Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Papi sets my hands above my head again, leaning over me while he holds me down. “Remember when I said I would have some rules for your safety and some rules for your pleasure?”
I nod.
“One of my rules is not playing with your titties.”
I gasp. I’ve never played with them, and I certainly wouldn’t do so in front of him.
He lifts a brow. “That includes touching them without permission. You won’t cover them with anything, including your hands. You won’t rub them against anything.”
My heart is racing. More wetness leaks out of me. He’s so dominant. His demands make my tummy flip over and spin around in a circle. Why does it suddenly seem like I’m going to have a hard time obeying this rule?
Surgient does something to me. Or maybe his quill does. After all, he’s pierced me over and over. His saliva is affecting me. It’s making me horny.
“Papi will give you the most intense pleasure every day for the rest of your life, Baby girl, but you will not choose when or where. I will. That means you keep your naughty little fingers away from your titties and your pussy. Understood?”
I can’t breathe. He’s ordering me not to masturbate? It’s not like I regularly masturbate all day long, but he can’t stop me from doing so. How would he even know? He won’t be with me twenty-four-seven.
He gives me a wicked grin. “I see your mind working. You’re not the first Little girl to wonder how her Papi might prevent her from playing with herself. I’m not the only Papi on Eleadia who enforces this rule either. Most do. Would you like me to answer some of the questions I see in your eyes?”
I’m so curious that I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“For one, you won’t be alone very often, Baby girl. You can feel our bond already. It will grow with every passing day, becoming stronger and stronger. Most of the time, we will be together. When we’re not, there will always be monitors in the room to ensure you’re safe. When you nap, I’ll have a monitor with me at all times so I can keep an eye on you. If you find you can’t keep your fingers away from your pretty nipples while you sleep, I’ll cuff your wrists to the sides of the crib.”
I gasp, homing in on that one last word. “You have a crib?”
“Yep. My home is completely ready for me to return with you. There’s a full nursery and everything a Papi needs to take care of a Little girl.”
I tug gently on my wrists, unable to shake the visual of being restrained in a crib. My heart rate picks up again, and there are no words for what’s happening between my legs. My pussy is throbbing. I think it’s swollen. The rise and fall of my titties with every breath is making them stiffer. All because he suggested restraining me in a crib.
“Papi…” I moan before I can stop myself.
He smiles and kisses me again. “Now you know why I have a rule about not touching yourself. It heightens your pleasure.”
He’s right. I think I’m going to self-combust any second.
“You enjoy being restrained, don’t you, Little one?”
I lick my lips. “I don’t know. No one has ever done it. In my head, I like it though,” I admit. I’m stunned by my ability to share such intimate secrets with him. How many hours have I known him? Or maybe not even an hour yet.
“How about if I restrain your arms while I examine the rest of you. Then you’ll know if you like it.” He chuckles.
I know why he’s laughing. My liking it is a forgone conclusion.
I hold my breath while he reaches into his medical bag and pulls out a set of straps with soft cuffs. He leans over me, wraps the cuffs around my wrists, and even attaches them to each other.
“Don’t move, Little one,” he demands as he rounds to the other side of the gigantic bed. He pulls on the long straps, forcing my arms to stretch out higher above my head, and then attaches the other ends to something I can’t see. It doesn’t matter. When I test the restraints, I know I’m completely at his mercy.
“Do you use safewords on Eleadia?” I ask. No way on Earth would I let someone strip me naked, restrain me to a bed, and intimately examine my private parts without a safeword. And I’m certain that last part is exactly what’s about to happen.
He’s back in front of me now, and he sets his palms on my inner thighs. “I’ve heard of safewords. I know they’re a valuable, important aspect of your kink communities, but you won’t need anything like that with me, Baby girl.”
“How do you know?” I ask.