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I don’t know the answer. I’m struggling to focus on anything except the glass rod inside me. The stretch is intense. I realize that was his goal—to distract me so I don’t fret about my nipples.

Papi picks me up. “Wrap your legs around me, Little one.”

I do. I’m used to that. It feels so weird this time though. The rod lodges deeper. Part of it is protruding out, but that makes it even stranger.

When we return to the living room, Sophie skips toward us. “Oh, your titties look so pretty.”

Janie called them titties too. It’s so babyish, but maybe that’s the entire point. I’m a baby now. My mind is the same. It might even be clearer than ever. But I’m fully reliant on Papi for every need.

It’s a very odd way to live. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it yet, but I also don’t have a choice, so it would serve me well to learn to accept my new life and enjoy it.

I’ve met three Littles today. They all seem so happy. If they are, I bet I can be too.

ChapterThirteen

Strogan

Two weeks later…

“Christine. What did I say about running in the house?”

I slow my gait and giggle. “Sorry, Papi.” That’s a rule I’m struggling with. It’s hard to remember. Or maybe I like the way he says my full name when he chastises me. Or maybe I like it when he spanks me.

I’ll never admit it, but it feels so good when Papi swats my bottom. It makes my pussy all tingly and needy. He doesn’t let me come when he spanks me, but I don’t mind. I like the constant low-level arousal.

Between getting my bottom spanked, having my nipples bouncing under the weight of the piercings, the toys Papi makes me wear inside my pussy, and the frequent pokes of his quill, I’m always a bit crazed and needy.

I come to him, my gait slower. I clasp my hands behind my back as I approach because I know he likes it when my tits are thrust forward, my shoulders back. “Can I help you in your shop today?” I ask, hopefully.

“Hmmm. If I let you stain the latest piece, can you keep your gloves on tight and not let it get on your skin?”

I nod. “Yes, Papi.” I love it when he lets me do the staining. It’s fun and makes me feel important and helpful. “You could give me a shirt so I don’t accidentally get stain on my titties,” I suggest.

He chuckles and grabs my hips, pulling me closer before he lifts me off the floor and holds me high in the air so he can suckle one of my nipples.

I moan. Every time he does this, I’m surprised by his strength for about two seconds before my eyes roll back from the intensity of arousal that washes through me. His saliva gets into my nipple even without him piercing me now that I have the hoops.

When he sets me back on my feet, I sway. “Papi…” I admonish.

He grins. “I love you, Baby girl.”

“I love you too, Papi.” We started saying this about a week ago. Every day we say it more often than the last.

“Are you happy?” he asks.

I nod. “So happy, Papi. I’ll be happier when you make love to me though.” I tip my head to the side as I make this suggestion. I do it about twice a day. So far, he has continued to put me off even though I’ve worn the widest dildo he owns inside me plenty of times.

“You think you’re ready for that?” he asks.

I’m shocked. He’s never said that before. I nod vigorously. “Yes, Papi. Please.” I clench my pussy, wetness leaking out of me at the thought that maybe he’s finally going to consummate our relationship.

“You sure?” he teases.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight. “Please.”

He rubs my back and kisses my forehead before tipping my chin back. “Is sex naughty?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

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