When fifteen minutes are up, I step back into the living room. I’m shaking as badly as she is. I don’t like leaving her. I don’t like putting her down. But life demands I do so, and I need Janelleto work with me so that we aren’t both stressed out every time we’re separated.
Janelle’s chest is rising and falling from her sobs when I reach over the side of the playpen to pick her up. She clutches me around the neck as though I’ve come back from a ten-year voyage to the outer limits of the universe.
I carry her to the sink and wet a washcloth before leaning her back to wipe her tears away.
She’s no longer sobbing, but she’s still shaking and sucking back tears. “I don’t like it when you do that, Papi.”
I kiss her forehead and grab a bottle from the fridge to heat up.
Her heart rate slows, and her breathing eases until she’s sniffling. She knows I’ll hold her while she eats. She likes it when I feed her. We both do.
I head for the nursery and settle in the rocking chair, leaning her back in my arms before tapping her lips with the nipple. I smile at her while she suckles. We both love this part of every day. It’s bonding. Not as bonding as sex will be, but our connection is more intense while we stare into each other’s eyes.
Janelle fills her diaper while she eats, and when the bottle is empty, I carry her to the changing table. I strap her down like always with her arms stretched over her head, her torso secured above and below her breasts.
This time, I bend her knees and restrain them in a wide position.
Janelle starts panting as soon as I open her diaper. Not surprising. She’s learned what happens during a diaper change. What she doesn’t know is that I’m about to shake things up.
The first thing I do is clean her skin, and then I reach for the dilating tool. We’ve moved to the fourth size. It’s not nearly as large as my cock, but it stretches both of her holes more than anything prior.
I pull the hood back from her clit and circle the little nub with the blunt tip of the phallic device.
She sighs and sinks into the changing table.
Far too soon, I move the dilator to her pussy and ease it into her.
Janelle lifts her head, frowning.
Bingo. My girl is way too conditioned to expect things a certain way. Time to switch it up a bit. I ignore her look of confusion, spend less than a minute stretching her cunt, and then move the device lower. I have to grab the lube to coat the tip because I didn’t linger long enough in her vagina for her arousal to drip out.
“Papi…” She squirms when the cold lube touches her puckered hole, and she whimpers indignantly when I push it into her bottom. I don’t turn on the vibrations. I simply slide it in and out while watching her face in my peripheral vision.
Janelle is so used to being permitted to orgasm from the dilator that she finds it pleasurable even without the foreplay. As soon as I feel the beginning of her rectum contracting around the rod, I remove it and grab a diaper.
She jerks her head up. “Papi?”
“What, Baby girl?” I say as though I have no idea what she’s questioning. I finish diapering her, remove her restraints, and lift her into my arms.
Her brow is furrowed. I can smell her arousal. I wonder if she can smell mine. I head back to the living room, settle on the center cushion of the couch, and pick up my ereader. I haven’t read much since we got home. I’m always with Janelle, and I’d rather devote all my attention to her. But it’s time to get her attention.
I open my device and choose a book about soil nutrients. It’s going to be boring as hell, but I think Janelle needs to feel uncomfortable.
She’s fidgeting from being stimulated and not granted an orgasm. She can’t possibly be comfortable sitting on my lap without the armrest on either side of me. And if she reads over my shoulder, she’s going to wish she were anywhere else in the universe.
This will backfire on me if it turns out Janelle is extremely interested in soil nutrients.
When she squirms, I give her hip a squeeze. “Sit still, Little one.”
“But, Papi…”
I pretend to read.
“My bottom tingles, Papi.”
I glance at her. “Why’s that, Baby girl?”
She pouts. “Because you didn’t let me come.”
