Page 24 of His Little Garnet

“I have a special receptacle where I empty my bladder and bowels so my waste can be reused.”

“Why can’t I use it?”

He sits, adjusting me in his arms. “Because it’s not made for females, and it’s much too high for you anyway, Baby girl.” He taps my lips with the bottle.

I jerk my head to the side defiantly. At least I’m finally able to assert myself. It’s kind of invigorating.

Papi surprises me when he sets the bottle on the end table and wraps both arms around me, drawing me closer until our chests press together. This amount of skin-on-skin contact makes my heart race. My nipples stiffen to hard peaks against him.

He tucks my head under his chin and strokes my hair. It’s loose and probably tangled. He’s brushed it out every day since we arrived, taking his time and seeming to enjoy the feel of it flowing through his hands. He hasn’t had a chance yet today.

I’m also aware my hair is much longer than it was when I left Earth, another sign like my no-longer-broken arm that months have passed. Plus, I’m well aware that the nutrition in the formula is superior to anything I’ve ever consumed. It seems like my hair has grown far longer than it would have on Earth in the same time period.

“I’m a patient man, Olivia. It’s in my nature. You’ll find nearly all males on Eleadia to be extremely patient. We don’t live with the same level of stress as males on Earth. Our disposition must be calmer too. I’ve never seen the kind of rage you witness daily on Earth.” He shudders.

I don’t say anything.

“I will have strict rules though, Little one. They’re for your safety and my sanity. One of the most important rules is that you must eat when Papi feeds you. The calories in your formula are just right to keep you at your best physical health. Refusing to eat isn’t an option.”

I purse my lips. He can’t see my face, but I’m wondering how he thinks he’s going to force me to eat if I don’t want to.

I do want to eat of course. I’m hungry. And I love the formula. But I’m working my mad defiant self.

Papi’s voice remains calm. His touch does too. He’s patting my bottom and rubbing a hand through my hair in a way that feels so good. I want to sigh in contentment, but I bite my tongue.

“I will honor your request not to pleasure you. Hold out as long as you’d like on that one, Baby girl. But if you do things that aren’t safe, I will discipline you even before you’re fully mobile. I will spank your naughty bottom often if you decide to be cantankerous. As soon as you can stand, you’re welcome to spend as much time as you want in the naughty corner with your nose to the wall. Does that sound like fun?”

I shake my head against him.

“I didn’t think so.” He surprises me when he slides a hand up to my breast and thumbs my nipple, making me arch and let out a little whimper that infuriates me. He gives the tight bud a hard pinch and releases it.

I yelp. “Ouch.”

“Would you like me to pinch your pretty little titty to help you stay focused while you take your bottle?”

I gasp and shake my head. The way Papi calls my breasts titties makes me squirm. I don’t know why. The word is so…young.

“Or here’s another option. If you don’t want to swallow your formula, I can put it in an enema bag and empty it deep into your bottom through a long hose so you can absorb the nutrients into your colon. Would you like that?” He says all of this as if he’s asking me if I want peas or carrots.

I gasp and tip my head back finally, meeting his gaze to see if he’s kidding. He’s not. His expression is serious.

“No, Papi.”

“Then would you like to lean back in my arms and take your bottle like a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” I lower my gaze. My mad has shifted. Or maybe the gray line between my mad and my arousal got fuzzier because the thought of Papi using any method to force me to do something has made my pussy wet and swollen. My traitorous nipples, which are right under his view so I can’t hide them, are hard as rocks.

I try to squeeze my legs together to ease the intense need, but it’s not possible with the bulky diaper between my thighs. Nothing helps. The desperation grows.

I’m panting as Papi holds the nipple to my lips, offering me a second chance to be his good girl. I take it in my mouth and suck, hoping he won’t notice I’m so aroused. I know that’s not possible. He can smell it, and all he has to do is glance at my nipples to see how he affects me.

I close my eyes as I suck, trying to hide. Trying to shake off the need. Trying not to think about what it would feel like for Papi to push a hose into my forbidden hole and pump my formula into my bottom.

I shudder again and again. I can’t stop my head from running away from me. And the way he pinched my nipple… It shocked me, and it hurt but in a good way. In a way that caused me to want him to do it again.

I suckle hard, swallowing the formula faster than usual. I’m embarrassed, and I don’t want Papi to know his suggestions didn’t sound like punishment at all.

I had no idea I have such submissive tendencies. I’ve never been to a fetish club in my life. I’ve never entertained the idea of submitting to a Dom.

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