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)
I flinch when Ekert enters the room. “Oh good job, Sophie. You’re getting really good at helping me.”
She beams. “Thank you, Papi.”
He drags something up behind my head. A stool? A moment later, Sophie is standing on it, putting herself at my head. She clasps my hands in hers. “You can squeeze me as hard as you want. I won’t mind.”
I’m grateful. She’s very kind.
Ekert comes to the side and examines my breasts, playing with my distended nipples for so long I’m afraid I’ll moan. “I usually apply a minute or two of suction to the average titty before we start, but Kendra’s nipples are pretty distended. I don’t think we’ll need any help.”
Papi pinches one of them. “She’s had a lot of stimulation today.” He winks at me.
My face heats, but I don’t reprimand him. It doesn’t do any good anyway.
“I’m ready when you are,” Ekert declares, holding up a piercing gun.
I stiffen as Papi leans over me and suckles one of my sensitive titties. He pierces it a second later, letting his quill linger for a moment longer than usual.
I moan as he lifts his head, and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to watch.
Sophie rubs my hands with her thumbs.
A second later, I hear a slight pop, making me jerk.
“One down, one to go.”
I lift my head to confirm this is true. I didn’t feel anything. Sure enough, a hoop is now pierced through my tender flesh, the gorgeous topaz dangling from the little circle.
Papi numbs the other nipple next and holds my entire breast with his hand, gripping it firmly as Ekert lifts the gun. This time I’m more concerned with the pop of the gun than anything else. As soon as I hear it, I know it’s over.
Papi was right. I never felt a thing after his quill, and Lord knows I’m used to being pricked.
Ekert sets the gun down. “If you’d like, I can examine her pussy and give you some ideas for future piercings.”
I whimper. I’m not ready for that today. I hope Papi won’t make me.
“Her pussy is too swollen and distended today to do a good assessment. We’d better come back another day for that,” Papi tells him.
I’m mortified. I’m not sure which would be worse, Ekert examining my pussy or Papi basically announcing that my pussy has been well used today.
My head is spinning as I’m released from all the restraints, and then I’m in Papi’s arms, wrapped around him, holding on tight. I’m exhausted and bury my face in his neck.
Papi rubs my back and excuses us. “Thank you so much. I’ll call you when we’re ready to discuss more piercings.”
Ekert sees us to the door, and I’m glad Papi doesn’t force me to be polite. I’m spent.
Chapter Thirteen
Bialar
Kendra is barely able to stay awake long enough to take a bottle before I put her down for a nap, and even though she sleeps soundly for two hours, I never leave her side.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so precious. I’m so blessed.
She lies on her back in her crib, her pigtails spread out on the pillow, her mouth rhythmically sucking her pacifier, her arm wrapped around her doll, clutching it to her side.
I usually tuck a blanket around her, but I haven’t done so this afternoon. Partly so the material doesn’t irritate her freshly pierced nipples and disturb her sleep. Mostly because I’m selfish, and I want to see her.
I watch the soft globes of her titties rise and fall with her breaths. The topaz gems dangle from her nipples, delicate stones that keep her buds stiff—my cock too.
She’s started sleeping with her legs spread open, her knees bent and splayed. I know it’s more comfortable for Little girls to sleep in this position, but they fight it at first. They aren’t used to having their pussies exposed wide like this. Even in their sleep with a diaper covering them, they’re aware of keeping their thighs together.
Kendra isn’t doing so now. She’s the most peaceful I’ve seen her since I met her. I’m pinching myself. She’s mine. She’s really mine. And now she’s wearing my stones to prove it.
The moment she finally stirs, coming awake slowly, she releases her bladder, filling her diaper. I palm the material as she finishes, a gentle reminder of her submission to me.
She whimpers as she opens her eyes, reaching for the pacifier to pull it out of her mouth. A second later, she lifts her head to look at her chest. “Oh. It wasn’t a dream.”
I chuckle. “No. It’s very real.” I slide my hand up to toy with one of the hoops, watching her expression for any signs of discomfort. She doesn’t flinch. Instead she arches into my hand, moaning.
Damn, she’s perfect.
I switch to the other hoop, watching her reactions and loving every detail. “No pain, Baby girl?”