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)
“No, Sir.”
“I’m surprised. They’re going to make your eyes pop. You might want earrings too.”
“My father didn’t think topaz was pretty,” I murmur.
Papi stiffens at my back but says nothing.
Brad never bought me any jewelry at all. He probably hadn’t wanted to waste his money on me. After all, I was nothing more than an annoying fiancée. I suspect he would have put a wedding ring on my finger made of something fake like cubic zirconia, and then he would have told me to lie about it and say it was a diamond. He wouldn’t have trusted me not to lose something valuable.
Ekert picks up two stones and holds them out. “Feel free to hold them. See how they feel in your hand. Turn them around so you can see the facets.”
My hand is shaking as I touch them. I don’t want to drop them. I twist my head to look at Papi. “They probably cost too much.”
He smiles. “We don’t use money on Eleadia, Baby girl. We trade things. Don’t you worry about cost.”
I gasp. I hadn’t realized this fact, though now that he’s mentioned it, I have not seen any currency.
Papi fingers several of the stones in the case. “Do all of these go well together as a set?”
“Yep,” Sophie declares. “I tried to separate the ones that match.”
Papi smiles at her. “I’ve heard that you have an uncanny eye for gems. I see the rumors are true. These stones look like a matched group.”
My hand won’t stop shaking with the two stones in my palm. “These two look larger than the others,” I comment.
“I figured you might want that pair for your nipples,” Ekert explains.
Papi lifts another smaller one and holds it up. “Could you hold the rest of these for me?”
“Of course. They could be made into anything to match. Earrings. Perhaps a necklace. Or whatever you want.”
Papi sets the gem down and wraps his arm around my middle. “I think Kendra is going to want me to bejewel her labia and her clit. Maybe a little row of them on hoops on both sides that can be laced together.”
I nearly drop the gems, and I immediately set them down. “Papi!” I admonish. Besides the fact it’s uncanny that he’s seemingly read my naughty thoughts from earlier, it’s embarrassing that he’s talking about it in front of other people.”
Sophie giggles. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen everything at some point. I often hold a Little girl’s hand in the exam room where Papi does the piercing.”
I shudder. She watches? And then I think maybe that’s a good thing. Having her with me might help calm me. She’s either seen or experienced it enough to empathize.
Papi tips my head back. “What do you think?”
“They look kind of big. Won’t they be heavy?”
“The difference in weight is negligible,” Ekert adds. “You won’t notice it.”
“Okay,” I manage to whisper.
Ekert turns to Sophie. “Why don’t you help Bialar get Kendra settled in the other room on the piercing chair. I’ll get these set and bring them right in.”
“Okay, Papi.” Sophie turns and bounces out of this room and across the hall to another room.
I’m feeling dizzy as I follow her with Papi at my back. My mouth goes completely dry when I see the elaborate mechanical chair. It’s sort of like what I’ve seen in a dentist office except really high off the floor with about a dozen restraints positioned around it.
Papi lifts me off the floor and swings me around to settle me on the chair.
Sophie starts directing him. “For nipples, Papi likes Little girls to have their arms raised above their head, and he secures them pretty much everywhere so they can’t flinch.” She points at several sections of the chair up and down my body.
I’m about to panic, but I’m also intrigued as Papi uses a lever to lift the chair higher. “Arms up, Baby girl.”
I’m trembling as I lift them above my head, and I purse my lips and squeeze my legs together as much as I can around the bulky diaper as he secures my wrists tightly. He brings a second strap across my upper chest above my titties and cinches it so tight my breath hitches.
A third strap lands just below my now-swollen globes, also tight. I can’t move an inch. All I can do is whimper and hope no one notices how aroused I am.
Papi lowers the back of the chair so I’m lying almost flat before he continues, restraining me at my hips, across my thighs, and finally my ankles.
I’m panting. My titties are puckered and needy. They want attention.
Papi rubs my tummy for a moment before he slides his hand up to cup a breast. He holds my gaze, smiling as he plays with my nipple while Sophie watches.
“Papi,” I whimper. Thank God my diaper is on because I don’t need the added embarrassment of everyone seeing how wet I am. How swollen. I can’t help the reaction of my nipples. Anyone’s titties would get swollen and hard if someone played with them.