Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Everyone will see my tits?” I ask, my voice cracking. I glance down incredulously at my naked chest. Goosebumps rise all over me. My nipples are ridiculously hard and sensitive from the spanking and the exposure and now the thought of everyone on his planet seeing my boobs.
“Not only that…” Papi begins, letting his voice trail off. He glances at Surgient over my shoulder and back at me.
“Jesus, what else?”
Papi slides a hand around to cup one of my small breasts. He thumbs my distended nipple until I arch and whimper. When I try to push his hand away, he is unphased by my attempts. His thumb continues tormenting me. Finally, he pinches the swollen bud and holds it between his fingers.
I groan. “Papi…”
“When we get to Eleadia, Papi will have these pretty little nipples pierced. Little girls wear hoops in their nipples with precious stones that dangle from them.”
I’m pretty sure my heart stops. I shove at Papi, wanting to get off his lap, but he holds me steady with one enormous hand at my back while his other is still cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.
I can’t get away. He’s so much stronger than me and larger. I’m like a child in his lap. I am a child to him. A grown woman child. It’s confusing. “I don’t want my nipples pierced,” I tell him.
Thoughts of Brad filter into my damn brain again. He’d lose his mind if I pierced something, especially without his permission. We’ve had an odd relationship for the past several years, one in which it was a given that I would one day marry him while at the same time we remained strangers.
I never liked him. Not even as a friend. He’s controlling and mean and would have made my life a living hell. That’s why I’m here. I was desperate. I would have done anything to avoid my upcoming nuptials and the stifling life I would have led under his thumb with his breast enlargements, his personal trainers, his hair stylists, and his designer clothes.
I never wanted any of that. I wanted to be free of him. Now I’m free. Ha. I won’t be having any of those things. The two extremes are shocking.
“You’ll change your mind when you see all the other Little girls,” Papi tells me. He releases my swollen nipple to tip my face back. His gaze is deep and penetrative as he stares into my eyes. “I think topaz to match your eyes.”
I swallow hard. I’ve been told my eyes look like topaz before.
“We’ll visit the jeweler and pick out some gorgeous stones. Your eyes will pop and forever sparkle in the sunlight with the pretty gems dangling from your nipples.”
Part of me is horrified. Another part of me glances down to stare at my exposed nipples. I’ve never spent this length of time without a padded pushup bra. Something that gives me more cleavage than I actually have. An illusion. There are no illusions now.
I change my mind. Nipple rings would make me feel completely severed from my old life. Like a silent “fuck you” to Brad or anyone else who thought they could control me and mold me into someone I’m not.
Isn’t that exactly what Bialar is doing too though? Molding me into someone I’m not? How is this different?
I know the answer. It just scares me. Brad wanted me to be someone I didn’t like. Someone without love or feelings. Someone who was going to spend her entire life trying to make him look good.
That’s not what Bialar is offering. He already adores me more than Brad ever would. He looks at me like I am the moon and the sun. Or several moons. I don’t know how many they have circling Eleadia. It’s weird and awkward sitting naked on his lap, but his touch is calming. His voice sooths me. He has my best interests at heart, not his.
“Okay,” I whisper.
A slow smile spreads on his face. “Okay? Just like that?” He’s teasing me.
I narrow my gaze. “I still have a million concerns, mind you. I hope you care what I want too. I hope you’ll be willing to negotiate on some things. I’m not spending my life roaming around your planet naked.”
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses the tips of my fingers. Before I realize his intentions, he pricks one.
I jerk my hand back. “Stop that. It confuses me.”
He’s grinning. “It binds you to me. It helps you feel connected.”
“It’s cheating. Why can’t you let me get there on my own?”
“That’s not our way, Little one. I will prick your skin often for a variety of reasons.”
I roll my eyes. “Then we should negotiate. You get to prick my fingers once a day if I get to wear clothes.” I reach down and cover my breasts with both hands, squeezing my thighs together at the same time.