Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I didn’t intend to push her to orgasm while I was bathing her, but she needed it, and I would never deny her. Having a mate is new to me. No matter how much research I’ve done or how many other Papis I’ve spoken to, nothing prepared me for how strong my bond is to her.
There was no way I could simply wash her and ignore her needs with her pheromones filling the room and the desperation evident in her eyes. She’s probably still under the pull of arousal from me nicking her nipples with my quill. Or maybe this is just what happens when human females meet their mates.
I carry Clara over to the changing table and dry her off as best as I can before laying her gently on her back. She’s still panting from her release, and her breathing increases when I pull her arms above her head and secure her wrists.
I kiss her stomach before adding a strap across her hips. The scent of her desire is potent. Arousal leaks out of my Little girl with no regard for the fact that she’s had multiple orgasms since I met her.
She whimpers and writhes on the table. “Why do you keep restraining me?”
I kiss her neck and nibble a path to her lips. “Two reasons. I will always secure you to the changing table, Little one. It’s for your safety. I don’t want you to fall off. In addition, restraints heighten your arousal every time, and the scent of your need filling me with every breath makes me want to add ten more straps. Every time I click another one into place, your heart rate increases and your pussy reacts.”
Her chest rises and falls heavily as she stares at me.
I stroke her thighs. “Spread your legs wide for me, Baby girl.”
She tips her head back and arches her chest as she obeys me.
Her pussy glistens, and more wetness leaks out of her as I push her knees wider. “Can you hold yourself open for me, Clara? Or do you need more restraints around your legs?”
She whimpers. “What… What are you going to do?”
I reach for the tube of cream I intend to use and open it while I answer her. “I’m going to spread an ointment on your pussy. It needs to sit for a few minutes before I remove it. You have to stay still for me, Little one.”
“Why?” She lifts her head to look down her body. “What’s it for?”
“It will remove your pubic hair and permanently keep it from growing back on your pussy, Baby girl.” I hold her folds open wide and begin applying the cream, well aware that her pulse increases as well as her arousal.
I know there are differences between human females. It’s hard for me to be sure what is driving her need. It’s a combination of things, but which of them is stronger? Is she still reacting to my prick? Is she the sort of female who has a deep need for restraint? Is the thought of me removing her hair driving her arousal? How much is she affected by my presence? She’s breathing in my scent the same as I am hers.
All of these factors play a role, and I doubt even Clara could put her finger on what the driving forces are. It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that our bond is strengthening by the minute, and my girl is obeying me.
“Papi…” I love the sound of her whimpers.
I finish, set the tube aside, clean off my fingers, and spread my hands on her inner thighs, stroking her skin with my thumbs. I smile at her. She’s stunning. Her thick brown hair is fanned all around her face. Her eyes are huge brown orbs with specks of gold in them. She keeps licking her full lips.
I lower my gaze to her breasts. They’re full and pert with rosy nipples. I’m certain the hessonite stones will look fantastic against her skin.
“Papi…”
I lift my gaze to hers to find her eyes glazed with lust. I stop stroking her inner thighs and squeeze her legs. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Just another minute.”
“What’s happening to me?”
“Your body is aligning with mine, Little one. We’re bonding. It’s normal.”
Her lip trembles. “I’m…hot.”
I frown. Does she have a fever? Her skin doesn’t feel abnormally warm to me. I’ll have Dankin check her vitals. I’m sure he intends to anyway. We didn’t get to that part of the exam.
“Hold still for me while I remove the cream, Baby girl.” I lift one hand and use a warm wipe to rid her pussy of all hair. I grab a few more cloths to make sure she’s totally clean. I don’t want her skin irritated.
Clara is holding her breath. She lifts her head to look down between her legs. “Feels strange.”