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)
This is my heaven. This is what I’ve waited a lifetime for. I’m so happy I’ll never stop smiling.
Chapter Sixteen
Ava
“I could walk, you know,” I grumble as we stand outside Ekert’s home, waiting for him to answer our knock.
Papi is holding me in his arms. He kisses me on the cheek. “You get the five things on your list today, Baby girl. Not one more. We’ll discuss walking tomorrow.”
I sigh, but I’m grinning. I’m so happy. I’m also nervous because other than the clinic, we haven’t gone anywhere, so this is my first venture out wearing nothing but a diaper.
The door opens, and another behemoth of a man greets us. “Ganrax, Ava, come in.”
He steps back to let us in, and this is when I notice a blond woman hanging on to his leg. She’s so much smaller than him, I almost didn’t see her. She peers around his hip and smiles. “Hi. I’m Sophie.” Her blond pigtails bounce around her face.
“Hi,” I whisper nervously as Papi steps inside and shuts the door.
I try to lean into him, keeping my breasts against his chest, but as soon as Ekert coaxes Sophie to step in front of him, I forget my plight. My gaze lowers to her breasts.
Her nipples have hoops on them, and dangling from the hoops are the prettiest diamonds I’ve ever seen.
I swallow. I consented to this. I even demanded it happen today, but now that I’m here, I’m a bit nervous. My good hand comes to my breasts, and I squeeze them both protectively.
Papi reaches for my arm and guides it away before he lifts my chin. Right in front of Ekert and Sophie, he says, “What was my first rule, Baby girl?”
My face heats to the point I might catch on fire.
He lifts a brow, waiting for me to respond.
I lick my lips. “No playing with my titties,” I murmur.
He kisses me. “Was the clamp not enough of a reminder? Do you want me to swat them before Ekert pierces them?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Then keep your fingers away. That goes for after they’re pierced, too. No touching.”
I glance at Sophie.
Her cheeks are red, too, and her Papi is holding her arms at her sides as if it’s hard for her to keep them away from her titties also. She bites her lower lip and releases it. “It’s weird for a long time. Being exposed and then having the heavy stones hanging from your titties. But it gets easier. Eventually… Sort of.”
I can’t help but smile. “That doesn’t sound convincing.”
She shrugs. “They’re a constant reminder that you are loved. It can be maddening at times.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
Papi chuckles. “Ava, you’re not going to feel a thing. I’m going to numb your little nipples, and besides, even if Ekert pierced them without my serum, the pain would be fleeting and not come even close to the pain you experienced from that clamp.”
“I don’t think I want to know about this wicked clamp you’re speaking of,” Sophie declares. “Can we show them the stones, Papi?” she asks, tugging on Ekert’s hand, undoubtedly hoping to keep him from asking about the clamp.
I don’t blame her.
We step into another room, off the entrance, that looks a lot like every jewelry store on Earth with display cases around the room. Sophie bounces over to a tray that already has something in it.
When Papi leans over the display, I gasp and stare in disbelief before turning my gaze to his.
“What do you think, Baby girl? Remember we can change them if you don’t like them.”
I look at them again. “They’re the prettiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. What is the stone?”
“Morganite,” Sophie declares, bouncing again on her bare feet. “I help Papi choose stones because I have an eye for it,” she announces proudly.
I wrap my good arm around Papi and hug his neck tightly. “I love them so much.” They are also huge, and I know they will hang heavy on my nipples, making me constantly aware of them. Somehow I didn’t realize how large the stones were going to be.
Papi rubs my back. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Let’s get started then,” Ekert declares. He leads us into another room where he lifts Sophie off the floor and sets her on a stool next to a very clinical chair that reminds me of the kind in a dentist office. “Hold on to the sides, Little one,” Ekert instructs.
Papi sets me on the chair.
Ekert proceeds to lean it back before strapping me down with my hands at my waist, carefully maneuvering around the cast.
I’m breathing heavily, filled with nerves, but Sophie rubs my shoulder. “You won’t feel a thing. I promise.”
I already feel a lot because my nipples are raw and angry from the clamp. I’m choosing to increase that pain with these piercings. Since when am I a masochist? Apparently I’m learning new things about myself every day.