Page 15 of His Little Sapphire

I feel like I’m going to implode. Not great. Not even good. I’m pretty sure the only reason I haven’t lost my composure entirely is because of whatever he pricked me with earlier. The slight sedation combined with my lack of sleep is making me punch drunk and probably preventing my hip from hurting worse.

Finally Surgient wipes the cream off my skin. The air hits my private parts, making me shudder.

Still holding my legs wide, Surgient leans in closer to examine my intimate naked parts.

I whimper.

“Such a good girl,” Papi praises. “Just a bit longer, and then it will be over.”

Surgient manages to hold my thigh with one hand and part my folds with the other. “Can you keep your leg wide for me, Little one?” he asks.

I nod. I want this over. Wetness is leaking from me. I wonder if it’s blood again.

He spreads my folds wider and pushes a finger partway into me.

I wince.

He eases it out. “I don’t want to irritate her lining anymore today. Everything looks fine. She’s not bleeding. You’ll want to stretch her vagina often before you enter her for the first time to prepare her better. I don’t see too many females who are still untouched at her age.”

My face is so hot, it must be close to catching on fire. I don’t look at either man.

Papi pats my wrists. “No need to be embarrassed, Baby girl. Papi is pleased. All your pleasure will be mine.”

I purse my lips and close my eyes again. Are they done?

Surgient presses on my pelvis with one hand, holding me down firmly as he pulls the hood away from my sensitive nub and examines it with his fingers. Apparently he’s not done. “Her clitoris is appropriately responsive. No concerns. It won’t hurt her to rub it and pleasure her again before you depart. It will help her bond to you and relax.”

Still holding me firmly, he uses that same hand to part my folds again. When something touches me at the top of my channel, I wince.

“Hold very still for me, Little one. I’m just going to swab your urethra. It will only take a moment.”

I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I don’t dare move or breathe. It feels so strange having something pushed up into my urethra. No one has ever done this to me. I didn’t know it was a thing.

Finally, he’s done. He removes the swab and releases the pressure against my pelvis. A moment later, he starts prodding my hip.

I wince.

“It will be sore, but it’s only bruised.”

When I dare to look at him, he’s speaking to Papi. “Don’t panic when the area turns blue in the next few days. Her body will gradually absorb the bruising. It will be gone in a few weeks.”

“Thank you. That would have freaked me out. She’s okay to travel though?”

“Yes. I’ll let them know on the starship to prepare a transport vessel for you. I’ll look over her scans and make sure everything is okay. I don’t expect to find anything though. You should be free to start your journey in twelve hours.”

“Excellent.” Papi releases my hands and my thigh.

Surgient packs up his things. He smiles at me. “Nice to meet you, Christine. You’re going to have an amazing life.”

My head is swimming. I’m not sure I believe him yet, but I do get the sense I have no choice.

“Make sure to get at least three bottles in her before you leave. She needs the calories and nutrition. She’ll probably sleep a lot in between. She’s exhausted. The poor thing will feel much better after six months of rest. She’ll put on some weight and arrive healthier.” He snaps his case shut and picks it up. “I’ll let myself out.” He pats my leg and leaves.

I have two hundred questions, but also I need to use the bathroom. I try to sit up, but Papi stops me. “Stay where you are, Little one.”

“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him. “Can I have some clothes, and will you show me where the bathroom is?”

He leans over me, his hands on either side of my head. He kisses my cheek and nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply. “Little girls don’t use bathrooms on my planet, Baby girl. Nor do they wear clothes.”

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