He smiles wide the moment I take the first suck. The formula tastes so good. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted. Why? I suck again, eagerly, suddenly famished and so thirsty.
“That’s my good girl,” Papi praises.
I close my eyes and continue guzzling the contents of the bottle, marginally aware that Papi has lifted my torso again with his fingers around my ankles. He slides something under me.
I’m relieved when he pulls a soft material up over my pussy and across my hips. At least I’m no longer naked and exposed. I don’t know what he wrapped around me, but I’m glad.
A moment later, Papi takes over holding the bottle, and Surgient steps out of the way. Papi slides his free arm gently under my entire body and lifts me off the bed to cradle me against him.
It’s amazing how he manages to protect my arm, hold the bottle, and nestle me against his chest. His lips come to my forehead, and he kisses me there so sweetly, lingering a long time before easing back and meeting my gaze with a huge smile.
“You are so precious, Baby girl. I’m so glad I found you. I promise to care for you and love you for the next several centuries.”
He holds my good hand in his and strokes my fingers.
I feel his love deeply. We just met. How could he love me? How could I love him back?
There is far too much to process here, and my brain can’t handle it. I close my eyes as I finish the bottle, feeling overwhelmingly content. There are weird red flags, but I ignore them because I feel so happy.
When Papi eases the nipple out of my mouth, I hear Surgient say, “Here.” His voice is very soft. “It’s best to start right away. It will help her self-soothe.”
The nipple strokes my lips again, and I part them automatically, except when I suck, nothing comes out. I blink up at Papi. He’s holding the nipple in my mouth. It’s not attached to a bottle this time.
I suck again.
“Good girl. Sleep now, Baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He kisses my forehead as I drift off, marginally aware that I’m sucking on a pacifier.