Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath, keeping a hand on my girl, not wanting to risk her falling. She’s perfectly safe, but I’m finding myself constantly worrying about her safety. It’s common. I heard this would happen.
Eleadian males are overbearing and protective. For one thing, we travel a year-round trip to find our mates. That alone would make us incredibly careful about their health and wellbeing. But on top of that is the bond. I heard how strong it would be and how it would grow, but no amount of reading or listening to testimonials prepared me for how powerful this connection would feel. It brings me to my knees.
I clasp Sara’s hand in my much larger one. She’s squirming. I can sense her nerves.
Thabo smiles at her from the other side of the exam table. “Welcome to Eleadia, Little one. How are you feeling?”
“Frustrated, Sir.” She pouts. “My voice is all scratchy, and I can’t even sit up.”
Thabo chuckles. “That’s to be expected. You actually have more mobility than I usually see at three days. You’ll be up and running circles around your Papi in no time. I bet you’ll be walking even before the two-week mark.”
“But my voice…”
“Also normal. The feeding tube irritated your larynx. It will heal. Give it time.”
“Are you sure? What if it doesn’t?” she argues.
Thabo pats her head. “I’ll take a look at it, but I wouldn’t worry. You’ve only regained your voice a day ago. It takes time to fully heal. Don’t rush it. Try not to strain or force your voice beyond what feels easy. I don’t want you to risk damaging your larynx by trying too hard too early.”
He feels around her neck first. “Open your mouth wide for me, Little one.”
She does as instructed, letting him tip her head back farther as he shines a light in her throat.
“Everything looks normal, Sara. If you’re still worried in a few days, I’ll look again, okay?”
She pushes out her bottom lip. It’s nearly impossible to keep a straight face when she gives that fake pout. I doubt it was something she did on Earth. She has accepted her status as my Little girl easier than most and often shows signs of really delving into age play.
Thabo continues examining her, palpating her neck and all of her glands before moving to her breasts. He lifts her arms over her head, and I reach to hold her wrists steady like I did for her exam with Dankin before we left the mothership.
Sara arches and whimpers as Thabo checks her breast tissue. She bites her lip and holds her breath when he moves from her boobs to her nipples.
When he finishes that part of the exam, she blows out a breath. “They don’t do that on Earth,” she argues.
Thabo chuckles. “We are more thorough on our planet, Little one. We’re also not as prudish about sexuality. We like to make sure our females have no physical or emotional blocks preventing them from enjoying sex. That’s why you will often be brought to orgasm at the clinic. When you’re in better control of your body I mean.”
I squeeze my girl’s hand as I meet Thabo’s gaze. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I gave Sara two orgasms yesterday.”
Her face turns bright red. “Papi…” she hisses.
Thabo chuckles. “No need to be embarrassed, Little one.” He turns toward me. “And no reason to fret about pleasuring your mate.”
“But it had only been two days. It was suggested that I not pressure her to enjoy my touch until she was fully mobile.”
“Pressure is the key word. Did you pressure her?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. She begged me. I couldn’t turn her down.”
“Papi!” Sara’s voice rises to a louder pitch than I’ve heard from her yet. She also grabs my hand—the one holding her wrists—and jerks with more strength than reasonable. Even the fact that she could grab on to me with her fingers is impressive.
Thabo continues to chuckle. “If she wants you to give her pleasure, there’s no harm in that. I wouldn’t advise you to fully claim her until she’s able to participate, but there’s no harm in stimulating her with your fingers or your mouth, especially if she’s requesting it. Listen to your Little girl and her needs.”
Sara groans and rolls her eyes back. “Could we please talk about something else? You’re embarrassing me.”
Thabo nods. “How are her bowel movements?”
My precious Little songbird growls. “My poop is fine. I can’t control it. It comes out. I get embarrassed, and Papi cleans it up. Happy?”
I give her wrists a squeeze and give her a stern look. “We’re both happy with how well your bowels are functioning, but I’m not pleased with your tone of voice. I expect you to speak more politely to Thabo. Understood?”
She blows out a breath. “Sorry, Sir,” she mutters toward the doctor.