Page 35 of His Little Sapphire

He leans over the side of me and sucks my wet folds, teasing them mercilessly. I would buck completely off the table, but I’m so restrained it’s not possible.

Papi nicks my labia several times, but by now I crave it. I don’t care if he pierces my entire body with that wicked quill.

Finally, he lifts his head and uses one hand to hold my folds open wide. His gaze lands on mine. “That’s my good girl. Relax and let the glass cock into you, Little one. I promise you will enjoy it. Before long, you’ll be begging me to use anything I can get my hands on to give you pleasure.”

I gasp, moaning as I see Thabo has returned. He’s holding up a very colorful glass object. I know it must be the dildo. He swirls the tip of it around my clitoris before nudging my entrance.

“Try to relax, Baby girl. Let it feel good.” Papi holds my folds spread apart with one hand, using his middle finger to also stroke my swollen nub. His gaze is on me though, and I swear his brow is slightly furrowed. He doesn’t want to hurt me.

His free hand comes to my face, cupping my cheek. He lets his thumb slide into my mouth, and I instinctively suckle it. It feels good. Like my pacifier. Soothing.

The glass rod eases into me. The stretch is almost too much, but I’m so desperate for relief that I find I enjoy the slight twinge of pain.

“Almost there, Little one,” Thabo states. He’s pulling the rod in and out of me, inching deeper each time.

Papi is rubbing my clit faster and harder.

Suddenly I know the dildo is as deep as I can tolerate, and my channel clenches down on it. It doesn’t hurt. It feels amazing. I want Thabo to thrust it in and out. Instead he’s holding it steady.

I suck Papi’s thumb harder, moaning as I long for something I know nothing about.

“That’s my good girl. Let it go. Don’t fight it. Come for Papi.”

I shudder as my orgasm consumes me. The pulses are strong and powerful. My channel squeezes the glass rod so hard I think it might break. Unreasonable of course, but the thought runs through my head as waves of pleasure consume me.

When it’s done, Thabo eases it out, leaving me panting and limp while he talks to Papi. I can’t understand a single word. I’m too busy reliving that amazing feeling I’ve now experienced several times.

I want to do it again. Am I going to hell? If there is such a place and the God who rules over it doesn’t believe women should participate in the sins of the flesh, then yes. I’m going to hell. I’m not sure I care though. Maybe it’s for the best.

ChapterTen

Strogan

“You’re very quiet, Baby girl.” Admittedly, I’m nervous.

When Thabo was done entering the details of this visit into his computer, he left the room. Left me to diaper my Little girl, remove her restraints, and lift her into my arms.

I’ve been sitting in a chair in the quiet office for several minutes, holding her. She has her legs wrapped around my waist, and she’s gripping my neck as if she might fall if she lets go. She has to know I would never let her fall.

I rub her back and kiss her neck. It’s hard to know if I’m making the right decisions for her. Thabo seems to think she needs a firm hand. He thinks I should make some decisions without her input because if I don’t, we’ll be in limbo for a while. And limbo for my girl is making her anxiety too high.

I understand her upbringing had been odd and powerful and has had an effect on her. I know she has deep mental blocks when it comes to sex and letting herself experience pleasure in general. I hate that for her, and I know I will erase it. We have our entire long lives to replace her unusual beliefs with healthier ones.

The question is: how do I go about this in the most effective way without causing emotional damage?

She was fine for the first two weeks, focused on getting her feet under her, literally. It takes that long for Little girls to get their fine motor skills back and all of their speech. I think it distracted her. In addition, I didn’t pressure her sexually, nor did I prick her skin.

We need to start down a new path today. It’s time to make sure she understands that I will worship and adore her for centuries, but I’m also in charge.

I’m fairly certain she was lost inside her head while Thabo gave me a pile of advice. I’m going to take it. I suspect most of Chrissy’s anxiety will disappear if I make it clear she doesn’t have choices. She doesn’t need to worry about whether or not she should be enjoying sex or should take her bottles or should use her diapers. She also doesn’t need to fret about her pretty nipples. I’ll get them pierced today and put an end to that stress.

I continue to rub her back as she continues to cling to me. She’s whimpering, still trembling from her orgasm. I want her to feel so very loved, so I don’t let go. Thabo said we could use this room for as long as we need. He has plenty of other exam rooms.

Finally, she leans back a bit. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around my waist, and she stares at my chest, stroking a finger down my pecs absently. It feels like heaven.

I gently wrap my fingers around hers and lift them to my lips to kiss them.

She flinches. “Don’t prick them, Papi,” she murmurs.

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