Page 49 of His Little Garnet

ChapterFourteen

Olivia

For some reason, our trip to Sophie and Ekert’s home fuels my renewed mad. I don’t even know why. It’s not logical. I don’t have a good reason. I had fun with Sophie. She’s very sweet, and she told me a bit about her background. She came from a rough life. To her, Eleadia saved her from unbelievable despair, possibly even death.

I’m happy for her. My story is different. I wasn’t in an abusive relationship. I wasn’t down and out. I had a life planned. I had a degree. I wanted to help people. And I threw all of that away to come here.

Chadka is the best Papi in the universe. I know this because he’s so very patient with me even though I’m being a brat. I’ve hardly spoken to him since we chose the garnets two days ago. I’m being childish and rotten.

Papi should spank me, but he doesn’t. He’s waiting for me to come out of my shell. He has made his new rules clear. I’m not permitted to wander out of his sight. I haven’t. He told me not to touch myself, and though that’s been harder than I want to admit, I haven’t touched myself either.

I’m lying in my crib after my afternoon nap. I haven’t moved yet, wanting a few minutes alone to think before Papi comes to get me. The only time I really have alone is when I first wake up. If I stay still and keep my eyes closed, I can go into my head without him hovering.

I’ve gotten stronger. I’m almost one hundred percent now. I’ve even been surfing the edges of the furniture a bit. I bet I could walk across the floor on my own if I let go. Papi would be so proud. He’s always proud when I hit a new milestone.

When I push him away, I always end up missing him. He gives me space when I’m quiet, and in return, I behave like a spoiled brat.

Is my life really so bad? No. It’s not even kind of bad. I have everything a person could want. I’ll never have to worry about money or paying the rent. I won’t ever work long hours on my feet all day or night.

I don’t have to deal with cars or traffic or gas or bills or…clothes. That last part makes me smile. It’s super weird not wearing clothes, but every day it gets less strange as I see all the Littles who live in the community come and go from the clinic.

I’m fed, cared for, and loved. So very loved. I know Papi loves me. It’s in his eyes. It’s in the way he takes care of my every need even though I’m not being fair to him. He never gets mad.

Mad is all me. I need to let go of my mad for good and embrace my new life. I miss him terribly when I’m being cold and withdrawn. I want his hands on me. I want to feel him inside me again. I bet he’d give me pleasure several times a day if I weren’t so stubborn.

Every time I pull back like this, I become a ball of need, my low-level arousal always present and taunting me.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes. Even thinking about sex has made me aroused. My nipples are hard points. I look down at them, fisting my hands to keep from touching them.

What if they were pierced? Would it feel like I was touching them all the time? Or would it seem like Papi was touching them all the time? I watched the way Ekert played with Sophie’s nipple rings, almost absentmindedly as if it were nothing more than something to do with his fingers for a moment.

For Sophie, it was so much more, and her Papi has to know that. I smile. Of course he knows. He does it on purpose. And she likes it.

I would like that too. I want Papi to touch my titties like that. I want him to give me pleasure. I don’t want to continue to deny what’s been true all along. He’s my mate. I’m his Little girl. Out of all the women on Earth, he chose me and offered me the world.

I need to tell him how I feel.

I twist my head toward the nursery door. It’s ajar, but I don’t hear any noises in the house. I’m surprised Papi isn’t standing by my crib by now. He always comes the moment I wake up.

I push to sitting and wait. He doesn’t come. “Papi?” I call out. I glance at the little box in the corner of my crib. The monitor is lit up. It’s on. Where is Papi?

“Papi,” I call again, louder this time.

Now I’m worried. Really scared. Where is he? What if something happened to him? What if he’s hurt? Maybe he fell and hit his head or had a heart attack. My brain conjures up all manner of outrageous possibilities.

I push to standing and look over the edge of the crib. The railings are very high. I’m not allowed to climb out of the crib. I’m not even permitted to stand inside it.

But I don’t have a choice. Papi is missing. My heart is racing. I know I can climb out. I’m strong enough. I grab the top railing and pull myself up. It’s hard. My arms are not quite that strong, and I fall onto my bottom twice before I manage to finally pull myself over the edge.

I’m trembling as I rest for a moment with one leg over the top before swinging the other leg over and carefully lowering myself down until I’m gripping the top railing, my feet dangling from the floor.

It can’t be too far. I need to let go. When I do, I drop the last bit and tumble to my bottom. I’m not hurt though. I’m okay. I crawl a few feet and then push to standing. Crawling isn’t fast enough. I need to find the will to walk.

The first few steps are wobbly, but I make it to the door. When I open it and step into the hallway, I still hear no sounds. I waddle toward the living room, keeping one hand on the wall for support. Papi isn’t in there.

Finally releasing the wall and taking tentative steps into the open space, I look all around. And then I see him. He’s outside on the back patio. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s on the phone. He’s also running a hand through his hair.

He doesn’t look happy. I hope something bad didn’t happen to anyone. He’s a doctor. It’s possible. I’m so relieved that something bad hasn’t happened to him that I’m selfishly excited.

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