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 tease her puckered hole while I watch her expression.
Her lips part, and she gasps. “Please…”
“You want Papi to enter your bottom, don’t you, Little one?”
She nods. “Yes, please, Papi.”
Precious. I ease the pill into her rosebud, taking my time, allowing her to get used to the sensation as my long finger goes deeper and deeper. When I’ve reached as far as I can, I let my digit glide in and out just an inch or two, bringing attention to every nerve ending in her bottom.
She moans long and low, making my cock so hard it’s about to burst from the top of my loose pants. She’s not ready for my dick yet. That will have to wait until she’s fully mobile.
“Sometimes I will hold the medicine inside you for several minutes, Little one. Other times I’ll use a plug to make sure none of it slides back out.”
“Papi…” she whines. It’s her stop-tormenting-me voice. I love it.
“Would you like me to stroke your clit while the vitamin dissolves?”
She nods and licks her lips. “Please, Papi.”
I set my other palm on her tummy and use my thumb to push the hood back from her little bead. It’s swollen and needy. All I have to do is tap it for her to cry out.
“You’re going to come so pretty for me, aren’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi,” she murmurs.
I finally stroke her clit with more pressure while thrusting my finger deeper into her bottom.
Bailey’s eyes roll back, and her entire body stiffens right before she graces me with a beautiful orgasm.
Fuck, she’s the most precious being in the universe. And she’s mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Bailey
It’s working. Ever since I stopped taking the formula, I’ve felt more and more normal. Every time I wake up, I stay that way longer than the last time. I’m not fond of how many times we go to the clinic, but I know it’s necessary.
Still, I argue. It’s what I do. It’s like I’ve got twenty-one years of repressed arguing that needs to come out.
It makes Papi laugh. He knows what my childhood was like. He also knows that I lived under my father’s thumb, afraid to confront him on any issue up until the night Papi found me in the club. That was the end of my old repressed life and the beginning of this new repressed life.
Papi is strict. He has more rules than my father ever had. Some of them are absurd like not opening the front or back door for any reason or not crawling into the kitchen without him because there are too many things in that scary room that might cause me harm.
I’m permitted to use the furniture to pull to standing so I can surf around the room but only if Papi is there to supervise. I’m not allowed to stand when I’m in my crib or my playpen.
The list is long, but there’s a drastic difference between my new life and my old. I can argue. I never fear what the repercussions might be from voicing my opinion. I never worry that he’ll cut me off from his protection or kick me out of the house or stop feeding me.
The notion of any of that happening is absurd. Papi adores me. He’s developing wrinkles in the corners of his eyes from smiling all the time. His body shakes with laughter every time I’m disagreeable.
It’s so freeing to know I can tell him no. It doesn’t change anything. It’s just banter. He’ll never cave and decide that I can climb on the furniture, for example. But I enjoy needling him anyway. For one thing, it helps me release tension.
It will probably be a while before I fully trust that he loves me and would never leave me. Papi has explained that Fate has chosen me for him, and it’s not a bond that can be broken. Relationships are never dissolved on Eleadia for any reason. It’s not a concept they grasp.
Every time I disobey him or argue, he calmly pauses to spank me. So far, he’s only given me a few swats to the bottom, but I know one day soon he’s going to get more serious about his discipline. He’s holding back on me until I’m fully in control of my body.
My trust in him increases each time I push him and find him still smiling. He doesn’t mind my naughty side. In fact, he enjoys it.
I’ve eaten the chimspa for four days now. I’ve only had that, water, and vitamin supplements. Today Papi is going to add another food. I’m looking forward to the variety. In a few days, I’ll start taking bottles of formula again. Chadka and Thabo believe they’ve isolated the ingredient I’m sensitive to. They’ve removed it. Drinking the new version will be more like trial and error. If it doesn’t work, we’ll be back at square one. I’ll end up asleep, and the doctors will have to eliminate something else.