She stares at her nipples, breathing heavily.
I hold her wrists in one hand and lift the other to cradle the dangling cinnabar stone. “You are the prettiest Little girl on Eleadia, Janelle, and these are the sexiest nipple piercings I’ve ever seen.”
She inhales sharply and shudders.
I wait with bated breath to find out what her reaction will be. Meanwhile, I touch her engorged nipple with my thumb. “Are you in any pain, Baby girl?”
She shakes her head. “No, Papi.” Her voice is soft. It gives nothing away. I shift my attention to her face. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip.
I lower my gaze back to her nipple and gently spin the hoop through the tiny hole.
Janelle’s breath hitches, followed by her arching her breast toward me and whimpering.
“Does that feel good, Baby girl?” I smile. I can’t help myself. I’m fucking pleased.
“Yes, Papi.” Her words are breathy. “Do it again.”
I slowly ease the hoop around and around, watching as her nipple grows larger, engorging more by the second.
Janelle moans.
My cock is going to expand out of my pants. I need to torment her more while she’s so receptive to the idea, so I drop her nipple and her wrists to lift her into my arms. I stand and hurry from the nursery to enter the master bedroom.
Moments later, I lower her onto our bed, setting her on her bottom.
She looks up at me with wide eyes.
I have a plan. I open the nightstand and grab a set of Velcro handcuffs.
Janelle gasps when I hold them up. She’s shaking with the need to touch herself. Her hands are fists in front of her, trembling from the effort to obey me. “Tingles, Papi.”
I consider lowering her to her back, but if I do that, she won’t be able to see what I have planned for her nipples. So, I scoot her back so she’s sitting against the headboard. “Lift your arms out wide, Little one.”
Her hand is extremely unsteady as she holds it out for me against the headboard, and she starts panting when I secure her wrist to the slats. I hurry to the other side of her to restrain her other wrist the same way.
“Am I in trouble, Papi?”
“No, Little one. You’re not in trouble at all. I want you to fully understand what it means to have your little titties pierced, and I don’t want your hands in the way.”
She arches again, whimpering. “Papi…” Her tone is filled with lust. The scent in the house is nothing but Janelle.
I remove her diaper. “Legs open, naughty girl.”
“I’m not naughty, Papi. I didn’t touch them.”
I spread her knees wide, letting her keep them bent so she’s comfortable before I settle between them, making it impossible for her to close her legs. I grin. “I bet you’re thinking some of the naughtiest thoughts that have ever entered your mind.”
“But you can’t punish me for having naughty thoughts, Papi.”
“I’m not punishing you. I’m going to pleasure you.” I grab a pillow. “Lean forward, Little one.”
With her arms restrained so wide, she can only roll her head and shoulders forward a few inches. It’s enough, though. I only need enough space to slide the pillow down at the small of her back. The cushion forces her to arch.
Her heels dig into the mattress, and she lifts her hips up. A deep groan escapes her lips at the same time her pussy starts dripping.
The position is meant to make her feel exposed, and it’s working.
“Look at me, Baby girl.”
