Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I whimper. Darn him. “I don’t like it when you do that,” is the only protest I manage to muster.
“I will always do whatever is necessary to ensure you are safe, Little one. Lying still so the doctor can examine you is not optional. It never will be. We take our mates’ health very seriously on Eleadia. You’ll be visiting the local clinic frequently so the doctors there can monitor you and make sure you’re both emotionally and physically well. That includes checking your sexual responses. No part of your health will be ignored starting now.”
His voice is stern as he gives me that lecture. He’s not going to be flexible on this issue. I’m not sure he’s going to be flexible on any issue. He’s very bossy.
Papi’s hand slides around my breast, and he pinches my nipple. “Are you going to be polite and obedient while Dankin examines you, or do you need me to spank you before he continues?”
I sniffle. In my mind, I want to argue with him. I want to tell him to go jump in a lake. But I can’t bring myself to be as disagreeable as I’d like. It’s not natural for me. I’ve been ridiculously agreeable my entire life. I don’t know how to be disobedient.
“Do I need to count to three, Little one?”
“No, Sir.” I shake my head. Maybe I should just let him spank me. Some strange part of me is curious to know what that would feel like, but I don’t want him to do it in front of the doctor. That would be so humiliating. “I’ll be good.”
He smiles before kissing my offended nipple—the one he both pierced and pinched. It’s such a strange thing to do. People don’t kiss their partner’s nipples in public. But apparently Eleadians do. Baffling.
“Are you ready for the doctor to continue, Bailey?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
Dankin comes to my side and extends a strap across my chest. It cinches tight below my breasts, leaving me panting. I’ve already learned that restraints make me aroused. It’s illogical, but it happened earlier in the weird basin when Papi secured my wrists to the sides.
A rush of arousal made my pussy wet the moment my wrists were secured to this table. The addition of the strap across my chest nearly causes me to moan. And then Dankin lifts my leg and settles it in a metal stirrup like the kind I’ve seen on television for gynecological exams.
I’m panting as Papi does the same to my other leg. They don’t just situate my legs in the device. They also wrap straps around my legs in three places. I’m so embarrassed I want to fall through a crack in the floor. I’d be willing to be ejected into space so I could float away. That’s how mortified I am.
It’s not my nudity that has me flustered. It’s the fact that wetness is dripping out of my pussy. I’m certain Papi is aware. He can smell it. Can Dankin scent my arousal, too?
The doctor pulls me toward the end of the table a few inches before pressing a button somewhere that causes my legs to spread open far wider. Obscenely wide.
He puts on gloves and then holds up a tube of something and squeezes a lot of it onto his finger before spreading the white cream all over my pussy and down to my rectum.
“That needs to sit for several minutes, Little one,” Dankin informs me.
“What is it?” I ask.
Papi pats my breast. “It’s going to remove the hair from your pussy, Little one. From now on your skin will be smooth and free of hair.”
“Why?” I hate how much calmer I feel. I know I should be in a total panic, but I’m not because of Papi’s quill.
“Remember your manners, Little one,” he warns.
I swallow. “Sorry, Papi.” My body trembles as I submit to him. I can’t help myself. It’s innate.
“Good girl. Your curls would trap moisture in your diaper and cause you to get an infection, Little one.”
I purse my lips, hoping I’m actually still asleep and my pleasant dream has turned into a nightmare because the alternative is too hard to accept.
Papi keeps stroking my breasts, his long fingers teasing skin I had no idea would ever be so sensitive. It seems we’re waiting for the cream to remove my hair, and while we wait Papi is making it very difficult to focus. His touch is causing my nipples to harden further and my pussy to throb. All I can think about is how much I wish he would touch my nipples again. He’s avoiding them. Intentionally?
Finally the doctor uses a wet cloth to wipe between my legs. It feels so strange, and that sensation intensifies as the hair completely disappears. I’m so much more naked now, spread wide and exposed.