Page 50 of His Little Sapphire

However, I’ve spoken to Bialar a few times. He’s concerned about Kendra. Apparently she comes from affluency and is having a hard time adjusting. I haven’t asked him how he ended up claiming her, but I suppose it just happened and was out of his control.

That’s certainly how it happened for me. I saw Christine cleaning, watched her for several nights, and then claimed her. I didn’t really choose. It felt like it was fated.

I’m assuming that’s what happened to Bialar. If so, he can’t help that his Little girl is struggling. I’ll do everything in my power to help him, but I sure hope Kendra can get along with Chrissy.

I shake the concern from my mind. Right now, my goal is introducing Chrissy to her first food. I settle her in the highchair, use the three-point strap to connect around her waist and up from between her legs, and then restrain her wrists securely at her sides before putting the tray on in front of her.

“Papi,” she complains, tugging on her arms. “Why did you cuff my hands at my sides?”

I kiss her nose and turn to fix her first food. “Because I’m going to feed you, and I know you’re not capable of trying to take over.”

She pouts out loud, making me chuckle as I smash some chimspa into a bowl. It’s the perfect first food for Little girls. It won’t upset her stomach, and it’s rich in nutrients.

“What does it taste like?” she asks as I turn around and sit facing her.

“I don’t know. It tastes like chimspa,” I joke. “I never ate any food of yours on Earth, so I can’t say what anything tastes like, but I do know Little girls adjust to our food and love it. It’s just different at first.”

She leans forward and opens her pretty mouth.

I lift the first bite to her lips and ease the spoon into her.

She slides it off the spoon into her mouth. Her brows furrow as she gets her first taste, pushing it around her palate before swallowing. “Hmm. It’s different. I think I like it.” She opens her mouth again.

I smile as I give her another bite.

“I could feed myself, you know,” she says as she swallows the second spoonful.

I kiss her forehead. “Nope. Never.”

“Never?” Her voice hitches.

“Nope. Papi will feed you.”

“But that’s silly.”

I shrug. “It may be silly, but it’s what we’re going to do. It’s the only way for me to pay close attention and ensure you don’t eat too fast or choke.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s silly too. I won’t choke.”

I give her another bite, loving that she’s enjoying it. “Nope. You sure won’t.”

She groans.

“Do you want your bottom to be sore to match your pussy?” I lift a brow.

She sits up straighter and sighs. “No, Sir.”

“Then don’t argue with Papi. Finish your food and then I’ll give you a bottle. After that, we’ll go to the shop.”

“Can I still stain today?”

“Yes, Baby girl. If you feel like it, you can stain today.” It’s hard not to smile at her enthusiasm.

After a few more bites, the food is gone. “What did you think?” I ask as I wipe her face.

She waits until I’m done to look up at me. “I think I love you so much, Papi.”

My chest tightens as I release the tray and then her restraints. I lift her into my arms, enjoying the way she wraps her legs around my waist and holds my neck. “I think I love you even more, Baby girl.” I kiss her deeply, not giving her a chance to refute my claim.

We’re both panting when I finally let an inch of space come between us.

“How am I ever going to get any work done with you distracting me?” I tease as I head toward the shop entrance.

She shrugs and giggles. “I don’t know. Maybe we should go back to your bed instead.” She threads her fingers in my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I swat the back of her thigh playfully. “Naughty girl.” But I love it. I love that she’s let loose and found her naughty side. I love that she no longer worries that she will go to hell or some crazy notion. I love her so much it hurts. And she’s mine.

Forever.

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