Page 34 of His Little Sapphire

Thabo palpates my breasts while he speaks. He’s not done. He keeps talking, his words unimaginable. I feel like I’m on another planet. Except I am. “I don’t like Little girls to worry. It’s not good for them. You can prick her skin often to help keep her calm, but she’s going to fret over the piercings until you do it.”

“That’s what I was thinking. I’m glad you agree. I was considering going there after we’re done here.”

I gasp. I can’t even respond. The idea scares me out of my mind. In addition, my breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are hard points. Thabo hasn’t stopped touching them yet, and he keeps flicking my tight buds, making it harder for me to think straight.

Finally, he pats my breasts and leaves them alone to move down between my legs at the end of the exam table. I’m not sure this is better. I’m relieved he’s done playing with my nipples, but the trade is probably going to be far more mortifying.

“You mentioned she hasn’t had sex before,” Thabo points out as if discussing my virginity out loud is casual conversation.

“Correct. I didn’t touch her intimately, since our arrival, until this morning. She’s very tight. I used two fingers to help her acclimate to the stretch, but she’s going to need more than that before I will consider using my cock.” Papi sets one hand on my tummy.

I can’t believe they’re having this conversation. It’s so out of this world I think I must be dreaming. Except it doesn’t end.

Thabo nods. “I’ll examine her, but you’re doing the right thing. Keep stretching her. You could introduce a series of glass dildos if you want. I have a set of six that gradually increase in width. If you use the next size up each time you stretch her, you’ll have her ready for sex in no time.”

“That’s a good idea. It would ease my mind,” Papi tells him.

“Understandable. I recommend you work with her when you change her diaper. She’ll probably do better with restraints, and she’ll learn to enjoy the feel of having her channel filled, which will lower her anxiety when it’s time to fully consummate your union.”

Papi nods.

I want to fall through a crack in this new planet I live on. I wonder what’s on the other side? Obviously not China.

Thabo’s not done. “Just keep in mind, no matter how much you stretch her and help her learn to crave and accommodate having both orifices penetrated, she will still be nervous the first time, and the stretch will be slightly painful. It will only last a few seconds though.”

Papi winces. His hand slides up to absently fondle one of my breasts. He thumbs my nipple lightly, making me arch my chest. I want more. It’s irrational. I should be horrified by what I’m hearing and feeling, but I want more.

Thabo spreads my legs wider. “Can you pull that strap across her pelvis for me? I’d rather she not squirm around while I’m examining her.”

Papi restrains my torso at my hips. A moment later, he does the same with yet another strap across my chest just below my breasts.

“Papi…” I whimper. I’m panting. My private parts are exposed, wet, and swollen. It’s so embarrassing. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’m tied down so firmly. Why am I aroused?

Papi strokes my breast again.

Thabo eases his hands down my inner thighs. I’m still getting used to having no hair down there. My naked labia feel so strange and exposed. I hold my breath while Thabo parts my folds, leaning in close to examine me.

It’s so bright in the room. Both men can see every single detail between my legs. It’s more than I can handle. I’m overwhelmed. I start to cry.

Papi strokes my nipple. “Shhh. You’re doing great, Baby girl. The doctor just needs to examine you.”

“I don’t like it,” I murmur, my voice wobbling.

“Nick her skin in a few places. It will help calm her. I’ll grab a set of glass dildos.” Thabo stands and steps out of sight toward a cabinet. The thought of whatever he’s going to return with makes my tears fall harder.

Papi releases my breast to cup my face as he leans over to kiss me. “Such a pretty girl. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. Take some breaths for me.” His lips slide to my neck where he nibbles and licks before piercing me so fast I hardly feel it.

I flinch but it only takes a few moments for his serum to calm me. He does it again before kissing a path to my breasts.

“Not my nipples, Papi,” I plead.

He ignores me and suckles my nipple hard, flicking it over and over with his tongue before piercing the swollen sensitive bud.

I cry out, but Papi is relentless. He cups my other breast, holds it steady, and switches to torment it next.

My vision blurs, and my focus switches from panic to need.

When Papi licks and kisses a continued path toward the space between my legs, I know he’s going to drive me mad with wanting the nirvana I’ve only ever felt with him.

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