Page 39 of His Little Garnet

ChapterEleven

Olivia

My brain is broken. I can’t make a single coherent thought. All I know is sensation. It’s all over me and in me. It’s in the air and deep in my bones. Raw, pure sex. Exactly like a drug.

I want to stay here forever. I want to savor this feeling. I want more at the same time. I want to do it again.

I’m restless and so close to orgasm. Papi was right. I’m going to come again. I’m trying to hold it back, but I can’t any longer. The moment he grinds the base of his cock against my pussy, I shatter.

It’s powerful, more than before if that’s possible. My channel milks his shaft so hard that I clench my jaw to match my pussy. It’s not enough. As I come down, the need doesn’t abate. It might even grow.

Papi eases out of me. When he grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head, I realize I was flailing around.

My desperate need is making me delirious. I’m moaning, whimpering, and maybe begging. I can’t be sure.

Papi kisses my lips and then lowers his head to my breast, suckling one before the other, piercing them both with his quill.

I arch off the mattress as far as possible with him over me.

He shifts my wrists to one of his hands and moves down my body. When he kisses my inner thigh, I cry out. He pricks the tender flesh there, driving my need higher. He repeats the action on the other side, and then comes to center to flick my clit.

I come. I don’t stop coming. He keeps nicking my skin. Everywhere. With his free hand, he strokes my folds, gathering his come, and spreading it all over my pussy and my thighs.

It’s so erotic. I’m floating as my body twitches and pulses. I think I’m making sounds or at least mumbling, but I’m not sure. I’m still throbbing as Papi releases my hands, scoops me off the bed, and holds me against him.

We’re moving, but I’m not in my body. I can’t stay inside myself. It’s too much. The sensations are overwhelming. If I don’t escape, I’ll pass out.

I hear water running, and then Papi is easing me into the oval basin where he bathes me. “It won’t stop, Papi,” I groan. Every inch of my skin is on fire with arousal that is growing, not lessening.

“Papi’s going to fix it, Baby girl. Hold on.”

I can’t stay still. Papi has to hold me down in the basin. He splashes water over my body with his hand as the water level rises.

I’m not able to see more than a blur until my pussy is submerged. Even then it’s hard because he’s rubbing my sensitive skin with a soft cloth.

I’m panting as my vision clears, and I watch as Papi applies more soap to the cloth and brings it back to my tender folds.

“That’s my good girl. Take some deep breaths. Let Papi wash it off.”

My skin is sensitive. Not just between my legs but everywhere. The slightest graze against my arm or my leg makes me moan.

Papi keeps washing me, careful to cover every tiny inch of my skin up to my neck. He has draped my long ponytail up over the counter, so my hair isn’t submerged.

Lastly, he grabs a new cloth and washes my face. When I meet his gaze, his brows are furrowed with concern.

I lift my hand out of the water and set it on his cheek. It’s my turn to comfort him. “I get it now.”

He gives me a small smile.

“Your people don’t divorce do they?”

He chuckles. “No, Baby girl. Never. It’s not possible. We don’t break our connection for any reason. We don’t call it marriage or divorce, but neither exists. You’re just mine. It’s a fact. We don’t need paper.”

I swallow. “But the nipple rings?”

He shrugs. “They’re a symbol, meant to be worn with pride. A way I show everyone how much I love you. A way you show everyone how much you love me. They’re another sign of submission, Little one. Not just a flashy jewel slipped onto your body that can easily be removed. The nipple rings don’t come off. Not easily. You can’t remove them at night and set them on the nightstand. They stay in for life. Everyone who sees them knows you offered up your most sensitive precious body part to me as a symbol of your complete submission.”

I swallow, never looking away as he speaks. He’s so intense. The nipple rings are important to him. Very important. If I deny him, his feelings will be hurt. I’m not ready to accept the gesture yet, but I understand the commitment he’s talking about.

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