Finally he switches to the other nipple, sucking hard and piercing it to match its twin.
I start writhing the moment he lets go. My tits are throbbing hard, and when I look down at them, I see they’re enormous. He injected me with an aphrodisiac, more than he ever used when he pierced them while we were still on Earth.
My vision blurs. I squirm.
Papi continues to hold my wrists. His other hand comes to my torso, planting under my breasts, pushing them up obscenely. “Sit still, naughty girl.”
I writhe. I’m overwhelmed with need. I just came in the doctor’s office. I shouldn’t be this horny again. But he has manipulated me. When I arch my chest, my swollen clit rocks against my diaper. It feels so good that I can’t stop.
Papi leans in closer and speaks into my ear. “I’m going to remove your diaper and make you sit here naked in about five seconds, Janelle.” His tone is firm. He means it.
I stop wiggling, but I’m panting from the desperation. My chest is heaving. My nipples are huge, and they tingle madly. I sit like this for a long time before Papi finally releases my wrists.
“What’s the rule, Baby girl?” he asks.
I’m mortified. I’m also hornier than ever. And I feel every bit as Little as Papi infers when I whisper, “No playing with my titties.”
He cups my face and kisses me. “Now, what do you think of the stones?”
“They’re big.”
Ekert and Papi chuckle.
Papi says, “We’ll take them. Go ahead and prepare them. I’ll let you know when Janelle is ready to come back.” He lifts me off the counter and settles me on his hip again.
“It was nice to meet you,” Sophie calls out.
“You, too.” I smile at her, but I’m still so flustered that I’m not sure my mouth lifts much. What a crazy day.
Chapter Twelve
Tekfan
I’m not sure about my latest idea for tough love, but I’m going for it. I’ve put Janelle in her playpen and stepped out of sight. I’m only around the corner in the hallway, but she doesn’t know that.
She’s bawling, and she has been for five solid minutes.
We’ve built up to this. For several days, I left her in the playpen without leaving the room. I increased the length of time every day. She never liked it, but she eventually stopped screaming and reduced herself to sniffles.
She’s playing me. I won’t deny she suffers from separation anxiety, but she also has me wrapped around her pinky. At least she’s not standing. She only rose onto her feet twice in her playpen. I spanked her hard both times and made her start her time over. She hasn’t done that again.
“Papi, come back,” she wails.
I take a deep breath and pace in the hallway. I hate this. I don’t even want to put her down. I’d rather hold her everyminute of the day. She’s my mate. Our bond is strong and growing stronger.
Janelle has been here three weeks, and we haven’t consummated our union. I give her a lot of orgasms, and I take myself in hand several times a day, too. But I’ve been fearful about entering her tiny body. I don’t want to hurt her. It’s inevitable and unavoidable. I’ve asked several Papis, including Thabo if there’s any way to avoid causing her pain, and they’ve all told me it’s not possible. It will hurt the first time no matter what.
I’ve done everything I can to mitigate the discomfort. There’s no reason to wait any longer. But I fucking hate the idea of seeing her face scrunch up when I enter her.
At ten minutes, her cries slow down. “Papi?” she calls out.
I’m going to wait five more minutes before I go back into the living room. We have to do this. I need to go back to work in a few days. I’ve put it off long enough. Customers are waiting patiently, but I’ve been gone over a year. Some of my properties are in desperate need of attention.
I have men who work for me maintaining lawns, but I’m the designer. Anyone who wants to redo their landscaping has been waiting.
I’ll take Janelle with me to every job. No one minds that. She’ll stay in her stroller nearby while I work. That’s not an issue. The problem is I have to be able to put her down. I can’t hold her while I’m working. She’ll be able to see me, but I can’t carry her around.
I have a few ideas that might help encourage her to stop panicking. I’m at my wits end, so I’m going to have to pull out all the stops.
