Page 30 of His Little Ametrine
“It’s okay to make noise. No one will care if you scream when you come, but be aware, these walls are not thick. Everyone will hear you if you don’t keep your voice down,” he warns me.
I’m trembling with need. I don’t care who hears me. I’ve been desperate for so long I can’t think straight.
Papi drags his thumb between my labia and trails it back to my rectum before easing that soaked digit into me. It’s not as wide as the probe that was just inside me, but it’s Papi’s thumb, and it’s so erotic the way he’s holding me on my side, kissing me gently everywhere, and now filling my bottom.
I’m close to orgasm from just the naughtiness of him touching methere. But he doesn’t leave me hanging. He strokes through my folds with his fingers, grazing my clit over and over until I’m wound tight. Finally, he thrusts two of his enormous fingers into my pussy. “Come, Baby girl.”
I arch my body and obey him, my orgasm powerful like every release he gives me, but this time, I manage not to scream. I’m sure I made a few unhuman noises, but hopefully the entire clinic didn’t hear me.
That afternoon, Papi straps me into the stroller and takes me to the park. The waiting room was empty when we got to the clinic earlier, so this is the first time I’m seeing other women—other Little girls—who’ve come from Earth to live here with their mates.
My eyes are wide as Papi angles my stroller so I can watch the other women playing while he sits next to me on a park bench. It’s shocking. For a long time, I can barely breathe. Intellectually I knew what to expect. Papi told me. But seeing other women playing like Little girls on the playground is not the same as hearing about it.
There are six women here, right now, and all six of their Papis are gathered nearby, talking to each other while they keep a close eye on their mates.
It’s surreal. All of them have either pigtails or braids. They’re wearing nothing but diapers. And most shocking, they all have their nipples pierced. Hoops with a variety of stones dangle from their tips.
“When will you pierce my nipples?” I ask softly.
“Whenever you’re ready, Baby girl. I’ve spoken to Ekert. He’s the jeweler who will design your hoops.” Papi leans forward next to me and points toward the swings where a blond woman is flying high. “See the Little girl with the blond pigtails?”
“Yes.”
“That’s Sophie. Ekert is her Papi. I’ve heard Sophie has an amazing eye for high quality gemstones. She has already chosen some pretty ametrine stones and set them aside for you to look at when you’re ready.”
I twist my head toward Papi and smirk. “You act like I have a choice.”
He chuckles. “Eventually you will get your pretty nipples pierced, Sara. It’s inevitable. However, we don’t usually rush our Littles to get them done. Most Littles do it soon after the first few weeks. It’s customary. Some wait a bit longer.”
I lick my lips, wanting clarification. “But it’s not optional.” Nothing in my life seems to be optional. I do whatever Papi tells me to do at all times. I’m aware that if I don’t, I will be disciplined. He’s holding back because I’m still so weak, but when I get stronger, he will spank me when I misbehave. That is clear.
Papi draws in a deep breath and turns my stroller slightly to meet my gaze more directly. I’m strapped into the stroller in a five-point restraint system that will eventually prevent me from leaning forward. It’s superfluous right now because I don’t have the ability to lean anywhere yet.
My arms are lying rather uselessly at my sides. I can sort of lift them with great effort, but I can’t really control them to specifically reach for something.
Papi surprises me by cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple. Right here where anyone could see if they look our direction.
My breath hitches. “Papi…”
“I know we’ve only known each other a few days, Sara, but it seems like much longer, and we know each other better than we would otherwise because of the strong bond between us. Have you ever in your life felt the kind of connection you feel with me?”
I shake my head. “No, Papi,” I murmur.
He flattens his palm between my breasts. “Do you feel the love between us in your heart?”
I nod. I really do. It’s so strong. I already knew it before we left Earth. I knew it before he lifted me off that stage and carried me away from my life.
“If I were a human and we lived on Earth, would you marry me and wear my ring?”
I nod again. My heart is racing.
Papi’s warm palm is still resting between my breasts, but his hand is huge, and he’s caressing one nipple with his thumb while the other side of his palm presses against my other nipple.
He leans in closer and kisses my forehead. “I know you don’t care if I pierce your nipples, Baby girl. In fact, I’m certain you’re looking forward to it because you understand how much it means to me. You’re not questioning the piercing. You’re asking me if you will always have to obey me in all things. And the answer is yes. You will. But it won’t be a struggle. You’ll obey me because you’ll want to. You’ll obey me because you’ll understand how strongly I feel about you, how much I love you, and how badly I want you to be safe.”
I swallow over the lump in my throat as deep emotions well up inside me.
“Some Little girls are scared to get their nipples pierced. Some hold out because they’re stubborn. But eventually they all cave for the reasons I just listed and so many more. How do you think you’d feel if you came to the park and played with the other Little girls day after day for weeks or months and you were the only one who never got her pretty nipples pierced? Peer pressure would eventually win. Not because you’d want to conform to the others but because your unadorned nipples would be a symbol to anyone who saw them that you had not fully committed to your Papi yet.”
