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)
“There are a few inches left. I think I’ll have a little bell attached to the end of the chain so I’ll always hear my naked Little girl moving around the house with her pussy threaded closed.”
A long moan escapes my lips.
“Look, Little one.”
I lift my head to find him holding the mirror once again. I can’t breathe as I stare at his artwork. The stones are indeed gorgeous. My pussy is closed tight. The hood is permanently pushed back, exposing my clit. And the catheter extends out from between my lips.
Papi’s dominance is palpable in the room. He’s beyond pleased with how this looks and how I’ve reacted. He lowers the mirror and kisses my pussy several times. “Sexy as fuck, Bailey.”
I need to come, but I don’t say so. Papi will decide when I get to orgasm. I’m his Little girl. My job is to obey him and accept the rewards when he offers them.
I’m so lucky. There are no words. This is where I belong. This is who I belong to. This is my life. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the universe.
Chapter Eighteen
A week later…
Zingar
“Good morning, Little mate,” I whisper the moment my girl opens her eyes.
I’ll never get enough of her. I hold her in my arms every night. I can’t remember what it was like to sleep alone even though I did so for one-hundred-thirty years. Those days are in the past.
Bailey purrs as she rolls closer to me, burying her face in my neck. “Hmmm.” She’s not a morning person.
I’ve been awake for quite a while, watching her sleep. I love observing her when she’s completely at rest. She’s so beautiful. But we have to get up. I’ve been back at work for five days. The only thing that keeps me from losing my mind during working hours is the fact that Bailey is always next to me in her playpen.
She’s such a well-behaved Little girl. She never interrupts me while I’m on the phone or concentrating. I can feel her gaze on me when she wants my attention, though. That’s how in tune we are.
I slide my hand up and down her back, waiting for her to fully awaken, inhaling her scent as it switches from her normal smell while she’s sleeping to fully aroused. I’m so sensitive to the levels of her need throughout the day. I’m also capable of pausing my work to give my girl an orgasm when she’s desperate.
When I let my hand trail between her legs from behind, she whimpers. I find the little tube and give it a slight tug, making her inhale a sharp breath. I haven’t diapered her since she got the piercings. I will one day soon, but I like how she squirms with embarrassment from being so fully exposed all the time with the catheter extending from between her legs. She’s wearing a collection bag, which I strapped to her thigh.
“Papi…” she moans.
I find her entrance and slide a finger into her. “Come for Papi, Little one. Then I’ll feed you a bottle.” I’m so thankful that my Little girl isn’t allergic to the new formula.
We don’t have time to have sex this morning, but I like to give my girl an orgasm first thing when we wake up. My cock can wait until later.
The thin chain is sitting on the nightstand. I took it out before we went to sleep last night. When it’s removed, the hoops are looser. I’m able to play with the small stones, spinning the piercings in circles through their holes.
“Papi…” she repeats.
I flick her clit. That’s all it takes for her to give me a small orgasm. It won’t be enough. It will leave her wanting. But that’s how I like my mate. Wanting.
My Little girl holds my gaze while she comes so prettily for me. “When will it stop being so intense all the time,” she murmurs.
“I don’t know, Little one. Maybe never.”
She shudders. “That’s a long time.”
I chuckle. “It sure is.” I kiss her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Papi. Will you take the catheter out today?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I like controlling you. I also like you naked so I can see the pretty hoops between your legs while I’m working.”
She sighs dramatically. She doesn’t mind the tube inside her. She likes me controlling her, too. “Are you ever going to take it out, Papi?”
“We’ll see. It’s not on my agenda right now, sassy girl. I will remove the collection bag later today and leave it open so you can wear a diaper.”
Her eyes widen. “Yes?”
I tap her nose. “I thought you might like to go to the park. I bet you’d rather be wearing a diaper when you meet up with other Little girls.”
She grins. “Yes, Sir.” She throws her arms around me and hugs me tight. “Thank you, Papi.”