Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Do you need to go potty, Little one?”
I hate how he’s Daddying me. Don’t I? I nod, mostly because the thought of him giving me five minutes alone in the bathroom sounds like heaven. Hell, in those five minutes, I can probably get myself off.
He scoops me off the counter and carries me through to the bedroom again. Instead of continuing toward a bathroom, though, he lowers me onto my back on the huge bed once more.
Bracing me with one hand, he reaches down to grab something from the shelf on the nightstand.
“I won’t fall, you know,” I grumble. “You don’t have to keep a hand on me when I’m on the bed or the counter. I’m not a baby.”
He sets some sort of bag next to me. I can’t see in it. He pulls out a soft towel, lifts my hips with one hand around my ankles and slides it under me. What the hell?
His hands come to my sides, and he meets my gaze, leaning over. “You’ll have to get used to my overprotective ways, Baby girl. You won’t fall because I’ll never give you the opportunity. I will never leave you unattended on any piece of furniture, the counter, or the wash basin. The furniture in my home is much higher and bigger than what you’re used to. You’ll only be on it when I’m holding you. When you’re in a highchair at the table, you’ll be strapped in for safety. Eleadian males are sticklers about safety.”
I gasp, honing in on the one word. “Highchair?” My voice comes out as more of a squeak.
“When you’re ready for solid foods, yes.”
My head is spinning, and then he changes the subject.
“I see that you keep your pussy bare, but I’m going to use a cream on your skin that will prevent hair from ever growing back. Can you spread your legs wide and hold still for Papi?”
I’m frozen. His surprises never cease. The thought of not having to shave ever again is pleasant, but the idea of him being so intimate with my pussy is unnerving. “How about if I do it instead? I can do it in the bathroom.”
He ignores me and nudges my knees open. “How about if you obey Papi like the good girl I know you have inside you so I don’t have to spank you again so soon.”
My tummy dips. His words are infuriating and make me so damn horny at the same time. His dominance is intoxicating.
He bends my legs and pushes my knees wide, so very wide. “That’s my good girl. Hold still.”
I don’t simply hold still. I hold my breath and watch with wide eyes as he opens a tube of something, squeezes a large amount of ointment on his finger, and then rubs it into my folds. He even pushes my knees back to coat my rectum.
I’m panting. My face is a thousand degrees. He’s so methodical about everything. I’ve never been this exposed to a man in my life. I’ve dated. I’ve had a few boyfriends that lasted several months. I’ve been naked, had sex, and even slept over with two of them sometimes. None of them so boldly spread me open and exposed me.
None of them could have scented how aroused I was either.
Papi sets his enormous palms on my inner thighs. “Good girl. It needs to stay on your skin for a few minutes.”
“And it prevents the hair from growing?”
“Yep. Your pussy will be bare for the rest of your life. No more shaving or waxing. If I had to shave your pretty folds every day, I think I’d have a heart attack worrying about cutting you.” He smiles. His words are baffling.
He’s so overbearing. As if it’s a given that he would be the one to shave me. As if I couldn’t do it myself. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be permitted to do anything myself.
Finally, he gently removes the cream and probably gobs of my arousal with it. He even leans over my folds and moves them back and forth as if he can somehow ensure he did a good job.
I gasp when he closes the distance and kisses my pussy reverently. Afterward, he plants his hands on either side of my head and meets my gaze again. “You’re not going to like this next part, my feisty Little girl, but you’re going to have to learn to accept all the parts of my world.”
I inhale sharply as my body trembles. What now?
“We don’t have bathrooms on Eleadia, Baby girl. Not like the ones you’re used to on Earth. We wash our Little girls in a basin in the kitchen and use wet cloths to clean sticky mouths and hands.”
I stare at him, blinking. “No bathrooms?”
He shakes his head. “No bathrooms. No clothes either. The only thing Papi will wear is loose pants. The only thing Little girls wear is soft absorbent material around their bottoms.”