Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Shh. Take a breath for Papi. The medicine needs to go in your bottom, Kendra.” His voice is gentle but firm.
I shake my head and try futilely to get out of his clutches. “No, no, no. I don’t need medicine. I’m fine.”
His finger slides into me, into my tight forbidden hole. My asshole fiancé often spoke of taking me there, but he never got the chance. I’ve escaped him. I’m here where he can’t get me. And apparently I’ve traded him for a man who isn’t even hesitating to breach my tight hole.
I blow out a breath when Papi removes his finger, hoping he’s done touching me there, but my relief is short-lived because a moment later, his finger is back, nudging my entrance again.
Except it’s not an entrance. It’s exit only. Not negotiable. “Please don’t. I don’t like it, Papi.”
I don’t think it’s the tip of his finger at my rectum this time though. It’s something cool and round. The anti-nausea medicine. While I’m processing that detail, Papi pushes it into me.
I gasp. It feels too large even though I bet the suppository is not much wider than his finger. He doesn’t just push it in and leave it alone. He holds it, his finger reaching as deep as possible, his palm flattened against my ass.
I’m panting. The room is spinning again.
“Deep breaths,” he reminds me, but I can’t. I can’t take more than shallow, distressed breaths.
“Can you be done now, Papi?” I implore.
“Not yet, Little one. I want it to dissolve first. Try to relax.”
“I don’t like it. I don’t like your finger inside me. Nobody takes medicine this way on Earth. It’s humiliating.”
He rubs my hip. “No part of you will be off limits to Papi, Baby girl.” He eases his finger partly out and back in several times as he speaks.
When his thumb grazes my clit at the same time, I shudder. Oh God. What the hell is happening to me? My voice is weak as I protest. “No, Papi. Why can’t I take the medicine in an oral form?”
“Most of your supplements will be in suppository form, Little one. I’ll penetrate your bottom often to help you get used to the sensation. On Eleadia, it’s a common practice.”
I shake my head, fisting my hands against my chest. “It’s embarrassing on Earth, Papi. We don’t like it.”
“I know, Baby girl, but you’ll learn to enjoy it.”
“I won’t,” I insist. I can’t escape him. He won’t be dissuaded or budged. He continues to ease in and out of my hole, awakening nerve endings I didn’t know I had.
“That’s a good girl. Let it feel good.”
I shiver. Why does he think I’m giving in? I’m not. I won’t. I’m too humiliated to ever agree to this. When I open my mouth to argue my point yet again, a strange sound fills the room.
I gasp and slam my lips together. I think I moaned. And why wouldn’t I? He’s rubbing my clit. He’s cheating. He’s distracting me from the sodomy by touching my pussy. I don’t want it to feel good. He needs to stop. “Please, Papi. That’s enough.”
“Almost done, Little one. Try to enjoy the sensation. I know it’s taboo on Earth, but not on Eleadia. I’ll eventually train your body to crave anal penetration as much as vaginal. You’ll learn to orgasm from the feel of my fingers in your bottom.” Papi rubs my clit harder, faster.
Arousal builds. This can’t be happening. I can’t possibly enjoy having his finger in my forbidden hole. I don’t want to like it.
Suddenly, he removes his hand.
I’m panting heavily. My pussy is swollen and needy. I realize I was close to orgasm. It shocks me. I’ve never been close to orgasm in front of another person before. Hell, I’ve infrequently found release even when I’m alone.
Orgasms aren’t something I’ve had the luxury of exploring except on rare occasions. I live in my father’s house. I have no privacy. I’ve only risked touching myself a handful of times alone in my bathtub. My father wouldn’t dare enter my bathroom without knocking, but he would walk into my bedroom. I would die of mortification if he caught me masturbating.
Brad wouldn’t approve either. I can picture him frowning if he thought I had any pleasure in life. The asshole thinks I exist only to serve him. My destiny has always been to marry Brad and serve his needs. No one has ever asked me what I wanted. No one, especially not my father, cares that Brad is a misogynist pig who will never love me and has no intention of treating me kindly.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, not even rolling back toward Papi, even though I’m vaguely aware of him cleaning his fingers and putting the lids back on the containers.
I finally manage to take a deep breath. I almost smile as I picture the meltdown both my fiancé and my father are going to have when they find out I’m gone. Long gone.