Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Stay on your hands and knees, Baby girl. Tip your head back.”
Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.
I hold the bottle out in front of her, keeping it high and tipped down so she has to stretch her head and elongate her neck to capture the nipple.
“Papi…”
Nanish steps up behind her. “Spread your knees wider, Little one.” We didn’t discuss this addition to the plan, but he and I are on the same wavelength when it comes to our Little girl.
She obeys because, in the end, she always obeys. She’s not a naughty girl most of the time. I’m confident she will eventually be a rule follower. She just needs time to learn the nuances of her new environment and realize Nanish and I will never back down from a punishment. She’ll stop testing us soon.
If she doesn’t like to be on her hands and knees, we’ll be sure to make it unpleasant enough to be a good deterrent. Climbing on furniture is a hard no. Hopefully we’ve just discussed it for the last time.
Then again, now that I’m feeding her in this incredibly submissive position, I don’t think I’ll mind doing so as often as she wants to challenge us.
She might argue that she doesn’t like to be babied, but she’s purring and rocking back and forth as she suckles. Her swaying breasts affect her in positive ways. I doubt she even realizes she’s causing them to sway.
Nanish smiles at me over the top of her head as he inhales deeply.
Yeah, her arousal fills the room. All that talk about not wanting to crawl was just that. Talk.
Chapter Seventeen
Nanish
Mags is nervous when we arrive at Ekert and Sophie’s house. She’s chewing on her bottom lip. We probably should have given her a pacifier to help with her anxiety on the way over.
I bend down, unfasten her restraints, and pick her up, settling her on my hip while Bamgin knocks on the door. Without a word, I bring her fingers to my lips and prick her pointer.
“Owie. Papi…” She has perfected the whine. When she tries to pull her hand out of my grip, I hold it tighter and pierce her middle finger. In seconds, she’s calmer. Her heart isn’t beating as fast, and she’s less rigid against me.
I rub her back. “Good girl.” The praise always grounds her. We don’t discuss it out loud, but it’s apparent she enjoys our words of approval.
Ekert opens the door. His blond Little girl is at his side, holding on to his leg. She’s almost a foot shorter than Mags. I often forget that my girl is much taller than others. Days go by without contact with anyone else’s Little, making me think she’s average.
“Welcome,” Ekert says, taking a step back. “Come on in.” He sets a hand on the top of Sophie’s head. “Margaret, this is Sophie. Sophie, Margaret.”
I smile. “She prefers Mags.” I squat down and set her on her feet.
Sophie’s eyes widen as she tips her head back to look up at Mags.
My girl leans into me. “Yeah, I’m really tall. Yeah, I played basketball.”
I glance at her, trying to decide if her tone is intentionally rude, but then I realize she’s simply stating two facts she’s had to say to hundreds of people throughout her life.
Sophie shrugs. “Maybe I’m just short, and you’re average.”
Mags smiles broadly. “That’s sweet of you.”
Ekert gives Sophie’s pigtail a tug. “It’s nice to meet you, Mags. I’m Ekert. Sophie is actually a bit of a savant when it comes to gemstones. She has picked out the prettiest stones for you. Would you like to see them?”
“Yes, please.”
I give her a squeeze and kiss her cheek. “Such a polite Little girl,” I whisper into her ear. When I stand, I take her hand and guide her toward the jewelry shop that’s attached to Ekert’s home.
She rises onto her tiptoes and pulls my head down so she can whisper in my ear, “I think her stones are diamonds.”
I cup her face and kiss her. “I think you’re right.”
“It’s hard not to stare,” she says softly even though everyone else has moved deeper into the shop.
“I don’t think Sophie minds, Little one. She’s used to it.” I take her hand again and guide her to catch up.
Bamgin is already leaning over a display case.
Mags keeps muttering, “Wandering around nearly naked is even weirder than wearing nipple piercings.”
I chuckle as we join the others. The first few days were hard on our girl. Every human Little girl who arrives on Eleadia faces the challenge of overcoming their need to be clothed. For some it takes longer than others. Since Mags was stronger than most soon after her arrival, we’ve been taking her out for walks every day. It has helped assimilate her. We haven’t let her out of the stroller to play at the park yet, but she’s seen that every single Little wears nothing but a diaper and hoops in their nipples.