Chapter Sixteen
Tekfan
I do not set my Little girl down when we get home. She basically passed out much like she did the night I met her. She was overstimulated and conked out. I know she’s okay just like I knew she was okay that night, too. Her vitals are fine. She’s breathing normally. Her heart rate is good. Pulse. Everything.
I’ve spoken to Thabo, and he says this is her way of recovering and dealing with stress. It’s okay. He assures me she’ll be fine. If I’m still worried tomorrow, I can bring her in. If she doesn’t wake up in a few hours, I can also bring her in.
I’m sitting in the rocking chair in her nursery, cradling her in my arms. I keep stroking her tiny fingers. My gaze wanders back and forth from the pretty piercings to her face. She’s gently suckling a pacifier. Her diaper is soaked because she’s wet it a few times, but it’s okay to leave it for now.
I want her to wake up because I miss her. I’m also a bit afraid she’s going to be mad at me. Did I pressure her too much to do this today? Thabo says based on her history with anxietyattacks, there’s a solid chance she would have practically fainted no matter how long I’d waited to take her to Ekert’s.
She needs to eat, so I gently carry her to the kitchen to heat up a bottle. She doesn’t rouse during that process, nor does she awaken when I swap the pacifier for the bottle. This doesn’t surprise me either because the same thing happened the night I met her.
When the bottle is empty, I set it aside. She whimpers a bit, still suckling at nothing, so I give her the pacifier back. That helps her settle.
After a few hours, I change her diaper. Nothing awakens her during that process. When it’s time, I feed her again. By now I’m worried her nipples will hurt when she wakes up. It’s been a long time since I numbed them. I don’t really want to prick her skin while she’s sleeping. That could send her into a new panic if she jerks awake while I’m doing so.
I rock her some more, watching her sleep in my arms. I’m so fucking blessed. She’s perfect in every way. Even her imperfections are exactly perfect. I love the way she spars with me. I love how she furrows her brow when she’s frustrated. When she cries, the sound is music instead of annoying. It reminds me that she’s here. I’ve found my mate. She’s mine.
When she clenches her small arms around me, it’s life-affirming. She will never be strong enough to actually strain my neck. She can grip as hard as she wants. Every time she does so, I smile inside. I know it’s not healthy for her to have trouble separating from me. I know we have to continue to work on this issue. But inside, it pleases me deeply that she’s so attached that she can’t stand for me to put her down.
Her touch is my entire world. Her need is a balm to my soul. I’ll never tire of her desire to run into my arms if we live five hundred years.
We have to get through one more hurdle. Soon, we need to consummate our mating. It’s not healthy for either of us to put it off. With every passing day, my urge to mate her grows stronger. She feels the same. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know. I’m the one who changes her diapers. I’m the one who sees how soaked her pussy is and how swollen her labia is. I see her clit throbbing from under the hood without me touching it.
When I bathe her, I have to restrain her hands to keep her from touching herself. Plus, I worry she might arch so hard and so fast that she flies out of the basin. That’s how hard she squirms.
I work the dilator into her pussy and her bottom several times a day. She looks forward to it. She won’t say that out loud, but she deflates a bit when I forgo the activity. She doesn’t realize that I can feel her pulse pick up when she’s aroused, nor that I know exactly what makes her the horniest.
She likes it when I stretch her cunt. She bucks and arches. I have to keep a hand on her pelvis to hold her down. She would be embarrassed to know that I’m well aware she likes having her bottom penetrated even more. I suspect it’s because it’s so naughty by human standards. Her humiliation fuels her arousal. It’s adorable.
She needs me inside her as badly as I need to penetrate her. It’s not something either of us has experienced before. We’ll learn together, but it’s as natural as breathing. I can feel that insideme, too.
Janelle finally squirms and blinks her eyes open. She looks confused for several seconds, her brow furrowed as she glances around.
I smile as I pop her pacifier out. “Hey, Baby girl.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“Seemed like a hundred years. I missed you.”
She giggles, the sweet tinkling sound making my heart race. “Papi…”
“You slept about six hours. It’s late afternoon.”
“I fainted, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. I think you were overwhelmed. It was the same thing that happened to you in Club Zoom. I think it’s your body’s way of dealing with being stressed. It shuts down, rejuvenates. How do you feel?”
She pushes to sitting on my lap, her gaze jerking down when she remembers what stressed her out. She inhales deeply and holds it while she pulls her shoulders back.
I hold my breath, too. I’m going to kick myself if she’s upset about the piercings. I hope I didn’t pressure her too soon. My gut tells me this was the right choice, that waiting any longer was contributing to her separation anxiety.
She absentmindedly reaches up with both hands as if to touch the piercings.
I stop her, capturing her wrists with one hand and pulling them down to her lap. “No touching, naughty girl.”
Her essence fills the room. It’s so potent and so fast that my cock goes rock hard.
