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)
Sophie giggles. “You don’t. Sometimes it seems like every time they bounce or sway I can feel it in my sex, and it’s so much worse when Papi licks them. The open hole allows his serum to get under my skin without pricking it.”
I gasp and jerk my gaze to Papi.
He smiles. “Side benefit.”
“For whom?” I ask.
He chuckles as he scoops me up into his arms, careful to settle me on his hip without touching my titties.
Ekert holds up a soft-sided pouch. “I put the other items you ordered in here.”
“Oh, thank you. Can you tuck them in the diaper bag?”
I bite my lips. I know exactly what’s in that pouch—the collar, leash, and harness. I’m both nervous and curious.
“Ready to go home, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
After a round of goodbyes with Sophie and Ekert, Papi carries me back outside and carefully straps me into the stroller without letting anything touch my nipples.
On the walk back home, I mostly stare down at my breasts, still trying to process their new adornments. Of all the things that have happened to me since I fainted in the entrance of Club Zoom, this part is definitely the oddest.
Chapter Eighteen
Kalbrac
It’s time for me to give my girl some freedom, but it makes me feel rather panicky at the same time. It’s hard for Clara or any other human female to grasp how anxious we Papis are when it comes to their safety.
Yes, we travel six months to Earth and six months home to find a mate, but that’s not really the issue. The primary reason for our stress is the bond we have. It’s far stronger than I could understand until experiencing it.
What I feel for Clara is so enormous that I can’t stand to take my eyes off her, and I get anxious when I picture her possibly falling or getting injured for any reason. Maybe my anxiety is higher and more warranted than others since she was unconscious and suffering from an unknown ailment when I met her. I’ve been in a heightened state of concern from that moment on.
I want to keep Clara close by my side at all times. If I could hold her in my lap all day, I would do so. If she never walked and kept her bottom on the floor, I wouldn’t complain. The idea of her getting up on two legs and taking steps makes my chest clench irrationally.
I’ve had her crib in my room next to my bed for the past two weeks. This morning, I finally had it moved into the nursery. I had the local furniture maker, Strogan, design me a sturdy railing for one side of our bed. I had it installed this morning also. From now on, Clara will sleep with me, but she will never roll over and fall out of our bed.
She and I need to have a little chat about my anxiety before I let her take her first steps. I want her to understand and not take risks. Plus, I have plans for her that are nothing like the way other Little girls live on Eleadia.
We vaguely touched on my ideas before we left Earth, but I haven’t brought the subject back up since arriving. I will now.
When we get back to the house, I grab the pouch Ekert gave me and set it by my armchair before I lift her out of her stroller, sit, and arrange her so she’s straddling my lap. I want her full attention, but damn she’s so unbelievably gorgeous with the new jewelry.
She stares at her breasts and then lifts her gaze to mine. “Are you going to let me walk now, Papi?”
I nod. “Yes, but I have some stipulations.”
She sets her tiny hands on my shoulders and meets my gaze. “I figured.” Her tone is extremely sassy.
I chuckle. “Naughty girl.” I set my palms on her waist and ease them up her sides. My fingers touch across her back while my thumbs easily stroke the undersides of her breasts.
I love the way she shudders when I give her breasts a push, making them jiggle and the piercings sway.
“Papi…”
I stop toying with her and get serious. “I’m going to be very strict with you, Clara.”
She stares at me.
“It’s because I love you more than anything in the universe, more than I ever imagined possible.”
She swallows and nods. “I love you, too, Papi.”
I smile. I know she does, but it’s nice hearing it. “You know what’s in the pouch, don’t you, Little one?”
She nods.
“I’ve thought long and hard about your mobility. It scares me to let you walk.”
“I’ll be fine, Papi. I’ve been walking for thirty-four years. I promise I’m really good at it.”
I chuckle. “That may be, but I don’t like the idea of you being more than a few feet away from me. I get nervous when I can’t see you. I’m going to be more overbearing than other Papis. You’ll know this when you make friends and start having playdates. None of their Papis will be as overprotective as me.”