Little one. Understood?”
I clench every muscle between my legs. Ordering me not to touch myself makes me horny. The suggestion that he might spank my pussy makes me even more horny. I lick my lips and meet his gaze. “Yes, Sir.” I’m only admitting that I understand. In no way am I promising it won’t happen. I’m probably going to reach for my clit the moment he releases my wrists.
My curiosity is piqued. I nearly came when he spanked my bottom. How will it feel for him to swat my clit? A shudder wracks my body.
Papi smooths my hair back from my face, fists it in his hand at the back of my neck, and tugs my head so that I’m forced to look at him. He’s grinning. “Such a naughty girl. You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” It’s the truth. I’m going to defy him every chance I get. I’ve never had the freedom to defy an order before. Now I do because the promised rewards for being naughty make my pussy weep all over again.
“I’m going to miss you terribly for the next six months,” he tells me.
I push out my bottom lip in a pout. “It’s not fair that you get to be awake while I sleep.”
“Trust me, Little one, you’re getting a much better deal. You won’t even know that time is passing. I’ll be pacing and waiting.” He reaches for my wrist and unfastens the restraint before doing the same to the other one.
Wrapping me in one of the softest towels in the universe, he cradles me against him and carries me back to the enormous bed, depositing me gently. “You need a diaper and a bottle.”
He keeps one hand on my thigh as he bends toward the nightstand. I’m sure he’s doing so in order to keep me from falling even though there’s absolutely no chance of that happening. I’m not nearly as clumsy as he seems to think.
As soon as his attention shifts to the side, I reach between my legs and rub my clit. It’s the single most defiant moment of my life. It feels good to disobey him. Freeing in an odd way.
There’s no way I could have been this obstinate before I met him. I never would have taken such a risk. I can’t be sure what my father would have done if I’d disobeyed his orders, but I suspect he would have ended my funding and made me move back into his house. It’s what he threatened.
Papi has threatened to spank me when I’m naughty. And we’ve proven I liked it. Now he’s going to be forced to swat my pussy, and I’m so intrigued by the idea that I spread my legs farther and push a finger up inside me. All the while I’m staring at him, waiting for him to return his attention to me. I can’t wait to see his reaction.
Papi jerks his gaze to my pussy as he sets a diaper on the bed next to me. He chuckles. “What happened to the sweet obedient girl I picked up from the bar a few hours ago?”
I shrug and add a second finger to my channel.
Papi grabs my wrist, pulls my hand away from my pussy, and brings it to his mouth. He sucks my fingers clean, taking his time. Meanwhile my pussy throbs.
When Papi releases my wrist, he plants one palm on my pelvis and gives my pussy a firm swat with his other hand.
All the air leaves my lungs. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I’m still stunned. My labia is on fire, and my clit burns. It’s so swollen that the hood isn’t protecting it.
I fist my hands at my sides and tip my head back, moaning in frustration.
“Do you need another swat, naughty girl?”
My moan deepens as I nod. “Yes, Sir.” The words are breathy. I can’t believe I’m saying them.
“Keep those knees wide, Bailey,” he orders.
My legs are shaking. Apparently I’ve drawn them almost together out of self-preservation. I drop them open, exposing myself fully.
The second slap against my tender flesh is even more impactful. My vision blurs. My clit aches. It feels huge. Cool air is hitting the bundle of nerves, driving me mad.