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)
“What’s embarrassing, Little one?” I ask perplexed.
She twists toward me and leans into my chest. Her arms come around me, and my breath hitches when her breasts rub against my chest. I’ve longed for her to come to me like this, but why now?
I rub her back. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Baby girl.”
Finally she tips her head back to look at me. “Please can we go home?”
I frown. “What’s this about? You know I would never let anything hurt you, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Chadka wouldn’t either.” I glance at him on the other side of the table. His brows are furrowed in confusion, mirroring mine, I’m sure.
“Surgient examined you several times before we left Earth. That was only two weeks ago in your mind. I know you haven’t forgotten. Did he hurt you?”
She shakes her head, but her cheeks are pink. “No, Sir,” she murmurs. She’s not as angry now. She’s being oddly meek and submissive. Her demeanor and her words.
I grip her chin with my fingers and force her to face me. “Chadka’s exam won’t be any different.”
She shudders. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her words are so soft I can barely hear them.
It takes me a moment to realize what she’s alluding too. “Ahhh. The exam embarrasses you because you know you’ll get aroused.”
Her face changes from pink to red.
“Ahhh,” Chadka mimics. He strokes the back of her hair. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Little one. Nearly every Little girl gets aroused in my office. It’s a perfectly normal reaction. I suspect rather than not feeling the connection to Bialar, you’ve been ignoring it and denying it. Now you have pent-up need inside you.”
She whimpers as she burrows closer to me.
“I assume you haven’t given her pleasure since you arrived?” Chadka asks me.
“No. I didn’t want to pressure her too soon, and she hasn’t warmed up to me until now either.”
“I’m sorry, Papi,” she murmurs against my chest. “I just want things to be like they were. I want pretty clothes and a curling iron and mascara. I’m afraid to even look at myself in a mirror.”
I thread my hand in her loose hair and hold her close. I even lean over and kiss the top of her head. “You’re so pretty just the way you are, Little one. You don’t need all that nonsense.”
“I want it,” she complains.
I tip her head back again. “Like a lot of things you’re used to, those items don’t exist here, Little one. It’s not as though I could produce them if I wanted to. Not even to please you. We don’t have clothes, makeup, or fancy hair products.”
She pouts. I love the way her bottom lip sticks out in her exaggerated humph. It’s cute, though I probably shouldn’t react. What I do instead is lift her hand to my lips.
When she tries to stop me by tugging on her arm, I remain firm, quickly pricking every one of her small fingertips.
“Papi,” she cries out. She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to make me come on the exam table. I don’t want the doctor to see me orgasm.”
At least she understands what my small pricks will mean for her. She’s right. I’ve given her my serum. It will work like an aphrodisiac. She needs to be reminded that she’s mine forever and in all ways. She needs to remember what it’s like to crave my touch on every inch of her body.
I have an idea. “I’ll make you a deal, Little one. Are you listening?”
She nods, but she’s sniffling.
“You lie back and let Chadka examine you, and I’ll wait for him to leave the room before I give you pleasure. How’s that sound? Can you compromise?”
She shivers. “You promise?”
“Absolutely.” I glance at Chadka, who’s nodding his agreement.
“Okay,” she murmurs.
I lean her away from me and help her lie back on the table. Before she can protest again, I help Chadka lift her arms above her head and secure her wrists.
Her bottom lip is quivering, and she squeezes her eyes closed as she arches her chest.
“What you’re feeling is perfectly normal,” Chadka reassures her as he pulls a pair of gloves onto his hands. “The restraints make you feel vulnerable and needy. It’s an important part of your health, Little one.”
Chadka starts examining her. She’s been through this. She knows what to expect. He palpates her tummy and then her breasts.
She squirms and whimpers the entire time. Eventually, I have to fasten a strap across her hips. When I tighten it to immobilize her, she moans and arches her chest higher.
I lift her pacifier from the ribbon around her neck and pop it into her mouth. Maybe the suckling will calm her.
She has no idea what she’s doing to me. My cock is harder than ever. This is the first real glimpse she’s given me of her more passionate side since she first woke up. I want more. I want everything from her.